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of his mouth enough to nibble on her lips.
    Katra’s senses were unraveling. As her internal temperature spiked, she expected to see the water sizzle against her body and turn to steam. Krux’s skin looked equally hot now that it burned a fierce, fiery red. The kiss was everything she expected from him: dominant, controlling, and wholly masculine. But it was also more. There was passion there, as well as a claiming that thrilled her to her bones.
    Despite herself, her breathing quickened as he swept his free hands slowly down her collarbones and chest, leaving a trail of suds in their wake. His hands around her wrists remained firm, but loose enough to leave her unbruised. They felt like padded handcuffs. Still evading her breasts, he slicked his marauding palms over her sides before continuing down the curve of her waist to her hips. He used his thumbs to press threateningly into the indentation on either side of the V between her legs. Then he reversed their course.
    Katra couldn’t help but take in his breath as he persisted in holding the kiss. She felt like she was drowning by the time he finally went for her breasts. The teasing Brachoi did no more than rasp her areolas with his slippery fingers before pulling her forward to rinse her off. Breaking the kiss, he leaned back so the water could pelt her now pebbled nipples.
    “Tell me again you don’t want me,” he taunted her.
    She felt heat flood her cheeks, and her body tightened. “Why, you overbearing son of a—”
    He smashed his mouth into hers again and pressed her back. His growl vibrated into her seconds before he slipped one hand between her legs. The savage didn’t bother with more than a quick flick of her clit before shoving one meaty finger into her sheath.
    She yelped in outrage before moaning in surprise. He hadn’t lied about being a quick learner. He found one of her trigger spots with unerring accuracy and rubbed her with delicious pressure.
    His breath tickled her cheek as he pulled back and laughed. “What were you saying, princess?”
    “You can’t do this to me.” Katra whimpered and wiggled and twisted. She needed that perfect touch, but she was afraid of the intensity of it.
    He continued to chuckle. “On the contrary, it looks like I can.”
    Krux sped up the finger inside her, perfectly stroking and poking her T-spot despite her squirming. It was enough to catapult her to the pinnacle and force a cry from her lips, but it wasn’t enough to throw her over the edge. Without direct contact on the other spot, she couldn’t come, and he couldn’t caress that area with his finger. He needed to use something longer, and he knew it, damn it.
    “Tell me you want me.” He sounded demanding now, all playfulness gone. “Ask me to shove my cock inside you, and I’ll ride you to bliss, Katra.”
    Her teeth clenched. It was always about power and control with him, wasn’t it? Well, she wouldn’t give him that pleasure.
    “Say it, Katra, or I’ll walk away right now. I’ll leave you like this: throbbing, yearning. And you don’t even have the option of finishing yourself.”
    That tore it. How dare he treat her like she was dependent on him? She didn’t care if it killed her, she would not submit to this man, not even in this. Unable to speak without groaning, she stared at him mutinously.
    Katra was prepared for his temper. What she wasn’t prepared for was the way he simply pulled his finger out and let her go.
    He smiled and landed an insolent smack on her butt as he backed up. “Have it your way. You’re all squeaky clean.”
    Then he was gone. He gathered his clothes and walked out the door, taking his impressive erection with him.
    It took Katra a moment to overcome the shock, but then she released a torrent of foul names, insulting everything from his parentage to his potency. If she’d had something to throw, she would have hurled it in that moment. Her curses turned into an unintelligible growl when she took a few steps