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by the time I’m done. We’ll start with sex and work our way out.”
    Victoria snorted. “How original.”
    He paused, and she knew she’d scored a direct hit. She thought that would be the end of it.
    Then against the back of her legs she felt the roughness of his jeans. “Aren’t you going to undress?” she breathed, her already keen senses now painfully acute from her blindness.
    â€œNo.”
    One word. No explanation. She struggled, but was stilled by the warm, broad head of his cock stroking against her clit.
    â€œSpread your legs wider, Victoria.”
    She didn’t move. Damned if she’d help him tame her, arrogant bastard.
    He sank in, forcing her slick tissues to spread for him, to accept him. Just an inch. Then he withdrew. Rubbing the now creamy tip against her, Max teased her, and then pressed inside her again. Just that one inch. She buried her head in the comforter and groaned, her sex spasming, trying to pull him in to where she needed him.
    â€œIf you spread your legs, you can have what you want.”
    Victoria lifted her head. “I want you tied to the bed so I can torture you. Not the other way around.”
    His rumbling laughter made her shiver. The fact was, no matter what Max did or said, he attracted her. “But you wouldn’t be enjoying that nearly as much as this.”
    â€œScrew the games, Max. Can’t we just fuck?”
    â€œI want to fuck you like this, angled just the way I want you.”
    â€œWhat about what I want?” she complained.
    â€œYou want the same thing, kitten. You just wish you didn’t. You’re so tight like this, your cunt is like a velvet fist. I’ll have to work my way into you . . . ”
    Max waited with the same studious patience he’d displayed since meeting her, all the while the head of his cock stroked into the mouth of her pussy in silent enticement. Her traitorous body beckoned him with a soft ripple. She was soaked and hot, more than ready.
    She briefly considered altering and walking away, but then she wouldn’t have sex with Max and that just wouldn’t do. So, with her pride smarting, Victoria widened her stance. He’d pay later.
    Immediately he surged inside, going deep and then deeper still until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, every part of her focused on the thick pulsing cock that filled her too full.
    Gasping, her back arched as his short nails scraped lightly across her hips. He leaned over her. Dominated her. As his rippling stomach touched her bound hands she felt the dampness of his sweat through his t-shirt.
    The warlock was not as controlled as he appeared.
    Taking what little power she could, she clutched his shirt in her hands, holding him to her.
    Hands on the mattress to support his weight, Max began to shaft her in long, deep drives. The angle of his penetration stroked with tantalizing pressure inside her, and he varied his thrusts, rubbing high and then low in an expert inner massage.
    It was slow and far too easy, his hips pumping in timed, measured rhythm. Unable to see, she pictured how it must look, Max fully clothed, his ass clenching and releasing as he fucked her bound body. She quivered and began to purr. He growled in response, the vibration traveling the length of his body and into his thrusting cock.
    â€œDo you feel weak?” he asked, his voice guttural and taunting. “Do you feel reduced because your body serves my pleasure and not your own?”
    She wanted to retort, to argue, to fight, but she couldn’t. It felt too good doing nothing but taking what he gave her. She was a cat after all and inherently lazy.
    â€œInherently submissive,” he corrected. He moved one hand to cup her thigh and pulled it wider so he could fuck deeper. Now every plunge of his cock brought his tight, heavy balls against her clit.
    He’d read her thoughts , she thought with what part of her brain was still