Chapter 36 #2
His calm words of concern wash over me, as his fingers trace down my cheek and tilt my jaw upwards, before rubbing that spot back and forth soothingly.
Every inch of his large, muscled body is pressed against mine, and I can, for fucking sure, feel his morning wood digging into my stomach.
That's all I need to yank me from the spell he's casting around me.
"Get the fuck off of me!" I grit through my teeth, and instead of complying, the asshole's lips twitch, before breaking into an earthshattering, panty-dropping smile.
He pushes more of his weight down on me, ensuring I can't slide out from under him, as my skin prickles and my heartbeat pounds against my ribs.
He leans forward and rubs his elegant, straight nose against my cheek, with a tenderness that has my heart seizing in my chest. "Naw, I don't think I will.
I'm perfectly comfortable right here, Livy. "
To emphasize his point, he grinds his torso and hips into mine.
My blood surges cold and then hot, a dizzying mix of fear and something else I hate myself for recognizing.
My body is too aware of his, the warmth and strength behind his defined, tattooed frame.
The steady way he breathes, like he's not afraid of my reaction, or disturbed by my attempt to flee from the bed.
I'm attracted to him, and what's worse is that he knows it.
I tense, forcing my voice out, even though it feels scraped raw. "Let go of me."
He exhales loudly, the sound filling the silence between us, not annoyed or angry, almost as if he's… disappointed. "No," he says quietly, like it's obvious, and it's not even up for discussion. "You're shaking."
I realize that he's right, and my body is trembling underneath him, with a combination of fear, adrenaline, and something else I refuse with shame to name out loud, even to myself.
"I'm fine," I lie, attempting to hide the wispiness in my voice.
"How did I get here, and why the fuck are you in my bed with me? "
He shifts above me, propping himself slightly on one arm, so his breath brushes the side of my neck.
A shiver runs straight down my spine, and my traitorous core clenches painfully.
Damn it. I don't want him to feel that. I don't want my body to respond to his.
He's a monster, just like his friends, despite his attempt to pretend otherwise.
That's all it is, a mask that he sports, just like the shitty ones they chased me through the woods wearing.
"You don't sound fine," he murmurs. "You were trapped in a terrifying nightmare.
I could feel you resisting it. You were crying out and fighting against something in your sleep.
" His hand lifts underneath the tangled sheets, barely a brush of fingertips grazing my hip, and a shot of electricity zaps across my skin, when I realize how close he is to my pussy.
"You think I'm the danger, but you're not even fully awake yet, Livy.
.. I'm here to keep you safe, pretty girl, not to hurt you. "
Keep me safe? I don't believe a word he's trying to feed me.
I don't deny that I was trapped in the nightmare, but I don't accept, for even a second, that his actions are selfless or honorable.
"You think holding me without my consent, or knowledge, helps, after all the psychotic shit you three put me through?
" I snap, trying to push his body off me, but it refuses to budge.
I know I could flip us with some effort.
I've trained in martial arts for years now to do just that, but something within me wants to see if he'll admit to his deranged actions.
Why it even makes a difference to me in the light of day, I don't even understand, but it does.
"I know it does," he murmurs. "You stopped moving, and settled, the moment I pulled you close.
" The confidence with which he makes his statement would be sexy as hell, if I weren't in my current predicament.
As it stands, it irks me that he's probably right, and like the brat I am, I can't let him have the win.
Especially not after all the shit they've put me through in the last couple of hours.
Has it only been a couple of hours? My lack of sense of time is another issue I need to address immediately.
I grit my teeth and break our connection, refusing to look at him, and focusing my gaze over his shoulder. "Because I didn't know who was touching me. Had I been awake, I wouldn't have welcomed your contact."
"And now that you do know, Hellstorm," he says, voice lower, filled with dark sexual tension, "you're still letting me.
" His hand slides down my neck, his long fingers wrapping gently around it, and tapping against my sensitive skin.
I don't know whether to take it as a warning, or a soothing caress, but my body is responding against my better judgment.
Goosebumps break along my skin, and my nipples harden to tight peaks he can definitely feel through the material of this shirt.
My breath stutters, and my mouth goes dry, with his knowing smirk and raised eyebrow, daring me to deny his effect on me.
It's infuriating how easily he reads my body, when I can barely trust it.
"That's not..." I start, but his fingers tighten against my neck, his hardening cock thrusts against my stomach, and my words instantly drop off. Oh God, he's fucking huge.
He lets out a soft hum, more like a warm breath of amusement against my jaw, his tongue licking a path along its surface. "You're all confused, Livy. Your mind's still tangled in the dream. That's why you want to run from me, but just let me in, pretty girl, I'll make you feel so good, promise."
I swallow hard, a lump forming in my throat I can't seem to dislodge.
"I want to run because you drugged and assaulted me, while you played your fucked up game of hide and seek.
Don't try to twist the story now, you're not a good guy, whatever the fuck your name is.
" I know his name, of course, I know his fucking name, but I want him to believe that he's so inconsequential to me that I don't. I need to hurt him, even in a small, petty way, to even the massive score between us.
His fingers around my throat tighten subtly, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me how trapped I am, and that he could stop my air supply at any moment.
I stare up into his angelic face and can read the displeasure my words have brought.
His dark brows narrow into a furrowed 'V', and he bites down on his plush bottom lip.
I find myself wanting to bite down on his lip too, and I have to steady my breathing, which is rapidly increasing.
"You'll be screaming my name for everyone to hear shortly, Hellstorm.
I'm going to make sure it's tattooed on the inside of your vocal cords, and that you call out to me whenever you attempt to sleep.
You'll never be free of me, you just don't know it yet. "
He lifts suddenly to his knees like a graceful panther, but his hand remains firmly around my throat.
His other hand grasps the front of the shirt I'm wearing and yanks, the sound of material tearing loud in the too-silent room.
A gasp slips past my lips as I try to rise and get away from him, but he forces me back down by my neck, his large, muscular legs pinning mine together between his.
I'm at his mercy, the cool air hitting my exposed skin.
His eyes graze over my breasts with hunger, and his pink tongue comes out to lick his lips, as if he can't wait to devour me.
"Don't..." It's spoken in a whisper, but it's all I get out before his mouth crushes down on mine with a fierceness that overwhelms me.
His soft lips roam, demanding entry, as he attempts to deepen this kiss.
His tongue pushes against the seam of my lips, and when I attempt to deny him entry, his deft fingers find one of my nipples and pinch hard, until my lips pry open in a scream that he takes full advantage of, by thrusting his tongue inside.
His tongue attempts to coax mine, and before I know what I'm doing, I'm hungrily kissing him back.
Our tongues lash and tangle together, both of us making starving noises as we consume each other.
His hand slides between my breasts, caressing the soft flesh, before cradling one of my breasts in his large palm.
He squeezes the round globe, while pinching my nipple roughly between two of his fingers, and the sensation of pain and arousal causes my pussy to slicken.
I'm starting to feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, as he continues to attack my mouth.
The little growly sounds escaping him are causing my body to heat for him, until I fear I might explode.
I can feel my clit throbbing, and how slick I already am.
I've never cum before from just nipple stimulation, but I'm pretty sure River aims to change that.
He pulls back from our kiss, his breathing ragged, his lips swollen and slick with our combined saliva.
"Fuck, Livy. I need you. I need to be inside of you right now, more than I've ever needed anything in my life.
Hate me later, I'll even let you beat on me if you need to, but just let me inside of you, so I can make us both feel good right now. "