But I’m not ready to submit. Not yet. Not when pushing him is so f*****g delicious.
“Make me,” I whisper.
Something snaps behind his eyes.
He spins me around so fast the world blurs, shoving my front against the concrete beam, the cold rough surface scraping my n*****s in a way that makes me gasp.
His body cages me from behind — all that heat and muscle pressing me into the unforgiving pillar — and I feel his hand fist in my hair, yanking my head back until my throat is exposed and my back is arched obscenely.
“You’ve gotten good at these games, haven’t you?” His lips brush my ear, his voice dropping to something that makes my knees threaten to buckle. “Fine. Let’s play. Maybe I should remind you who taught you how to play. But I promise you, Ember — by the time I’m done with you, you
