Page 91 of Unbroken

I shake my head. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

His hand slips under my shirt, palm dragging up my stomach. Slow. Deliberate. Testing.

“You’re fire,” he mutters. “But I’ll take the burn.”

His mouth is everywhere—my collarbone, the line of my jaw, the edge of my bra. He pulls my shirt up with one hand and cups me with the other, thumb dragging over my nipple until I’m gasping. Someone could come in and see us, butthe knowledge that it’s possible only drives my need further.

Maybe I’ll get fired. Maybe I won’t.

I grab his belt, yanking him closer. “I’ve wanted this,” I pant. “Since the first time you told me no.”

His laugh is low, wicked. “You love pushing me.”

“Maybe I like feeling the resistance.”

He growls, and it’s a sound that coils heat low in my belly. Then his hand is sliding down, fingers under my waistband. No teasing now. Just claiming.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he breathes out, stunned. “Fuck.”

“Of course I’m wet,” I hiss. “You’reVadka.”

Oh god, I said that out loud?

That undoes him.

He pushes my panties aside and slips two fingers in, dragging a gasp out of me like it’s oxygen. His other hand braces beside my head, muscles flexed, holding himself back.

“You like this?” he murmurs.

“Yes—”

“Say it.”

“No.”

His palm slaps against my ass so hard I’m up on my toes, hissing in breath and half begging for more. He presses the heel of his hand to my pussy, and I whimper. Circling, he holds his hand right there as pressure and need mount.

“Tell me you like it.”

“I like when you—fuck—control me.”

He slides his fingers into my panties again and curls them low inside me. I nearly scream.

“You trust me,” he says. Not a question. A fact, and a reverent one.

I nod wildly. “Yes. Yes, dammit, I do.”

He kisses me again, hard and filthy, and I come undone in his hand, pulsing around him while he whispers against my skin.

“Mine.”

When I slump, he catches me.

When I breathe, it’s with him.

And when I finally open my eyes, he’s watching me like I just gave him something precious.

His thumb brushes my cheek. Gentle. Terrifying.

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