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Chapter Fifty-Five: Tell Me (CW)

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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."