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the rebellion.”
    “There’s a rebellion? Against who?”
    He chuckled and lowered his head, brushing his lips against hers. “I want your tongue in my mouth.”
    Happy to oblige, she tilted her head and fitted her mouth over his, finding the best angle. It was a bit awkward without being able to use her hands, but he more than compensated by wrapping his arm around her back and pressing her snugly against his chest. His lips parted, warm and waiting, but it was obvious he wanted her to kiss him.
    She traced the seam of his lips with her tongue, then slowly pushed inside. His deep groan was its own reward. She licked and slid, exploring with ever bolder strokes until his tongue curled around hers and the kiss became wildly interactive.
    “Dyauna.” He whispered the name against her kiss-swollen lips. “She’s leading a rebellion against Madox and his Barbary pride.”
    She tried to break away, to ask more questions, but Grayson no longer seemed interested in conversation. His hands moved boldly over her body, cupping her breasts and stroking her skin, rubbing against her as if he owned her body and soul.
    It was damn hard to object when everything he did felt incredibly good and made her hunger for more. Quid pro quo. He had suggested the concept and it was the only way she’d retain any semblance of her sanity.
    “Tell me more about Madox, and I’ll let you put your fingers inside me.” Her voice sounded strangled, but the bold suggestion was enough to raise Grayson’s head from her breast. Anger snapped in his gaze and his hands tightened against her flesh. “Isn’t that the deal?” She took a deep breath, determined to come out of this with her dignity intact. “Information for physical submission?”
    He wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed her against his hip. His face hovered over hers, eyes intense. “Most call this finger-fucking.” He pushed his hand between her thighs and parted her folds. “We’re venturing dangerously close to that elusive line. Are you sure you’ll be able to stop once you feel me moving inside your pussy?”
    “Fingers. That’s all I’m offering.”
    Two long fingers drilled into her core, the fullness just enough to make her moan. “I’ll gladly take whatever you freely offer. I’d just hoped you’d start to see beyond the game.” He stared into her eyes, his fingers a constant reminder of what they really wanted.
    All he had to do was rid himself of the jeans and replace his fingers with his cock. She was desperate for motion or clitoral stimulation. He gave her neither. She rocked her hips and dropped her head back on her shoulders, refusing to look at him as her inner muscles rippled and clenched.
    “How’s that feel?”
    With her limbs spread and secured, all she could do was accept what he chose to give. He had to know this wouldn’t get her off. It was only driving her crazy. Perhaps that was the point. She was still trying to maintain control. Make the game interactive. He wanted her passive, submissive -- well, that just wasn’t her!
    “Tell me about Madox!” she snapped. If he would just move his fingers or touch her clit this would be a lot more interesting.
    “He’s a Barbary lion shifter, very rare, very well respected.” Those long fingers pulled nearly out then thrust back in, the isolated penetration not enough to do more than add to her agitation.
    “Why are the others rebelling against him?”
    “That’s a completely different question. It will cost you something far more precious than allowing me to put my fingers in your cunt.”
    She gasped and opened her eyes. “You started this game. Why are you angry?”
    “Because it’s not a game with me. I want your willing submission. I need it if there is ever to be anything between us. I thought this ‘game’ would satisfy your pride, make it easier for you to entrust me with your pleasure.”
    “I trust you,” she whispered.
    “Not yet, but you will. I’ll make this really