Chapter 8

His demand pinged through her like a live wire. A jolt. A flash of desire. “Hot pink.”

“Nice.” In reward, Hunter slid his fingers under the elastic of her little panties and brushed his fingers over her clit.

Her breath stopped, literally, and her heart drummed madly as he rubbed a teasing circle at the top of her pussy, right where she needed him—but not hard enough to send her over the edge. Her clit swelled. She sucked in a hard breath as the ache gouged her belly.

“Please . . .”

“I can’t wait to hear you beg when you really mean it.” His fingers feathered over her clit again. “And you will.”

Something about Hunter’s tone told Kata that he wasn’t just playing dominant games. He wanted to control her tonight. Kata bit her lip at the realization. Warning bells rang in her head . . . even as she melted against him. She gasped at the sensation that washed over her like hot rain. Looking for an anchor in a sea of drowning desire, she reached out for him, clung t