Page 62 of Lau Ahi
He worked his neck from left to right, a cracking sound I knew probably shouldn’t occur naturally, echoing in the silence before he answered.
“Why is that?”
“Because you won’t have to pay for it the way you did at the club. You told me then that I could use you. Is the same not true now?”
“That was for the night. And then I distinctly remember the tables turning.”
“But did they?”
“What do you mean did they? I remember every stroke of your body. The way you looked above me as I made you cum. Frankly, the images have haunted me for months and I’m waiting on you to be comfortable with part two of our arrangement.”
I seethed at the fact that he thought part two was even going to happen. “Then why do my words bother you?”
“They don’t. I’m simply saying you shouldn’t really tell someone they’re just a human fuck toy. It might rub them the wrong way.”
I walked over to him and patted him on the cheek. The fact that he didn’t even flinch gave me joy because he apparently underestimated me. “It’s okay to stay a sub, Ori, I won’t let anyone in on your little secret.”
“Round one was for you, round two will be for me.”
If I didn’t know before I had confirmation now. He was irritated that he hadn’t gotten the chance to take control. But I could almost tell it wasn’t that simple. Not that I’d gone back on my word, because he’d thoroughly enjoyed all the ways I avoided him getting the upper hand. I’d snuck out while he slept because I didn’t want to become attached. If I were that eager to be around him sexually it would spill over to other things and I couldn’t have that.
But look at your arse now. That was a load of bollocks thinking you could escape this man. Fate fixed you right up, innit?
“Was it? Because I distinctly remember you doing everything in your power to show me how good getting fucked by you could be.”
He moved closer to me but I knew he wasn’t being threatening, at least not in a way that would do me physical harm. Not in a way that wouldn’t be pleasurable for both of us. When his eyes narrowed in on me I didn’t miss the lust in them compounded by the anxious tick in his jaw.
“You think me fucking you from below is somehow the extent of my prowess? As selective as I am about who I sleep with, do you really believe I’m an amateur? I followed your rules but one day those rules are going to go out the window, Asha.”
I damn near held my breath as he spoke remembering how we were together. I wasn’t going to let him think he’d gotten the best of me so I had to lean into my anger. “In your dreams.”
That awkward grin spread across his face but it had a distinctive wolfish aspect to it. “If you existed in that realm you would be too busy getting fucked to keep coming at me like you do. In my dreams, we both give and take and I had hoped it would be the same in real life.”
“Thinking with your dick?”
His eyes flickered over my face and then down my body appreciatively before he looked me back in the eyes. “My fiancée is a beautiful woman. I’m not ashamed to be happy about that to the extent that something so trivial could bring me joy. But I could never be accused of being ruled by my dick. Thinking with it isn’t such a bad thing. It’s how we ended up here.”
“So, a terrible thing actually.” My voice was lower than I wanted it to be. Raspier. Husky with lust.
I need to get a hotel room.
“You can keep fighting this however you want. I told you that I’m not about to go around with you on this.”
“Because your word is final, right?”
He smirked again my submission pleasing him. “In this situation, yes. You don’t know what you’re walking into and contrary to what you’re trying to tell yourself, you actually trustme. I told you that no one has a say in us but us. Don’t get so caught up in the past that you miss out on the gift of the present and hope for the future. I can’t promise a lot, but I can promise to do my best. Can you say the same?”
“What part of separate lives didn’t you understand?”
“What part ofmarrieddidn’t you understand?” A challenge, one I refused to allow him to win.
“I was told that the agreement was for us to go about our lives how we have been. Yet here you are trying to be a part of it. That’s not how this is supposed to work but I’m not shocked you would try something like this.”
“Something like what?”
“Being controlling. Wanting everything to line up the way you feel it should. Having no care or concern for anyone outside of yourself.”
“That’s not what we agreed upon.”
