CHAPTER 63: SAY IT AGAIN (5)

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Georgia’s POV

"Stop it, Nick!" I growled, trying to lean away from him, but I barely moved an inch before his hand slid over my stomach and gently pulled me back against him.

His body was warm. Too warm.

"Stop what?" he asked with that infuriatingly smug smile, like he knew exactly what he was doing, but wanted to hear me say it.

Then he leaned in, inhaling the scent behind my ear before brushing soft, teasing kisses along the shell of it, his tongue flicking out for one bold lick that made me flinch and shiver.

"That!" I said through clenched teeth, trying not to laugh and moan at the same time. "Whatever you’re plotting, it’s not gonna work."

He chuckled, shameless. "Unless you tell me what exactly I should stop, I wouldn’t know." His lips trailed from my ear to my cheek, down to the curve of my neck.

Goddamn it!

There he was again, coaxing words out of my mouth, making me flustered when I should be putting up walls. Nick Knight was equal parts adorable and infuriating, a walking contradiction that I couldn’t seem to get away from.

Then I felt his hand move, slow, calculating my reaction, gliding up from my belly, sneaking beneath my breast, his thumb making lazy circles against my sensitive skin.

"You’re seducing me again," I hissed, grabbing his wrist to stop him from going any further.

My body was aching. My legs, my core, all of it sore from earlier... and yet this man was relentless. And somehow still full of energy, like he hadn’t just destroyed my soul moments ago. What was he made of? Steel fueled by gasoline?

He leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear. "So... you’re saying that you’re getting seduced?" he whispered, his tone dipping lower, darker.

Shit. He flipped it on me.

"I didn’t say that," I snapped. "Stop twisting my words!"

He laughed softly, the sound like velvet soaked in double trouble. "Then... what are you saying?" he murmured, dragging each syllable out, letting his breath fan across my neck like a slow burn.

"You’re touching me again," I said, already feeling my willpower melt. "You’re trying to seduce me."

Why was I even answering him? The old me would’ve shut this down, walked away, maybe even thrown a punch. But instead, I stayed. I sat here, aching and breathless, still wrapped in his arms—letting it happen.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Or maybe... what the hell has he done to me?

"So, you’re telling me," Nick murmured, lips grazing my ear, "that if I kiss you right here... you get aroused?"

The heat of his breath made me shudder, but I forced myself to roll my eyes.

"It’s ticklish," I said, feigning indifference. If he wanted to play this game, fine—I’d make damn sure I’d win.

He pulled back just enough for our eyes to meet, his smirk dangerous. "Hmm. Is that all? I see..."

In one fluid motion, he twisted his hand from under mine and caught both of my wrists, pinning them effortlessly before guiding one of them to rest under my breast. His fingers brushed my skin—slow, claiming.

"How about here?" he asked, fingertips stroking just beneath the swell. "Does this turn you on?"

"No!" I blurted out, a little too fast.

Liar.

I could already feel the ache building between my thighs, the pressure coiling low in my belly.

"Oh?" he said, feigning disappointment. "Okay..."

Then he pinched my nipple—sharp, brisk.

I gasped and turned my head to glare at him. "Nick!"

He only laughed, that wicked glint in his eyes lighting up like a challenge. "Guess that one stung a little, huh?"

"It did! Stop it. Let’s clean up and get back to the cave," I snapped, trying to wriggle out of his grip. But he was unbothered, unhurried—like a predator toying with its prey.

Instead of letting go, he rolled my nipple between his fingers, drawing out another sharp breath from me, and leaned in to kiss the slope of my shoulder—slow, seductive.

"How about this?" he whispered, voice honeyed and low. "Is this arousing, baby?"

I clenched my jaw, fighting to keep my breathing steady—but I was losing. My chest rose and fell in shallow gasps, my pulse racing, my body betraying me inch by inch.

He knew.

He always knew.

And god help me, I didn’t want him to stop. I really don’t know myself anymore.

Then his lips found my neck... hot, possessive, and he didn’t hold back. He licked, then sucked hard, drawing a moan from deep inside me. I knew that it would mark and would show tomorrow. I knew whoever came to rescue us tomorrow would see it.

Let them.

Let them see it.

Let them know I belong to him, and he belongs to me.

He finally released my wrists, but only so his hand could travel lower. I felt his fingers brush along my stomach, inching their way between my thighs. Instinctively, I snapped my legs together, locking them tight.

His other hand seized my breast and gave it a firm squeeze, making me gasp and bite down on my lower lip.

"Oh, baby..." he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and desire, "still playing hard to get?"

"I am not!" I snapped, even as heat burned through my cheeks.

But... was I? Damn! I am confused... so confused!

I didn’t even know anymore. My mind screamed to hold him off—but my body had no idea why. Every part of me was aching, pulsing, yearning for him again.

I tried to justify it—I’m sore, I told myself.

But... am I?

No. Not anymore.

God, I was wet. Soaked. Ready.

He hadn’t even fully touched me yet, and my body was already begging to be filled by him all over again. Every nerve sparked, every breath came faster.

He was just so fucking addicting. So help me, universe!

"Open your legs, baby..." he whispered, his voice low and sinful, thick with hunger.

But I didn’t move.

Even as my body screamed yes, my mind clung to that last thread of resistance. I couldn’t tell if it was pride, fear, or just plain defiance holding me back—but I stayed still.

Then his breath grazed my skin again, darker this time. "If you don’t..." he murmured, "I’ll tie you up... spread those pretty legs open myself... and make sure you never get the chance to deny me again."

Oh god.

That was a threat.

A dangerous, deliciously arousing threat.

Instead of scaring me, it sent a hot jolt straight to my core. My thighs clenched tighter, but it wasn’t to keep him out. No, it was to hold back the moan that nearly escaped.

Why the hell did that turn me on more?

Why do I want to test him now... push him further... make him prove it?

Damn it. What am I even thinking?

I should be running. I should stop him.

But instead—

I just want to see what he’ll do next.

If I don’t do what he says, will he really do it? Do I even want to find out?

Oh God, I’m in so much trouble...

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