Page 34 of Curse

I squirm under his hands, inadvertently spreading my legs wider and grinding my clit on his thigh, triggering a tightening in my stomach.

My breathing picks up again and I flush with embarrassment as I bite back the smallest moan, enjoying the friction.

Shit, did Matti feel that?

I shift my hips backward, trying to cover my intention, make it seem like I just needed to get more comfortable, like I’mnotembarrassingly getting off on grinding my pussy against his thigh. I feel his hard cock pressing into my ass through hispants.

Panic slashes through me. Whatthe fuckis happening? The heat, the water, his hands—all of it has my brain swirling worse than the vertigo.

Matti’s hands continue their journey down, soaping up my stomach. His movements grow slower as he spreads my knees wide. Languidly, he strokes his palms along the inside of my legs. His large hands wrap easily around my thick thighs, his palms on top, his fingers dangerously close to my pussy.

He pauses, pressing his forehead into my back and sucking in a deep breath.

My pussy is throbbing, wet, pulsing with heat that I know he can feel. We both stay still, the water and our clipped breathing the only sounds in the room.

“Fuck. I really wasn’t going to—” His voice is low, like he’s talking to himself. He digs his fingertips into my hip creases like he’s fighting the urge to pull me back onto his cock, the bruising triggering another release of my arousal.

As if he can’t help himself, he slides one hand up my thigh and palms my pussy, pushing his fingers between my body and his. The heel of his hand presses into my clit as he gently spreads my pussy open wider. One fingertip circles around my opening. With the other hand, he pulls my thighs further apart.

I bite back a moan, leaning back against his chest and digging my fingertips into his thick thigh muscles. “I thought I told you ‘no,’” I breathe, every fiber of my being tuning into his touch.

Instantly, Matti jerks his head up and yanks his hands off of me.

“Stand up,” he orders harshly.

I bolt up off his lap, facing away from him, shame coursing through me. Am I embarrassed that I wanted him or that he rejected me? My skin flushes red, and I hope that he thinks it’s just the hot water and not him that has me wet, my skin burning.

He grips my hips and guides me to turn around and face him. I’m standing between his widespread knees, the mist of the water sprinkling down my back, my gaze on the tile floor. I wrap my arms across my breasts, trying to cover myself, but they’re so large that I can barely contain them.

“Siena.” Matti’s voice is husky, and I force myself to meet his gaze with as much defiance as I can muster. His eyes are bluer than the deepest, darkest part of the ocean, glittering with desire. “Rinse.”

Despite asking me to move under the water, he doesn’t release my hips or my gaze. He searches my face with an almost feral intensity, like he’s about three seconds away from pulling out his thick cock and seating me on it.

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t move. And slowly, almost imperceptibly, my shame begins to bloom into something else.

Something that feels like power.

I said ‘no.’ And he said that I could stop him from doing—almost—anything with that one word alone. Apparently, he meant what he said, because it’s clear that he’s fighting a war against himself right now.

Time to put that to the test.

Locking eyes, I loosen my arms and let them fall to my sides, my hands brushing his. He lets go of my hips, dragging his palms down my thighs, swallowing hard. I pull away from him, stepping back into the stream of water to rinse off as heasked.

I let the water roll over me, closing my eyes and running my hands through my hair. Wet tendrils stick to my chest, and I cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

My breath hitches as they harden again, and I open my eyes. His gaze is locked on my face, and that fire that he started in my core heats up again. I stoke the flames, watching him watch me.

His eyes narrow as I hold his gaze, squeezing my breast with one hand and running the other lightly down my stomach and pausing between my legs. I’m not sure how far I want to take this, and I don’t know what reaction I’m hoping for from him. But I want a reaction.

He keeps his gaze trained on my eyes, doesn’t look any lower than that. I take it as a challenge. I want to push him, prove to him that he’s a liar, that my ‘no’ isn’t enough to stop him, make him break his word minutes after they left his mouth. Show him that he’s the monster that I think he is.

I spread my pussy lips apart with two fingers and find my clit nestled at the crest. Gently, I drag my fingernail lightly in circles around it, then over it, with increasing pressure. My wetness drips down my thighs, mixing with the hot water and running down my legs.

Fuck, there’s something about his eyes on me, that intensity, the way he’s 100% locked in, that makes my pussy clench. The power I hold over him in this moment, it’s intoxicating. Ihaven’t felt this sense of control in a long time. I like it.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, kitten,” he growls softly, his dark blue eyes like granite.

He hasn’t moved in the chair since I stepped back into the water, and I take advantage of the view. God, he’s gorgeous, and the unhinged way he’s looking at me sends a jolt of fear into my system, triggering a fresh release of wetness over my fingers.

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