Chapter 11
“What?” Pulling back does no good, he has a firm grip on me. “You can’t.”
“I can.” He gives me a confident nod. “Now decide, bedroom or living room.”
“I’ll scream.” We both know it won’t matter. The neighbors aren’t coming to my rescue.
They’ll assume my brothers have come over and are once again arguing in my apartment. Or banging on my door trying to get inside. They won’t be sending anyone to see if I’m all right. They’ve been trained to ignore the noise coming from my apartment.
“Of that I’m sure. It’s going to hurt.” He steps back, dragging me with him. “A lot.”
“Wait.” I grab at his hand, thinking to pull myself free.
There’s no hope for that; the man has a vise grip on me.
“Bedroom it is,” he decides.
I kick at him, but all that happens is I lose my balance and tumble. Fire erupts across my scalp as his hand hasn’t loosened.
“You’re a danger to yourself more than anyone else is.” He releases my hair, only to bend and throw his shoulder into my stomach.
My next view is his ass as I dangle over his shoulder. No man should have an ass that looks this good in a pair of slacks.
“No! Wait!” I throw my fists into his back, wiggling as best I can.
I’m no match for him; he simply walks through the living room and into my bedroom. He pauses inside my bedroom, and for a brief shimmering moment hope blooms that he’s come to his senses.
“Out,” he orders. “You shouldn’t be here for this.”
I have to twist my body to see who he’s talking to. Marion takes her time hopping off the bed and walking from the room. Her tail does a little flick before she disappears into the living room, and Lev kicks the door shut.
“Traitor!” I yell at the door.
At my cat.
This man has me yelling at my own cat.
“At least one of the females in this apartment knows when to listen,” he mutters before dumping me onto my bed.
My hair falls into my face, draping across my vision. When I push it out of my way, Lev stands in front of me, his hands on his hips and a severe look in his eyes.
“I’m not sure where you get off thinking you can do any of this.” I scramble to the edge of the bed, intent on marching straight for the door.
Before my foot even dangles off the bed, Lev plops down on the mattress beside me, and has his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me over his lap.
Instinct kicks in, and I struggle, kicking and twisting, but I’m no match for the ogre. His arm might as well be made of lead for all the mass it has. I’m completely anchored to him as he jostles me around until he has me in a position he wants.
“Lev! Don’t do this.” I pause in my fight. “Please,” I say, more softly.
Honey catches more flies than vinegar. At least, that’s what my first foster mother told me.
“You’re right.” He rests his hand on my ass, splayed out, sending warmth through the denim of my jeans straight to my skin.
If he were to touch me, skin to skin, I’d be scalded. I’m sure of that and annoyed by the awareness. My body has to stop reacting to him as though he’s anything than the asshole brother of a new friend.
“Good. Let me up,” I press my hands against the mattress, ready to climb off his lap.
As soon as my ass lifts up from his lap, his hand sneaks beneath me, unbuttoning my jeans and tearing down the zipper before I can even register what he’s doing.
“I want you to feel every stroke,” he says, ripping my jeans, along with my panties, down over my ass and pulling everything down to my knees.
“No!” I fling my hand behind me, but I’m too slow.
He has me back over his lap, pinned down with his lead arm wrapped around my waist, in seconds. The first smack to my bare ass stills me. I’m shocked. Appalled.
“You spanked me!” I yell, immediately kicking my legs again.
My gym shoes, the sort you slip on, fly off my feet. One lands on my back while the other thuds to the floor.
He merely pushes the shoe from my back and repositions himself.
“You’ll make this harder if you keep fighting me.” He brings down his hand again, and then again.
I won’t stop fighting him. My kicks and my wiggles are all for nothing, though. The man doesn’t miss his target once.
Heat builds and builds, until every bit of my skin is ablaze. He shows no sign of stopping, either.
“If I ever have to pick you up from the police station again, you’ll feel the leather of my belt across this ass.” He smacks the bottom of my ass harder.
“I didn’t ask you to come get me!” I remind him.
He rests his hand on the top of my thigh, squeezing gently. “You don’t have to ask. I’ll always be there to save you.”
“I don’t need saving.” My voice is barely a whisper.
I drop my head to the mattress, a tear slipping from my cheek onto the comforter. The light blue material soaks up the wetness as another tear falls in its place. The frames of my glasses push into my brow, the lenses already starting to steam.
“You can’t take on the world by yourself.” He runs his hand up my thigh, sliding it inward and up further until his fingers brush across my sex.
