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so hard I have to hold you up to keep you from sliding under the water?”
    She exhaled, slow and ragged. “And if I say yes?”
    “That would be a start,” he said, reaching up to curl his fingers around the back of her neck. “But I believe I mentioned begging. What is it going to take for you to learn to beg?”
    He held her gaze as he took his cock in hand and tilted his leaking tip down to brush against her clit. The sound she made—a cross between a yelp and a moan—was enough to make his cock twitch against her again. Her head fell back, resting against his hand, her breath already coming faster.
    “Maybe something like that?” he asked, severing the contact between them.
    “Yes,” she said softly. “Do that again.”
    “Do what again?” he asked, wanting to hear it from her lips.
    “Rub your cock against me,” she said, her eyes hooded. “Tease me. Make me beg you for more.”
    “Spread your legs,” he ordered, still gazing straight into her eyes as he rubbed the head of his dick in slow, firm circles on her clit. If he looked down, he knew the sight of their bodies so close to joining would be hot as hell, but he had to maintain control.
    Besides, her eyes were putting on their own show, anger and hunger shifting back and forth like a kaleidoscope spinning in the sun.
    “Are you getting wet for me again?” he asked, pushing on before she could respond. “I think I should find out.” He dipped lower, sliding his shaft between her lips, fighting a groan as her slick heat coated his skin.
    “You want to be inside me so bad,” she said, flexing her thighs, increasing the pressure squeezing in around his erection. “You want to bend me over that rock and fuck me hard from behind. You want my hair in your fist and your cock so deep you—”
    Her words ended in a bleat of rage as he pushed her back into the deep end of the pool.
    What she’d been describing was one of the many fantasies pulsing through his head, but this wasn’t about fulfilling his fantasies or letting her take the upper hand. This was about driving her to the edge and making her twist there, about bringing her low and breaking her with her own desire.
    This time, she came to the surface swinging. She lunged for him, but he captured her wrists, transferring them both to one hand that he lifted over her head. He held her there, thrashing and cursing his name, as he brought his free hand to her breast, pinching her left nipple hard enough to make her cry out.
    It was a sound of pain and pleasure, but it wasn’t yet a sound of surrender.
    “Fuck you,” she hissed, chest rising and falling faster as he plucked and rolled her other nipple. “I hate you so fucking much.”
    “But you want me even more,” he said, his balls beginning to feel bruised with the need for release. “You want me to fuck you against the rocks by the waterfall. You want to feel me moving inside of you, making you take every inch of my cock, making you come so hard you feel like the pleasure is going to rip you apart.”
    “I’m not, I don’t—” She cut off with a whimper, her wrists stopping their squirming to get free. “Please stop. Please stop this.”
    “Stop touching you?” He trailed his knuckles down her quivering stomach and slipped his fingers back between her legs, teasing through her slick lips. “Stop doing this?” He slid two fingers inside her well of heat, moving in and out as his thumb pulsed on her clit.
    “Y-yes,” she panted, her eyes squeezing closed. “No!”
    “Which is it, yes or no?” He added a third finger and watched her lips part on a sexy little sigh, the kind that had always driven him wild. “Better speak up fast, Harley. I’m not feeling patient today.”
    “Don’t stop,” she said, rocking into his hand. “Please don’t stop. Please let me come. I want to come.”
    “You want to come on my hand?” He released control of her wrists, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close enough