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Ties, Toys & Temptation
Vihaan
“Are you going tofuck me properly now?”
Vihaan grinned at the snarky question, stroking up and down the length of Vera’s spine. The unconscious curling of her body into him betrayed her need.
“What’s the hurry? You mentioned vibrators at the club,” he reminded her. “You have one on you or should I pick one from my collection?”
She blinked at him.
“You have a collection,” she said in a tone that was remarkably close to a query. “I mean, of course you do.”
“It’s unused, if that is what is concerning you,” he mischievously murmured.
Her nose scrunched in distaste. “You expect me to believe you have a box of sex toys lying around that you don’t use at all?”
“I didn’t say I don’t use them, Princess. Whatever I’ve used has been, umm,giftedto the person it was used on.”
“Like. . . like a memento?” she spluttered, her voice pitching high at the end. Vihaan was hard-pressed to stop himself from leaning over and kissing the shock right off her face. For a woman who claimed to go around sleeping with different men, the idea of him gifting his ex-lovers with their own toy had certainly stumped her.
“Nope. No thank you.” She shook her head. “I don’t want any gifts from you, whatsoever.”
“So, no toys?” he confirmed, making no attempt to hide his disappointment.
“I didn’t say that. Where’s my purse?” He tugged her right back when she made a move to get up. She squawked like an angry bird when he rolled her onto her stomach, his chest hot against her naked back. Before she could utter a word, his palm landed on her ass cheek. Hard.
Her head jerked up. “The hell was that for?!”
Vihaan drew gentle circles upon her stinging skin, the clenching of her muscles and subsequent loosening telling him that ,despite herself, she’d liked his roughness.
“I didn’t ask you to move, did I?” he rumbled close to her ear, his cock rubbing between her thighs.
“I—” Vera broke off, unable to mask her whimper when his finger trailed along her slit, her slickness exciting him. “I was going to get my vibrator, you twat-waffle!”
“Twat-waffle?” He chuckled, rolling her onto her back to face him.
“You are! Now get off me or get me off. I’m done waiting.”
His brow flicked up at her impudence. The idea that she was simply putting up with him made him want to crush her mouth under his until her coolness melted away and all that was left was heat and brimstone. He wanted her to burn like he did. Damnit, if only she hadn’t put these restrictions on him.
“If you’re going to be with me tonight, then actuallybewith me,” he ordered.
“I’m in your bed, buck naked, and I just came all over your lap. How much morewithyou can I be?”
“You’re in your head.” He tapped her temple for emphasis. “You keep trying to hurry this along. What I have in mind won’t work unless. . .”
Her chin tipped up in a wordless question.
“Let me control your pleasure,” Vihaan said. “I’ll make it good for you.”
Her eyes shifted between his, trying to absorb his request. When she said nothing, Vihaan prodded her “Too scared to give up a little control, Talwar?”
“I’m not scared, Oberoi,” she snarked immediately, making him smirk.
“Then maybe you’re scared you’ll like giving up control to me?”