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I put a hand on his chest, slowing his advance.

"It's absolutely not any of your concern whether I sleep with another man," I said firmly, a challenge in my eyes.

In the back of my head, I knew I wanted him to regret rejecting me all that time ago. Because deep down, it still stung. Not that I'd ever admit as much out loud.

"Alivia," he shook his head saying my name like a reprimand. His voice saying my name, again pulled at the low centre of me. "I promise that when I'm through, you'll forget you ever knew another man's touch."

"Funny," I began, my voice airing a confidence I certainly didn't have, "Whenever I'm with you I can't help but to picture Rogers instead."

"Now you and I both know that is a lie," Loki said through gritted teeth, snatching me close to him by the tie around my waist, "Though you won't be punished any less despite the untruth of your words."

And that shut me up. I snapped my jaw closed firmly as he slowly pulled at the tie that held my robe closed. Heat flushed the back of my neck and cheeks, as the fabric opened, revealing a thin strip of skin along my centre.

A pulsing thrummed low in my stomach, making me want to squeeze my thighs together. Making me ache for his touch.

He watched me, eyes boring into mine, as all of these feelings flickered obviously across my face. It was infuriating and embarrassing all at once that he was so easily able to tell how his words effected me.

"I do love to watch your eyes when I undress you," he said softly, tipping my chin up with a single finger and tilting my head to the side. His lips grazed my neck. And then a light, arousing pain as he bit and sucked, leaving bruises all down the length of the brown skin of my neck.

I moaned, leaning into him and grasping uselessly at his hand. I felt him smile against me. Felt the sharpness of his teeth as they grazed my soft skin.

"What's the matter?" He asked in one of the rare moments his lips weren't connected to me, "You seem awfully quiet now. Tell me I haven't succeeded already? It was just getting fun."

I didn't even know what to say to that, so instead I swatted at him. He pulled back, his brows raised in amusement. "So violent."

I swatted him again, heat crawling further into my skin. My blow never landed. He caught me by the wrist. Then he reached for my other. Before I could ask what he was doing, my hands were bound by the sash that had held my robe together. He'd moved so quickly, tied so efficiently, I'd been completely blindsided.

And now I was completely at his mercy. And pretty much entirely naked.

Lightning coursed through my veins as his lips peeled into a grin. "This should be fun."

"For you, maybe," I mumbled, shifting uncomfortably under his eyes. He'd seen me naked before, plenty of times. But this time I felt so, painfully helpless. So out of control.

"Liar," he smirked, hand wrapped around my neck and fingers grazing my jaw as he led me to the edge of the bed. "I can see it in your eyes, pet. Can hear it in your voice. You want this. Desperately."

I only glared at him as his lips turned up into a smirk.

"Oh, now you must tell me I'm right," he frowned teasingly, taking on a fake stern tone, "Otherwise I can't, in good conscience, continue." He tipped my head up so that we were eye to eye, his other hand dropping to my waist. "Tell me, darling."

"You're the worst."

"You love it," Loki smiled against my throat, sending chills down my skin. "You need only tell me as much."

I knew he wasn't really asking for permission in case I might not want him. I knew that he knew very well how much I wanted him. The only reason he asked now was so that I would be even more vulnerable, exposed, and at his mercy.

But God, did I want him.

I leaned in. Kissed him gently. Hoped it would suffice as an answer. But when he pulled back and shook his head, clicking his tongue, I knew it wouldn't.

"Now, dear, I'm sure you're capable of using your words," he chided.

"For Christ's sake, Loki, yes," I spat in frustration.

"Yes what?"

"I want you," I forced out in a husky tone I didn't recognize.

I felt his hard body press against mine. Felt his fingers curl into my throat and hip, where he held me in place. Felt heat and lust radiating off of him in waves.

"Perfect," he smiled.

My stomach dropped when I was heaved off of my feet, and tossed onto the bed. The bathrobe was in a state of disarray, covering pretty much no part of me. Cool air teased at all of my exposed skin, as the electric trail of Loki's eyes roamed up the length of me.

My skin flushed with heat, as he grazed the tips of his fingers up my leg, my stomach, between my breasts, my throat. He cupped the side of my face. Looked sweetly down at me.

"I am never going to let you forget you said that," he mocked.

"Oh my god—" My annoyance was cut off by a sharp burst of pleasure, as I felt his fingers sink inside of me. My gasp of surprise was chased by a moan, as he moved around with practiced ease, causing my back to arch, and the tips of my breasts to harden with arousal.

He lowered himself so that his body was pressed to mine. His free hand snaked up to my bound wrists, pinning them above my head. His lips lowered to my ear, and he bit at the lobe.

I shuddered with an overwhelming pleasure, and could not help but to rock my hips to his pace.

He pressed into me, and I felt something hard against my thigh. He sighed into my ear, as we moved in rhythm.

"I also don't plan to let you forget how you were so wet for me," he said breathily as I stifled a moan against his jaw, "Nor how you rode my hand as you are now." He paused briefly, and I could feel his teeth against my skin as his mouth pulled into a smile. "Nor will I ever allow you to forget this—"

Before I could ask what this was, he did—something—with two of his fingers. Pushed deep into me, stimulating every nerve that met at my centre.

And before I could stop myself, "Loki—Oh God—"

I was too racked with pleasure to feel the embarrassment that would surely haunt me later. Because he was way too proud of himself for having made me scream like that. And, as he'd said, there wasn't a chance in hell he'd let me forget it.

My breasts were flattened against his chest due to the steep arch in my back as I moved against him. The pressure built. Climaxed. And, like untying a knot in my muscles, it released, just as it was becoming too much.

Loki moved atop me several seconds longer, until my fingers twitched and I was limp and begging. He shuddered, moving off me. I didn't miss the small, darkened stain between his thighs as he pushed off of me.

I was panting and hot as he stood, turned to me, brushed aside some hair, and cupped my face again.

"I'd like to see Rogers undo you as I so easily can," he said dryly, "Goodnight, my pet."

With that, he turned for the door.

"You forgot to untie me," I called after him, awkwardly pushing to a seated position.

"Didn't forget," he said over his shoulder as he opened the door, "Just don't care to. I was meant to be punishing you, remember?"

And with that, he closed the door behind him and was gone. I sucked a sharp breath between my teeth.

I was going to murder him.

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