Page 35 of His Dark Vices

"What were you thinking?" he asks in my ear, his arms squeezing me all over possessively.

I groan and wriggle in his grasp like I don't want to answer. And maybe I don't. What if it's not really a big deal to him? I actually don't know how into that stuff he is, and I'm embarrassed I liked it so much.

"You're not saying anything," he growls, and there's a note of warning in his voice. But his lips and breath are tickling my neck, making me squirm harder until I'm laughing and trying to push him away.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you!" I pound on his back until he straightens up and looks down at me, a huge grin splitting his face. He raises an eyebrow expectantly, so I spit it out, my words coming out in a rapid stream. "I was thinking about that night again. I didn't know that kind of thing could feel so good. I've been killing it at work ever since and…"

"And?" Sam doesn't let me trail off for long.

"Aaand I want to do it again. Sometime." I look away as I finish, and he pulls me in close again, worming his face back into the crook of my neck.

"You're so cute, Bree," he murmurs, planting little kisses on my neck.

"You get off so much on teasing me!"

My hands tickle at his stomach, and his abs tighten beneath my touch, but he doesn't relent. Instead, his hand snakes up between our bodies and grips my neck firmly, stilling me atonce. His broad hand commands my attention. I look up into his suddenly serious eyes as he strokes my throat with his thumb.

"I gave you just what you needed, is that what you're saying?"

I watch his eyes roam my face, lingering on my lips, and nod. I can feel the mood shifting around us. His other hand slips down my back, stopping briefly to pull playfully at the knot of my bikini top before continuing down.

"So you should be grateful."

"Iamgrateful," I gush at once, but he shakes his head the second the words are out.

"If you were really grateful, I'd be able to feel it. That kind of gratitude isn't something you can just express with your words. Work is easier now for you, right? You seem lighter, more carefree. Because of me. Right?" He squeezes a handful of my ass, tight, squeezing my neck a little tighter at the same time.

I suck in a breath through my mouth, my lids drooping lower as I maintain eye contact with him. I manage a nod, feeling his low words captivate my body. Suddenly, his strong fingers dip between my legs, roughly massaging my pussy through my bikini.

"You liked to be fucked in public, didn't you? Remember how you begged for my seed, not caring who heard you?"

My cheeks get hot at the memory—but so does my pussy. His rough touch doesn't let up, and when I don't answer, he grips my jaw and shakes me.

"I can't hear you, Bree."

"Yes," I hiss. "I didn't care who heard me. I just wanted you."

"Like you wanted my attention, right?"

I whimper. He's using my words against me, making me relive how he broke me, made me admit it. And all of a sudden, I want to be broken again, a flame igniting inside my belly.

"Yes. I wanted your attention on me, only on me."

"And I gave it to you, didn't I?" Sam stops playing with my pussy to tease my nipples, pinching them through my bikini top, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Yes, Sam," I breathe out, immediately missing his touch between my legs.

But I know what he's getting at, and he's right. I want to show him how much that night meant to me, how much standing here on a warm beach means. For the first time in a long time, I'm finding my footing in the world, and it only took a little encouragement from him.

I need him to know what he does to me, what he's doing to my mind and body.

"Can I show you how grateful I am?" I plead softly, parting my lips slightly, inviting him. Sam passes his thumb over my lips, and I nip it lightly before inching my tongue out to lick. My tongue catches his attention, and the flame inside me roars to life at the expression clouding his eyes.

I want to drive him crazy.

Without a word, Sam tugs us back toward the two beach chairs sitting side by side, not too far from his little villa. I keep licking at his thumb, letting him see how much I wish it was something else as he guides us slowly before gently pulling away so he can sit in the lounge chair.

"Kneel," he commands, reaching into a canvas bag beside his chair.

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