"You want to play games? Fine. Let's play."
Her weight settled on my lap, all curves and fury. Silk pajama shorts did nothing to hide the heat between her thighs as she ground against me, deliberate and punishing. Purple eyes locked on mine, wild with jealousy and want. Even in anger, she moved like royalty—every motion a decree, every touch a command.
I didn't let her keep the upper hand. My hands shot around her waist, yanking her flush against my chest until I felt her heartbeat hammering in time with mine. Our bodies aligned perfectly, her softness yielding against my hardness, the contrast that always drove me wild.
"I thought you'd never ask, Queen," I rumbled, low enough that only she could hear, the ancient game of dominance and submission beginning anew between us.
