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his clothes off before succumbing to him.
       Again.
       She could feel the heat spreading through her. The subtle rasp of his bare chest against her nipples, the firmer pressure as he purposely rubbed the hard denim over her already sensitive clit, and she knew she'd soon spiral out of control.
       Gina struggled to hold her eyes open, to look up at him, only to close them quickly when she saw the heavy satisfaction etched in his features. She was his, and he knew it.
    And so did she.
    It may not have sat particularly well with her
    recently acquired in-charge-of-my-own-life personality, but how could she fight the kind of pleasure he was so capable of giving her? And so easily, too.
       With a contented sigh, she settled back to take whatever he offered. It was unlikely to last for more than a night but—for now—she'd settle for whatever she could get.

    * * * *

    Those hesitant little butterfly touches had been enough to send his already brittle self-control flying. She had no idea of just how much power she wielded, yet she was the first female—ware or human—who'd truly got under his skin. He'd have to think about that. But not now. Later, when his cock wasn't being quite so insistent about exactly where it wanted to be—buried to the balls in the welcoming heat of her cunt.
       For a moment he considered using compulsion to hold her in thrall while he regained his composure but as quickly dismissed the idea. His brother would flay him alive if he ever found out, even if Nate had been doing it for her own good. He didn't relish the idea of a serious run-in with Sebastian. The chances were good that he—Nate—would end up as a rather handsome fur rug on someone's living room floor.
       Gina was playing with fire and simply didn't realise it. He wanted her—now—and she was obviously more than willing. Ah well, she'd just have to live with the consequences of her actions. He withheld the arrogant chuckle that threatened to burst forth—she might even like it.

Chapter Seven

    "Please…" Gina panted, trying to fit the words between the breaths she so desperately needed. "Now… I need…"
       "I know what you need, babe." Braced above her, Nate seemed bigger, stronger, and infinitely more ruthless than he had when he'd brought her to orgasm in the living room.
       "Please…"
       He shook his head, and for an instant she thought she saw a gleam of white teeth in the darkness. "When I'm ready."
       She gasped as he rubbed his groin against her clit, pressing hard but pulling back as soon as she thrust her hips up to meet his. It felt like he'd been teasing her for hours, one minute grinding his pelvis into hers, the next dipping his head to swoop on a breast, suckling until she cried out, unsure whether it was pleasure or pain.
       Then, every time she responded, he drew back. He let her suffer, neatly caught between his legs, and let her urgency rise with every measured movement.
       Suddenly her legs were spread wide, his knee rammed solidly between her thighs. He pushed his leg forward, increasing the pressure on her clit until she thought she'd scream. Then, just as her eyes screwed shut, any semblance of control beyond her, he pulled back.
       Frustrated as all hell, she balled her fists and pounded on his bare chest. It just wasn't fair. She wanted to come, needed to come, and he wouldn't let her. If anything, he seemed to be getting off on watching her lose control. Each time she begged him, the words spilling from her mouth before she could hold them in, his eyes lit up and waves of satisfaction positively rolled off him. And every time, it apparently goaded him to push her on just a little bit further.
       She could sense him above her, controlling her, fucking her, and he hadn't even taken his frigging jeans off! What was it going to take? His mouth descended onto her other nipple, drawing it taut between his teeth and stretching, stretching until she did