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question. “Want to guess?”
    She listened hard, heard the sound of running water in the background, and choked. “Are you talking to me in the shower ?”
    He said with a smirk, “I am,” and chuckled when Velvet hissed his name in a way that told him she was both embarrassed and aroused. “I only had to think of you and I got hard as fuck.”
    Her knees went weak, and Velvet was absolutely thankful she was already on her bed. If she had been standing, she probably would have lost her balance at Mykolas’ words. His Greek accent was so pronounced right now, and that meant only one thing.
    “Mykolas, not again,” she protested weakly. They had played this game before, more often than what was right for two people who had never met.
    “Yes, Velvet. Again. Because it’s your fault I’m suffering right now. Until you surrender, until you ask to meet me, we’ll be doing this again and again and again.”
    She couldn’t answer, her teeth sinking into her lower lip to keep herself from moaning.
    “Take off your clothes, Velvet.”
    Her eyes widened, her nipples immediately coming to life at the command even as she made herself snap, “No!”
    “Yes.” He allowed a little bit of steel into his voice. In the two months he had “known” Velvet, he had learned how strong and fiercely independent she was. It gave him a kick to know that he was able to exert his will over her…the same way they both knew it turned her on to submit to him.
    “I want to come while imagining I’m fucking you, Velvet. And for that I need you naked.”
    The unbelievably hot words had her burning up, forcing Velvet to kick off the covers in hopes that the cool air would keep desire from taking over her body. But it didn’t. Nothing could. This desperate insidious craving for Mykolas could only be satisfied…by Mykolas himself.
    “One last time, Velvet, or I’ll have to punish you.”
    “You’re not scaring me.” It was and wasn’t the truth.
    “Am I not?” His voice was very soft as he challenged her. And because her IQ tended to drop whenever she was talking to Mykolas, Velvet wasn’t surprised to feel a thrilling sensation run through her at the sensuous tone of his voice. With him, she forgot about being sensible. With him, her stupid, silly side emerged. With him, she found herself weak and seduced by the way he could sound oh so powerful and authoritative even without raising his voice.  
    Wanting Velvet’s total surrender, Mykolas continued softly, “I don’t have to touch you to punish you, and you know it. If you don’t take off your clothes now, I won’t be calling you for a week. Do you want that?”
    Silence.
    He waited, patiently, like a predator knowing when he had his lovely prey cornered.
    Finally, she choked out, “No.”
    He heard the rustle of clothes from the other end of the line. “That’s my girl,” he murmured in approval. He started shampooing his hair, imagining it was Velvet’s hands running through it. “Are you naked now?”
    “Yes.” And she felt so horribly exposed because of it, never mind if she was alone and her room was submerged in complete darkness.
    Irritation and arousal blended in her voice as she answered, making Mykolas imagine Velvet futilely trying to resist him even though she wanted to fuck him as badly as he wanted to fuck her. The thought had him saying roughly, “I wish you were here with me, agape mou. ” He started soaping his body. “I’m imagining it’s you behind me, your hands running over my body, and I feel your soft plump breasts against my back.”
    The erotic image had her moaning silently, her body arching with need, begging to be possessed.
    After rinsing his hair and washing the soap off his body, Mykolas reached for his painfully aching cock. “I’m imagining your hand on my cock, agape mou. You can’t quite wrap your fingers around it, but you’re holding me so tightly and stroking me hard and fast that I feel like I’ve died and gone to