“I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”

He hummed against her skin.

“Is that all?”

Such a fucking asshole. She gritted her teeth.

“I want you to make me come.” She was not good at being subservient and knew she’d never last a single evening at one of those sex clubs in the city. She loved feeling helpless beneath him when her muted heat made her blood sizzle, and his scent overwhelmed her, but that was different. Grayson cocked his head consideringly, that godsdamned dimple making another appearance.

“No, I don’t think I will,” he mused. His teeth grazed the shell of her ear, nipping at the tender skin, his breath hot at her neck. “Not until you beg.”

“Grayson—”

“The choice is yours, rabbit. You like being in control so much, right? Well, you have the freedom to pick what happens next.” Two thick fingers pressed into the side of her clit, circling with the infuriating precision of someone who’d done so a million times before, who knew exactly how to take her to pieces. Her eyes fluttered closed as he moved against her rhythmically, not exactly the way she wanted to come, but coupled with the press of his cock within her, it would be enough. When the movement of his fingers stopped as abruptly as he’d ceased thrusting, she moaned in frustration.

“Please make me come.”

He chuckled against her throat, a smug, self-satisfied sound, and she was tempted to elbow him in the jaw. He rolled his hips against her though, thrusts that hit just the right spot, and her head tipped back in ecstasy . . . until he stopped once more.

“How?”

“Grayson,” she choked out, tightening a hand in his hair until she could feel it pull against his scalp,

“please make me come. Please fuck me, please give me your knot. Please make me come before I rip your fucking throat out, you smug piece of shit.”

His shoulders were shaking in laughter against her, jostling her against him until he tightened his grip on her ass, hitching her legs tighter around him. The first roll of his hips made her gasp, hitting her in a way that made her head drop back. She could feel every inch of his meaty shaft spreading her wide, each drag against her enough to reignite the spark of her peak.

“Is this what you need, baby? Let me give you exactly what you want.”

Her eyes popped open when he surged upward without warning, his knot popping into place within her, her mouth dropping open in a silent scream.

He groaned into her hair, hips rolling against hers once more in a steady thump. With every thrust, she felt the tug and push of his knot, fucking in and out of her, pleasure that bordered on pain, but it was an exquisite pain. She began to feel the buzzing tremors shiver up her legs once again, the solid pressure of him being enough to bring her back to the edge . . . Until he pulled his knot from her completely, his cock bouncing in the air beneath her body, leaving her gasping. She cried out, clawing at his neck, her legs kicking out as though she were being electrocuted.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it, rabbit? Don’t threaten you with a good time? How am I supposed to deny you anything when you ask so sweetly, baby?”

He pushed in again, and even though she was sure she would be gaping open from the treatment, the thickness of his cock and the swollen ball of flesh at its base filled her completely, sealing her shut.

“Tell me what you want, rabbit.”

Heat flooded her veins, a fire that had nothing to do with his knot, the embarrassment and anger she’d felt all week returning to her in a rush.

“I don’t ever want you to talk to me that way again, like I’m some inept intern. Do you understand me, Gray? Never again. That’s what I want.”

She’d not been the only victim of his black mood that week at work, but his sharp dressing down had still stung, particularly in front of junior team members, young attorneys who sat where she’d been only a few years earlier. She’d rewritten the brief he’d flung back at her, had been extra diligent with every bit of work that crossed her desk the rest of the week, and the first break she’d had, she texted her most satisfying hookup option.

She was diligent about safe sex with every partner who wasn’t him, and she knew her actions were fueled by pure malice. She had let her hookup partner ejaculate all over her breasts and belly, the pretty tits he loved so much, scooping the man’s semen off her with a dry towel and opting to skip her shower when she got home that night. The smell had turned her stomach as she’d sat at her desk the next day, but the sight of the vein bulging above Grayson’s eye, his tight fists and his furious expression had made it worth it.

His eyebrow raised, fingernail tracing her jaw. “Are we talking about work now?” His lips lowered, kissing the tip of her nose, and her nostrils flared.

“Then don’t ever turn in such shit work again. There’s nothing I can do with a garbage brief, so if you don’t want to be treated like an inept intern, don’t act like one.” He kissed her again, her fists balling at her sides. “And don’t ever come to my bed smelling like another man’s cock again.”

He’d already begun to turn, pivoting to the inside of the bed, his hips already bucking upward. Her nails raked down his back for purchase, gripping his hair, ready to sob if he didn’t finish her off.

“Who does this perfect pussy belong to, Vanessa?”

“Yours,” she wheezed. “It’s yours. It belongs to you.”

She felt herself tipping, tightening her legs around him and gripping his hair as she squealed, her back hitting the center of the mattress. He kept them tightly pressed together so that his knot did not pull out of her again. When he began to move against her with deep, solid rolls that kept them fused, she was done. Her climax shook through her like an earthquake, the epicenter at her core, where their bodies were connected. Her muscles contracted around him so tightly it was nearly painful, and she imagined being strong enough to rip his cock from his body. She would practice her kegels every day, would tighten and hold at her desk as she wrote his precious fucking briefs, and someday she’d squeeze him hard enough to reduce him to pulp. If she belonged to him, then he belonged to her, so it was only fair, she rationalized.

She felt the moment when his orgasm rippled up his spine, the familiar groan making her legs shake as his cock went off like a geyser, filling her with spurt after spurt of molten heat, her belly bulging again. He punctuated each pulse of his balls with a short roll of his hips, emptying into her. When his cock finally spat up the last of his release, he rolled her carefully, and the sloshing pressure within her was nearly enough to make her come again.

When he knotted her from behind, he would carefully ease them until he could lay flat on his back, her body splayed over him, rubbing slow circles over her clit until she was panting and bucking against his hand. The tug of his knot increased her pleasure, and the clenching contractions of her orgasm as he rubbed her to completion made his cock hard within her until his knot slipped free, and he fucked her all over again.

When he knotted her from the front, however, he kissed her. Vanessa had come to determine that the reason him kissing her had been absent from all of her early fantasies was that anything she conjured up in her head wouldn’t have been able to compete with the reality of his teeth nipping at her lips and throat, and the slow slide of his tongue against hers. She would be pressed to his broad chest, nails dragging through the dark hair that lightly covered his sculpted pectorals, the thump of his heartbeat lulling her sated body to sleep, curled against him with a heavily muscled arm draped over her. When

she woke, he would fuck her slow and deep, tilting her pelvis so that he rubbed against her clit, hitting himself within her on every thrust until her heartbeat matched the thump of his hips, and she shook apart beneath him.