Chapter 17
seventeen
ROSE
The limo door slams behind me, and my heart jumps into my throat. Knowing Dare will soon close in, I quicken my pace and race up the steps. I reach the top in record time, breath shuddering, and frown at the doorknob. The stupid biometric lock slows me down long enough for Dare to come up behind me, his overwhelming form crowding my body. There’s a storm brewing between us. His presence charges the atmosphere until I’m unstable, unable to breathe or think about anything but how close he is and how desperately I want him.
Dare’s hands rest on either side of the door, and he presses his erection into my ass. “Are you running from me?”
“No,” I lie.
His answering chuckle is full of cocky arrogance. “Put your finger on the pad.”
God, I love that commanding tone, but I have to keep that to myself. If I’m not careful, soon enough, Dare will know my every weakness.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I snap.
He growls and grabs my hand, pressing my thumb onto the pad. The lock flashes green. When the hell did he fingerprint me? I’m about to ask him that very question, but Dare opens the door.
I rush inside, and he follows just as quickly, snapping the door closed. My hand on my hip, I scowl at him. “You have some nerve.”
He takes a step toward me. “You have a pretty mouth.”
My lips part. “What?”
He steps again. Narrowing my eyes, I move back. His lips twitch and he prowls forward. I stumble into the wall, my ankles tipping in the heels. Dare’s hands find my hips, steadying me. As his touch burns through the fabric of the dress, my gaze flies to meet his.
Slowly, as if giving me time to object, Dare grabs both of my wrists and draws them up, securing them to the wall with one large hand. My heaving chest presses into his body. Dare grazes the fingers of his free hand down my body and around my back, pushing my middle against his. I suck in a sharp breath when I feel his thick length. He’s so big.
He holds my gaze, picking me apart piece by piece until he finds the truth he’s looking for.
I want him so much it hurts.
“Tell me to stop,” he says. “I’ll respect your decision.”
The strange thing is, I trust him in this, and I don’t want him to stop.
His eyes darken and the hand at my back moves to my waist, shoving the dress up until it rests above my hips. Dare tugs the top down and exposes my breasts. My nipples are hard, desperate for his attention, and a pleased sound rumbles in the back of his throat.
“Dare,” I whisper, not really sure what I planned to say, but then his lips descend on my tits, and all I can do is murmur his name again as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, pulling hard.
His hand slips between my legs, finding me soaked from his earlier teasing, and pushes two fingers inside of me. As I arch into him, his groan rumbles over my skin. He pulls off my boob with a pop and kisses up my chest, swirls his tongue over my throat, brushes his lips over the column of my neck until my lips rest near his ear. That wicked thumb traces over my pulsing clit.
I was so close to the edge in the car, it doesn’t take long for a moan to lodge in my throat, begging to be set free. But I don’t want to give him that power. I can’t.
“Let me hear it, princess.”
“No,” I say, gasping when he presses on my G-spot and clit at the same time. I writhe against him, desperate for more, but I’ll die before I beg him.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks, smoothing the pad of his finger over the bundle of nerves.
“Yes,” I practically moan.
“Clean?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because I want you bare.” He slips his fingers out of me and undoes his pants, shoving them down far enough to free his cock. “You’re going to feel me, and I’m going to feel you.”
I try not to read into the words, that maybe he’s talking about more than sex.
“Is that what you want? ”
My gaze drops. Thick. Veined. Long enough to push me to my limits but not enough to really hurt. I swallow, and my eyes flick to meet Dare’s, catching him staring at me with a guarded expression. Something constricts in my chest, the moment becoming too real.
“Stage fright?” I taunt, needing his annoyance.
The hand around my wrist flexes and his lips twitch. “One of these days, that sassy mouth is going to wrap around my cock, but for now”—he shifts closer, lining the head of his shaft with my center—”I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”
“You can try.”
