Chapter Eighteen #2
Something in her eyes changed—a hesitation, a doubt. She wanted her freedom more than anything, but I knew she cared about me. She’d confessed it before. She cared enough to question whether she could live with it if she pulled the trigger.
Click.
Her eyes widened in confusion when nothing happened.
I smirked. The gun wasn’t loaded, and I knew it. But I had to give her points for bravery. She’d actually pulled the trigger, and she didn’t even blink.
“I was hoping you’d do that.”
Seizing the moment, I stormed toward her, grabbing her wrist, yanking her to me.
I spun her around, trapping her between my hips and the desk behind her and I smashed her hand against the desk, forcing her to release the gun.
She fought me, her hands pushing and hitting wherever her fists could reach, her breath ragged with anger and fear.
I wanted her to stop and before I could restrain myself, my hand was gripping her hair, and my lips crashed onto hers.
I kissed her aggressively, the way I’d imagined countless times before, and it didn’t take long for her to kiss me back with the same intensity.
My hands moved instinctively to her thighs, lifting her onto the desk as her legs wrapped around my hips, wanting me closer. Her lips were sweet and warm, so warm that they could easily reach cold places inside I thought I’d long lost.
Everything happened so fast that neither of us had any idea what we were doing but her body naturally followed mine and neither of us was willing to stop. If we’d both been too stubborn to give in before, we were equally stubborn to stop now.
I bit her bottom lip, and she moaned into my mouth. That sound was the most incredible thing I’d ever heard and now, I couldn’t wait to hear her scream my name.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Chloe, you’ll still feel me long after I’m gone.”
She choked on a gasp, rocking her pussy against my hardness, needing more of that friction and it nearly drove me to the edge.
“And when I’m done, every breath you take will taste like me—” I closed my teeth along her jaw, and she winced. “—and you’ll never want anything else again.”
I was painfully hard for her but wasn’t going to give her what she wanted just yet.
I want her thirsty.
I want her mad.
I want her begging.
Only then would I give her what she craved—my cock—buried deep inside her. She’d learn how to trust me, and I’d show her exactly how. But for now, nothing would stop me from enjoying this woman.
“Do you want this?” I growled, pressing my massive hard-on against her, feeling her heat through the thin fabric of her leggings.
Her nails dug into my arms, her back arching in response. She needed me, she was desperate for me, but still, she refused to say it.
My fingers found the waistband of her leggings, and I started pulling them down. When she didn’t try to stop me, I pulled them off completely, never breaking the kiss.
“Say it,” I demanded, fisting her panties and pulling it up harder against her clit. She moaned against my mouth again but refused to say the words. She wanted me so bad but she would die before admitting it. Fuck, I’m going to break this woman.
I dropped to my knees, hooking her leg over my shoulder, giving me full access to her pussy.
“Tell me you want me to touch you,” I growled.
Chloe met my gaze, holding it with a mix of lust and defiance.
And I’d never seen such a beautiful sight before me.
She was beautiful, but in a hot and fuming state, she was fucking breathtaking.
I started trailing kisses up her inner thigh and her hand found my hair to grip, her head falling back, desperate for me to reach that sensitive spot in her center.
“I need words, Chloe.” I breathed against her skin, biting her inner thigh too close to her groin, just enough for her to flinch but also feel good. “If you want this, you will have to say it.”
“Just do it,” she finally said, exasperated.
Just as I was about to dive into her soaked panties, I smirked. When I stood, she groaned with irritation.
So needy. So fucking hot.
I gripped her jaw between my fingers, forcing her to look me in the eyes while my other hand slid down her panties and found her clit, feeling her arousal wrapping around my fingers welcoming them. I circled around just enough to tease and then, I stopped.
I moved my dripping fingers into my mouth, sucking on them like she was melted ice cream, savoring her until the last drop as she watched it.
And fuck, she tasted too good.
“Ragazza ingenua… In my house, you don’t get candy for trying to kill me,” I murmured darkly, tapping the tip of her nose with mocking disdain as her pretty eyes widened. “If you want pleasure, you have to earn it.”
Her eyes filled with shock as the realization hit.
She jolted upright, pushing herself off the desk as if struck by lightning, her fists slamming into my chest in a mix of rage, disappointment and… maybe embarrassment.
“Don’t touch me again!” she screamed out.
I stepped back, hands raised in mock surrender, a smirk plastered on my lips to taunt her. This woman was testing my limits, and for some twisted reason, I kept on allowing it.
She tried to storm past me, but I caught her wrist before she could escape. I held her eyes with mine, making sure she would hear every word.
“Even if you manage to escape this house, I will always find you, Chloe.”