expense? With a round of applause? Of course not.
“ I don’t recall ever saying you’re a whore.” He shrugged, as if he couldn’t care any less.
“ But you implied it!”
“ If the shoe fits…”
Bloody shenanigans. “This was clearly a mistake. Forget I said anything!”
I was done being made a fool of. It was one thing to offer sex to a man. It was another when the damn bloke blatantly dismissed you sexually because he thought you were a used up trollop.
I was all shades of mortification. I couldn’t even cohesively think of a bitchy retort. Instead, I was readying to exit along with the rest of my shame.
“ Changed your mind already?” he teased the second he saw I was set to leave his glorious presence.
“ You have insulted me in the most callous of ways, so do you really expect me to stay here for another minute longer while you can grant me more hurtful words?” I was on the verge of tears, but my battered ego wouldn’t dare let him see me shed a tear.
“ Well, that depends … on how determined you are to have my cock fuck you, ma belle.”
I stared at him, blinking rapidly while my frown deepened by the second. “But you just said you didn’t want me!”
How did he master that unemotional look, as if nothing could touch him?
“ Use your imagination, Isobel. You can start with making me want you again.”
Okay, I could do that, right? It was simple science, or was it? Was I capable enough of making a man so aroused he would forget that he had another woman waiting behind one of these doors, a woman who, without a doubt, probably was a master of seduction and knew how to get him yearning with a flick of her tongue? Maybe that was it—the tongue. What man would decline a good sword flirting with a warm, accommodating, and yet overly eager-to-please kind of tongue?
As if knowing where my thoughts were heading, Hugo immediately dismissed them. “No, don’t get on your knees.”
“ Then how do you suppose I achieve it, Hugo? Tell me what you want.” Nervous, I closed the gap between us. The moment my nose hit the scent of his aftershave, I was a heaping, quivering mess.
It wasn’t surprising that he never responded to my question. It should have stopped me. Should have were the operative words. Yet, my heady senses were awakened, and there was no way of switching them off. I was hot, wet, and too bloody desperate to lick him to back away.
Past caring that he was silent and still, I gently rubbed the side of my cheek against the growing stubble across his skin, all the while whiffing his masculine scent that was making my body go into overdrive. Without wasting a beat, my greedy hand cupped the jewels between his legs, making me purr in the process.
“ Your cock is hard, Hugo.”
“ It is, but don’t be so arrogant as to assume that it is you it is throbbing for.” His hot breath tickled my ear, sending tingles all the way down to my core, making my pussy fill with its hot essence.
Well, if it wasn’t for me, to Hell with it all. My hand found it first, so it was mine for the taking .
Finders keepers, or so they say.
Not letting go of his sensitive erection, I playfully toyed with his delicate balls before he let out a frustrated groan.
“ Isobel…” he hissed out my name, making me feel like I was slowly championing him.
“ Tell me, Hugo,” I delightfully purred in his ear, “how can I make this cock want me? How can I make it want to fuck me?” I found the base of his shaft before circling it with my thumb and forefinger, gripping it with a hard squeeze. “I want this inside me all night. I desperately want you in me.”
“ We shall see, shall we, ma belle?” he quipped back with a playful laugh, unwilling to give in to me just yet.
My sweet, sexy, fiery Hell, how he liked to punish me so.
“ Take your clothes off…” he trailed off seductively. “Then come into the bedroom in five minutes.”
The pent up frustration and excitement I had before