Chapter 169


    “Oh, stow your twitching palm, Mr. Grey.” She runs her fingertips over my cheek and then tugs the little


    hairs of my sideburn. I’m not sure I like the feeling. I take her hand and kiss her palm.


    “Why didn’t you tell me this hurtst night?”


    “Um, I didn’t really feel itst night. It’s okay now.”


    Ah, yes. Alcohol deadened the pain. “How are you feeling?”


    “Better than I deserve.”


    “That’s quite a right arm you have there, Mrs. Grey.”


    “You’d do well to remember that, Mr. Grey.” And there’s a challenge in her tone.


    “Oh, really?” I roll onto her and grab her wrists, holding them above her head. “I’d fight you any day. In


    fact, subduing you in bed is a fantasy of mine.” I kiss her throat, wondering what that would be like. The


    idea is arousing.


    “I thought you subdued me all the time.”


    “Hmm, but I’d like some resistance,” I murmur, running my nose along her jaw, wondering if she’d ever


    agree to that. She stills beneath me and I know I have her attention, and possibly her interest.


    Releasing her hands, I lean up on my elbows.


    “You want me to fight you? Here?” she whispers, trying to contain her surprise.


    I nod. Why not? I’ve always wanted to do this but couldn’t—because I couldn’t bear to have anyone


    touch me.


    “Now?” she asks.


    I shrug. Part of me can’t believe she’s even entertaining the idea, but I’m thrilled that she might. I nod


    again, as my dick grows rigid against her soft flesh. Ana toys with her bottom lip as she gazes at me,


    and I know she’s considering the notion.


    “Is this what you meant abouting to bed angry?”


    Yes. Exactly. I nod. “Don’t bite your lip.”


    She narrows her eyes, but there’s a sh of amusement, and possibly desire, in their depths as her


    pupils erge. “I think you have me at a disadvantage, Mr. Grey.” She wriggles beneath me and flutters


    hershes, and I want her all the more.


    “Disadvantage?”


    “Surely you’ve already got me where you want me?” Her smile is coy as I press my eager cock against


    her.


    “Good point well made, Mrs. Grey.” I kiss her quickly and roll over, taking her with me so she’s astride


    my belly. She grabs my hands, pinning them to the bed on each side of my head. Her eyes sparkle with


    carnal mischief, and her hair tumbles down over my face. She shakes her head to torture me, the ends


    of her hair tickling my face.


    “So, you want to y rough?” she asks while she teases me, her groin skimming over mine.


    I inhale suddenly. “Yes.”


    She sits up and releases my hands. “Wait.” Reaching for the ss of sparkling water I left for her on


    the nightstand, she takes a long draft, while I skate my fingers in circles up her thighs to her ass. I give


    it a good squeeze. She leans down and kisses me, pouring cool water into my mouth.


    “Very tasty, Mrs. Grey,” I murmur, trying to contain my excitement at our new game. cing the ss


    back on the nightstand, she grabs my hands from her behind and pins them on either side of my head


    once more.


    “So I’m supposed to be unwilling?” She sounds amused.


    “Yes.”


    “I’m not much of an actress.”


    I grin. “Try.”


    Leaning down, she kisses me once more. “Okay, I’ll y,” she murmurs, and I close my eyes, inwardly


    rejoicing as she skims her teeth along my jaw. I groan deep in my throat and move, quickly, pinning her


    beneath me. Ana cries out in surprise and I make a y to grab her hands, but she’s too quick. She


    pushes against my chest as I try to part her legs with my knee, but her thighs are firmly mped


    together. I capture her wrist, but she grabs my hair with her other hand and yanks it. Hard.


    Fuck. This. Is. Hot.


    “Ah!” I twist my head free and stare down at her.


    Her eyes are wide and wild, her breathing erratic.


    She’s turned on, too.


    It’s a torch to my libido. “Savage,” I whisper, my lustced through each syble. Ana is unleashed—


    she tries to wrest her hand from mine as she attempts to buck me off. I grab her free hand with my left,


    so I have both of her wrists pinned above her head, leaving my right hand to linger over her body. My


    fingers travel down, my aim to lift the hem of her T-shirt, but I love the feel of her flesh beneath the soft


    material. Her nipple is hard, ready for me, and I greet it with a tweak.


    Ana yelps and tries in vain to buck me off once more.


    I lean down to kiss her and she turns her face away from me.


    No.


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    I sp her chin and hold her in ce while my teeth graze her jaw, as she did to me earlier. “Oh, baby,


    fight me.” My voice is husky with need.


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