Page 67 of Primal

“I can agree to that,” I say. “I have a feeling I’ll like your rules.”

“Well, you know what happens if you break them,” he takes a predatory step toward me.

Warmth floods my body at the reminder. Honestly, the thing I remember the most from my times with Braken are the white-hot orgasms he effortlessly rips from me.

I rise and saunter over to stand right in front of him. I pluck the phone from his hands, shoot a quick acceptance text to Marco, and throw it away. “I’ll meet him for closure, and that’s it. I feel I owe him the last goodbye.”

Braken watches my every move as I tug my hair out of its ponytail, letting my locks fan around my face, before I straddle his lap.

He immediately grabs my hips and pulls me even closer with his large hands.

“No one fucks with what’s mine, Fiora,” Braken says so close to my ear it makes me shiver. “No one. So, you better hope he doesn’t touch you because if he does, he’s a dead man.”

“Well, I hope you fuck what’s yours,” I counter, tracing the bottom of his chin with my pointer finger. “Since she’s sitting here lookingsopretty.”

I expect Braken to kiss me or pull me in, but instead, he merely shifts me so I’m straddling his right thigh instead. He doesn’t even grab me; he only flexes his leg so his meaty thigh presses directly against my cunt through my jeans.

“Go on,” he urges.

Is he kidding? I don’t move, but neither does he. Braken puts his arms across the back of the couch and watches me with a raised eyebrow. So, he’s not kidding. My cheeks heat at his piercing gaze. He’s challenging me to dosomething, but I’m not sure what. I just said I’m his. What else could he want?

I look toward the door with uncertainty.

“They’re all downstairs,” he reassures. “They won’t come up here unless you want them to.” He raises an eyebrow. “Do you want them to?”

I slowly start moving, grinding my pussy against his thigh. He doesn’t even help me move my hips. I must hold onto his shoulders for leverage to move faster. The friction feels so good against my pulsing cunt, especially when Braken moves his leg up and down slightly to match my motions. That’s the only sign of being affected he gives me. Oh, and the twitching outline of his half-hard cock when I groan.

My walls clench around nothing, pulsing with the need to be filled. I shift, angling myself closer to him so I can ride him faster. Fuck, if he only let me sit on his cock instead. I miss the feeling of his dick in me, splitting me open and making mescream. Here he sits, with a damned smirk as I desperately try to please myself.

“Braken,” I moan, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Not enough.”

“All you have to do is say it.” The gravelly edge to his voice gives away how much he wants me.

Iaccidentallylift my knee to brush my thigh against his cock when I shift. Braken inhales but still doesn’t touch me. The bastard. I do it again, trying to tease him into touching me, but he’s steadfast. The only thing I’m left with is annoyance and a sad, pulsing,emptypussy.

“I already did,” I argue, sitting back down on his thigh. I move again, needing any bit of friction to ease the heat building in me.

“You need to be more clear, Fiora. I won’t touch you until then.”

How is ‘fuck what’s yours’ not clear? I’m sitting on his lap, grinding against his flexing thigh for any scrap of pleasure he’ll give me. To anyone else, that would be pretty damn clear.

But to Braken, it’s not enough because he needs to be certain I’m his girl.

“You aren’t answering the question I asked. Do you wantthemto join us? They haven’t had a taste of you yet.”

I look into his eyes. I can see he wants me to say yes.

I want to say yes.

So, ignoring the heat rushing to my face and the way my heart skips a beat, I nod with a smile.

Chapter 35

Fiora

When the door to the office opens, the loud bass from the club music below announces Merrick and Soren’s presence before I even look up. Just like last night, they arrive when beckoned, but this time, their eyes aren’t on Braken.

They are on me.

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