He reaches down and hooks one of my legs on his arm, opening me, then with one vicious thrust, he sheathes himself fully inside of me. The stretch is delicious and my walls flutter around his length. A cry claws at my throat, but I keep my lips clamped shut, denying him. Dare’s hips pull back and he drives into me again, knocking my back against the wall.
Pleasure ricochets through me.
But he can’t know that.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
His eyes narrow. “Not even close, princess.” And before I can regret my words, Dare pounds into me, his pace hard and punishing, hips slamming into mine over and over, forcing the air from my lungs, stealing my next taunt from my lips until all I can do is hold his gaze and fight the moans building in my chest.
Dare must see my resistance, because he growls and pulls out of me, spinning me and pressing me flat against the foyer table. Cool wood greets my nipples, and whatever was on the table tumbles to the floor. Dare doesn’t care. He lightly kicks my ankles, spreading my legs and sliding into me once more.
My fingers grasp at the edge of the table, and I arch my hips, giving him better access.
“That’s it, princess. You like it when I fuck you, don’t you?”
“No,” I moan.
“Liar,” he snarls, fingers diving into my hair and wrenching my head back. “I can feel your cunt pulsing around me, begging for me.” He rears back and slams into me, the tip of his cock crashing into my G-spot.
The table creaks beneath us.
My fingers tighten until my knuckles turn white. “I hate you,” I say, needing something to cling to.
His chuckle brushes down my spine. “We’ll see about that.” And then Dare does everything in his power to destroy me. The girth of his cock stretches me, each thrust hitting deeper than the last. The hand in my hair loosens, allowing me to relax, but then he drives into me harder and faster, the other hand slipping around to flick my clit.
A tiny whimper slips out of my lips.
Dare laughs, but it’s a dark, pleased sound. “That’s what I thought,” he whispers, driving deep and holding himself there, grinding, brushing over the spot deep inside of me. His length pulses. His thumb teases. His fingers tug on my hair. His hips pull back an inch and he thrusts.
My toes struggle to find purchase on the marble as I tiptoe to tilt my hips, aching and needy and desperate for more.
“When you come, you’ll scream my name,” the bastard demands.
“Never.”
He laughs, and his thumb leaves my clit so he can crack his palm across my ass. Pain shoots up my spine, chased by the tingle of pleasure he’s offering. I gasp and clamp around his length, drenching his shaft. I press my forehead into the table and bite my cheek to keep from moaning in approval. Dare takes that as a challenge, increasing his tempo, deepening his thrusts, smacking my ass hard enough that a tiny sound slips out of my lips.
“You’re squeezing me so tight,” he rasps. “So fucking perfect.”
And something about those words undoes me. Or maybe it’s his thumb that returns to my clit and coaxes me toward an orgasm. Dare fucks me like no one ever has, drives me to the edge of insanity, taking me higher and higher, giving me more and more and more until my lips part and a heavy moan spills from my chest.
Dare buries himself deep inside of me, and everything stops right before I can come. “Say it, Rose.”
I growl.
He pinches my clit.
Electricity zaps through me, overpowering. Unyielding. The riot of sensations is too much. I’m so close, and he has all the power to deny me what I so desperately crave. Giving in to this little request won’t change anything. I’ll tell him what he wants to hear, if that means I get to come.
“Dare.” His name falls from my lips with a whimper.
“Good girl,” he praises, then slams into me, tweaking and teasing and caressing my clit until stars dot my vision and there’s no stopping my moans. He tugs on my hair, and as if that triggers it, my orgasm slams into me so hard, I scream Dare’s name, just as he predicted, and he growls in approval.
“So. Fucking. Wet.” Dare’s hips slap against mine. A strangled sound catches in his throat, and he buries himself inside of me, hot threads of cum coating my walls. As the warmth hits my G-spot, I moan again, rolling my hips, squeezing his shaft, begging for more.
Dare’s fingers slip from my hair and stroke down my back until both of his hands hold my hips in place. “Again,” he demands, and this time, I don’t protest.