Dangerous Power Play
energy.
He looked at me like I was a minor inconvenience and maybe a little fun, like he’d already guessed my stats and was giving me a passing grade out of pity. Hot. So hot it was infuriating.
Like, how dare you not want to fall at my feet? What’s wrong with you? Why do I like it?
I remember the way he bantered—verbal foreplay, quick and sharp. The upstairs hookup was… Jesus.
I’m grinning into my pillow, helpless to stop the shit-eating smile on my face. He fought me for control, bit my bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark, raked his nails down my back, and left me somewhere between worship and exorcism.
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