My pants have flown off in all my struggling. I’m completely bare to him.
Heat rushes up my neck, covering my face.
His fingernails drag along the inside of my thigh, sending a soft burst of electricity to my center. I bite back the moan threatening to escape and throw a hand over my mouth.
“I hate you,” I grit out from behind my palm.
He chuckles. It’s soft and dark. A sound that should send shivers of fear through me. Instead, it only makes my body melt more for him.
“You say that, but your body tells a different story.” He slides one fingertip through the folds of my pussy, gathering all the wetness my body has betrayed me with.
“I can’t help it,” I mutter as though it’s a good excuse for the arousal building inside me with his touch.
He presses the tip of his wet finger against my clit, and the moan I’m fighting is too strong to hold back.
“I don’t want you to stop it. I don’t want you to fight it.” He rolls my clit beneath his finger, slow and determined.
My eyes roll, and I have to clench my teeth together to keep from begging him to press harder.
“I want you to give in. I want you to give over. I want you to admit that even you cannot stop what nature creates.” He exerts more pressure, increasing the speed.
My toes curl into the comforter.
“I want you to admit you need me.” He shifts his hand, pressing another finger to the entrance of my pussy while he continues to torture my clit.
“Lev,” I groan. It’s the only word I can manage.
“What do you need, Max? Do you need me to thrust my fingers into you? Do you want me to fill you with my fingers, and fuck you until you come for me? Is that what you need?”
Shock therapy is obviously what I need, but that’s not available to me at the moment. His fingers are.
My leg slides from his lap. Using the floor as leverage, I push my hips upward. An offering. A request.
“No, no. You have to say it. Tell me what you want.” He pushes the very tip of his finger into me, running it around the muscle.
“Don’t make me,” I beg him. Putting words to it will only make my humiliation complete.
“Words, Maxine. Because you were a very bad girl today. If you want pleasure after I’ve had to punish you, you need to tell me what you want. You have to ask.”
I’m going to die. But it will be a worse death if he doesn’t help put out the fire he’s created inside me.
“Please, Lev.”
He slides his free hand into my hair, fisting it again and pulling my head back.
“Tell me that you’ve been a bad girl, you’re sorry, and you want me to fuck your pussy with my fingers. Say that, and you’ll get everything you need.”
I can’t.
I won’t.
It would be too much.
When I’m still quiet, he scoops his arms beneath me.
In one motion, he gets to his feet, lifting me along with him and spinning me to face the bed.
I’m tossed back onto the bed, this time on my stomach.
Before I have time to react, to turn over, his big hands are beneath me again, flipping me over onto my back.
It’s a miracle my glasses don’t fly off.
“You can’t manhandle me like that.” My mouth dries as he climbs onto the bed with me, shoving my legs apart and kneeling between them.
On instinct, I tug at my shirt, trying to cover myself with it. He notices what I’m doing, and his eyes get darker. Like a storm that was brewing on the horizon blowing fully in, thunderbolts and everything.
He shoves my arms to my sides, pinning them down to the mattress while he hovers over my face. His nostrils flare—a bull ready to take on the toreador.
“Never cover yourself. I want to see all of you, every bit of you.” His voice low, gravely. “Now, tell me what I want to hear.”
My tongue isn’t working. I can’t give him what he wants.
“Tell me you’ve been bad, but you’re sorry. Ask me to fuck your pussy with my fingers.” He pauses long enough for the devil to pull his lips up at the sides. “Ask me to lick your pussy until you come unglued for me.”
I’m supposed to hate this man. I’d promised myself to hate him. His arrogance. His uncivilized way of exuding authority when he had no right to.
But this twisted smile he has, this little light shining in the dark clouds of his gaze, it has me wanting to give him everything he just ordered.
Because my body wants all the things he offered.
And more.
“Maxine.” My name is a warning.
“I can’t.” I whisper up at him. “I can’t say it.”
“You can.” He nods; the arrogance slipping a little. “You want this, I can see it in your eyes. You want me to make you feel good. Because you haven’t felt good, you haven’t felt taken care of in forever, and you want it. You need it.”
Fuck him. How can he know all of that simply by looking into my eyes.
“All you have to do is say the words.” He releases one of my arms and slides his hand between my thighs.
The tips of his fingers play at the edge of my pussy. “Just give over, Maxine. Let me make you feel good.”
I swallow, maybe it’s my pride, or my fear, I’m not sure, but a bit of bravery comes forward.