Chapter 49
BELLA
His lips hover over mine, and that war in his eyes, between wanting to be good and wanting to ruin everything, pulls me under harder than any kiss ever could.
“Maybe, you need to be a good girl and show me why you deserve both…”
“Well, what if I don’t want to be good for you?” I whisper, my breath shaky.
He doesn’t answer. His jaw flexes instead, his hand still around my throat, holding me in that perfect edge of restraint.
I grab his wrist, squeeze, and push back—not to break free, but to test him.
“You’re not the only one who likes control, Rowan.”
Something dark flashes across his face. He leans in, close enough that I feel his breath against my lips.
“Sweetness, if you wanted to play, all you had to do was say so.”
“Play?” I drag my nails down his chest. “Who said I wanted to play? I’m here to win.”
He chuckles before pushing me harder against the counter. His palm slides up my thigh, grip rough enough to steal my breath. “Then show me what winning looks like.”
My pulse hammers. I yank him closer, our mouths crashing together in something messy, greedy, desperate. His tongue slides against mine, and it’s a battle, neither of us surrendering, both of us tasting defiance and need.
He pulls back just long enough to murmur, “Still want control?”
I tighten my grip on his collar and shove him back until his spine hits the opposite counter. His laughter is a growl in my ear.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathes, “that’s cute.”
“Not cute,” I whisper, dragging my fingers down his throat, pressing just enough to make his breath hitch. “Effective.”
He tilts his head, amusement sparking in his eyes. “You’re dangerous when you forget to be sweet.”
I grin. “You make me forget a lot of things.”
I sink to my knees, fingers tracing the waistband of his pants.
“Such a good boy for me, rockstar. That perfect cock already hard and ready for me.”
He lets out a low, ragged sound, but before I can move further, his hand tangles in my hair and pulls me back up, forcing my eyes to meet his.
“Not like that,” he says, voice rough. “If we do this, you’re looking at me.”
“So bossy,” I tease.
He smirks. “So obedient.”
I roll my eyes, laughing, and it breaks the tension for a heartbeat. I pull down his pants and drop to my knees, running my tongue along his piercings.
He pulls my hair at the root harder.
“Who’s being good now?” he grunts.
I look up at him through my lashes.
“Both of us?”
Before I can take him in my mouth fully, he pulls me up and grabs my hips to spin me around. My palms hit the counter. The cold marble bites my skin.
“Rowan,” I breathe, “I swear—”
He leans over me, lips at my ear. “You swear what, sweetness?”
“That you’re insufferable.”
He laughs quietly. “And you love it.”
I push back against him, the movement enough to make him groan, his hands gripping my waist harder.
“You’re playing with fire,” he warns.
The next second, he flips me around again, pressing me into him, our hearts pounding in sync. His forehead rests against mine, the air thick between us.
“This is what you do to me,” he says, almost broken. “You take all that control I built my life around and tear it apart like it was never there.”
I cup his face, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth. “Maybe you were never meant to have control around me.”
He pushes up my dress over my hips, lifts me onto the counter and drops to his knees. “Maybe I like that too much.”
Pulling my panties to one side, he slowly runs his tongue along my needy pussy.
“I also love this far too much,” he mutters.
I squeeze his head with my thighs.
“You’re playing dirty, rockstar,” I warn him.
When I release him, he stands, leaning over me.
Our lips meet again, hotter, hungrier, the kind of kiss that blurs the lines between dominance and surrender until I can’t tell which one of us is winning. And maybe that’s the point.
Because for the first time in my life, I don’t want to win.
I just want him.
“Do you want to explore this properly, baby?” he whispers against my lips.
“Fuck yeah.”
“Mmm. My good girl.”
A moan escapes my lips as he slides two fingers inside me. “Soaking for me. Dripping down my hand already. You know how hot that is, don’t you? That I can make you fall apart by giving you control over me.”
I nod, my head tipping back, and he licks along the column of my throat.
“I can give you anything you need. Please let me.”
“Hmm. I like the begging, Rowan.”
He pulls out his fingers and puts my panties back in place.
“It’s because I’m your good boy, precious. Now let’s go to Inferno. Where all our dreams will come true.”
My heart rate spikes.
“So Decadence is the chocolate factory. Inferno is what? A kinky club.”
He bites his lip with a boyish grin.
“Not just any kinky club. The most elite in the world, right on our doorstep.”
My mouth drops open.
“Wow.”
He nods.
“Close those pretty lips before I shove my cock between them. I’m trying so hard to be good for you right now, but there’s only so much restraint a man can have.”
I lace my fingers through his and he helps me off the counter.
I’m nervous but excited. With him by my side, I can do anything.