Eva wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, her lips wet and swollen, glistening with precum and saliva. She looked divine and dangerous. "You have no say, Alex. You cannot demand, you cannot want."
"But I can," Alex said. It was command disguised as persuasion. His gaze locked onto her, pinning her as surely as the scarves around his wrists. Even bound, he had power. "Because in torturing me, you starve yourself of your own pleasure. My frustration doesn't light a fire in you—not really. You want to be touched, Eva…"
The room seemed to narrow with his words.
"It's not about my pleasure tonight," she shot back, trying to hold onto the game. She wanted to believe the power she wielded was enough to keep him begging, but the heat between her thighs argued differently.
