The game has changed forever, because now I’m playing for keeps.
But Blair is only here for the money, right?
Take that away, and she’s gone again. Back to spitting fire and fury at me.
I rub a hand over my mouth as I stalk from my bedroom to hers. Halfway there, I pause. The shower is running.
A faint, cut off cry of pleasure reaches my ears, muffled by the rush of water. I remain stiff in the hallway, staring at the bathroom door. Another moan follows, high and fucking divine.
My mouth curves in a sedate, predatory smile.
It’s time I tested my theory. I have to be strategic and pick at her piece by piece, just as I have when I used to hate her. I’ll make her see her place is by my side.
When I grab the handle, my smile stretches. The door isn’t locked.
Oh, you naughty little hellcat. You want to get caught? The monster is coming for you.
Turning the handle with stealthy care, I crack the door and peer inside. The glass-walled shower is partially fogged from the steam and speckled in water droplets. My mouth goes dry at the sight of Blair.
Her head is arched back, putting that tempting neck on display. I lick my lips, wanting to clamp my teeth over her pulse point. Mark her fucking mine.
“Ah…” Blair’s breath catches as she tweaks a pert nipple with one hand and slides the other between her legs. Her hips rock in slow rolls, moving against her hand as she takes her pleasure.
My cock goes rock hard and a lust-drenched growl threatens to tear from my throat. I keep quiet, pressing the heel of my hand against my throbbing dick.
The monster inside roars, clawing to be unleashed. To dominate. To devour.
Blair’s lips part on a breathy moan. Fuck, I want her. I don’t care if I’m a creep, watching her in secret. She’s mine to watch.
I’ve fought the pull to own every inch of her for too long. The obsession is no longer something poisoning my actions. No, it’s taken over.
The only thing I want is Blair. Her pouty lips made to wrap around my cock and kiss until they’re swollen. Her tight little ass. Her stubborn attitude. Every inch.
All of her.
Blair is mine and I’ll have her. No one else will ever get these sounds, see her perfect body, have the thrill of her fighting until she submits.
I throw the door open and stalk up to the shower. Blair gasps when I yank on the glass door. Warm water splatters the front of my clothes.
“What the fuck, dude?” Blair’s voice is husky and hoarse. She covers her body, cupping between her legs and wrapping an arm over her tits. “I’m showering, here.”
“Too late, angel. I’ve already seen. Drop those arms.” My gaze drags down her body and my dick twitches. “Now.”
Blair’s freckled cheeks are pink from the hot shower, but they flush more, color flooding her face. She puckers her lips and tightens her arms.
“Fuck off.”
Blair’s fight is false. It’s clear in the way her pupils expand, black desire taking over her eyes. She was already turned on from touching herself. This is heightening the arousal.
This is as much of a rush for her as it is for me. Maybe it’s why I’m so obsessed with her. This dance between us is a tango from beginning to end, a seduction from fight to fucking.
At the thought of fucking her, a hot pulse tugs at my cock.
Yes.
I keep her pinned in a hard, dominant gaze, silently demanding she do as I say. It’s our rule. That’s how this works.
“Do it. Show me those tits you were teasing and that pussy you were touching.”
A small, strangled cry escapes Blair.
After another minute of chewing on her lip, she lowers her arms to her sides. Her fists ball and she trembles, the tight peaked nipples begging for my teeth and tongue. She’s a gorgeous, enticing siren.
I take my time gazing at every naked inch of her, enjoying the subtle shifts as she tries to stay still. The muscles in her thighs flex as Blair rubs them together.
I smirk. “Good girl.”
Blair darts her eyes down, smoky lashes fluttering.
“No. Look at me.” My command is deep and firm.
Making another bitten-off sound, she brings her gaze up to meet mine. Her eyes are wide, tits rising and falling with each breath.
My tongue moves over my bottom lip slowly. “Good.”
Blair trembles as I admire my prize. The strained energy rolls off her in waves. She needs the release I stole from her.
So many possibilities run through my head, rushing by all at once until they bleed together. My dick strains against my pants.
“I’m joining you.”
“What? You’re—” Blair gulps. “And if I say you can’t?”
A chuckle rolls through me. “What rule did I give you about saying no?”
Her lids fall to half-mast, drowsy with how much my rough, demanding tone turns her on.
That’s right, hellcat. The monster has you in his sights. You can’t escape this.
“I’ll give you twenty-five hundred.”
Before the words have left my mouth, I’m stripping my t-shirt overhead and flinging it aside. My sweatpants follow and my cock springs free, bobbing heavy between my legs.
Blair’s eyes stretch wider as she takes it in. I flex the muscles that make it bob again, just to see her squirm. Amusement spirals through me at Blair’s expression.
“So…” She takes a breath, gesturing at my cock. “You’re paying to shower with me now.”
I hum as I step under the spray with her. She inches into the back corner, plastering herself against the glass wall. I keep hold of her gaze as I drag my fingers through my hair to wet it. Water cascades down my chest and I follow its path with my fingertips, reaching around my cock at the base and squeezing. A satisfied groan leaves me, echoing off the tiled wall.
As I stroke my erection, I place my hand next to her head, leaning in. “How much to know what you were thinking about while you touched yourself? Was it me?”
Blair’s lip pops from between her teeth. It’s pink and plump. I want to bite it.
“Can’t a girl masturbate? Goddamn…” Embarrassment tinges her tone. She brushes my abs with a tentative touch that grows bold. She explores, moving up to my pecs, then over my tattoo. “Guys do it like you’re breathing and it’s normal.”
“Of course. I think it’s sexy as hell that you were getting yourself off.” My attention slides down her body. “Taking your pleasure. Were you so horny you couldn’t take it anymore? Was your pussy begging to get fucked after the other night?”
Blair gasps. The sound is incredible. I need another one, preferably with my hand around her throat while I pound into her body.
I release my dick and graze the skin of her belly, dragging my hand up to circle her tits. I tweak one nipple, enjoying the way Blair’s head bangs against the glass, then close my fingers around her throat. Defiance mixed with lust flashes in her eyes when I squeeze enough to show her I’m in control.
“Is that what you want me to admit? That I was thinking about you?”
“I know you were.” I lean in to lick the side of her face, lapping the water droplets from jaw to earlobe. “Are you as twisted up about me as I am about you?”
Her nails dig into my chest as she curls her fingers. “You’re just saying that because your dick is hard.”