Chapter 9 #3
Her hand reached up to brush fallen strands of his long jet-black hair from his forehead and cheeks.
There was something in the expression she wore – a sensual sweep over his face, an almost enthusiastic gaze as she drank him in.
He refused to believe she was doing this for anything more than deceiving him.
His sight moved to her chest as though he was drawn to it, only to find her nipples had visibly hardened against the thin material barely clothing them.
Was she actually becoming aroused?
No, she was just trying to dupe him. He wouldn’t fall prey to her again, wouldn’t be swayed by this woman who was obviously, and outrageously, teasing him. She wasn’t even trying to hide it.
“Alister.”
His gaze shot up, realising he’d been caught trying to find those rosy peaks if he looked hard enough inside her shirt.
She leaned her body forward, her free hand coming to rest on his forearm while her other caressed his cheek, sifting her fingers through his long stubble.
“Surely there is something I can do to get you to help me.”
Her lips found the side of his neck before she suggestively stroked the tip of her tongue across his jaw.
Alister grabbed her thigh and tipped her forward, forcing her to fall back as her arse found his lap, and she gave a small yelp of surprise.
Her legs were spread around his torso, the back of her thighs on the arms of the chair. Her upper back leaned against the edge of the table as he forced her down and away from him.
He placed his forearm across her stomach while he bounced the pistol against the corner of her jaw.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, lass.”
His lips thinned into agitated lines – not because he was irritated, but because she was toying with him. He’d grown an erection long before she’d started playing this game.
Alister knew he shouldn’t cave to his desire.
He was angry at his own body for not staying in control, and the moment he gave that away, she would use the knowledge to manipulate him. He realised he’d only made it worse by having her closer to him, sitting on his lap.
“There is nothing you can say or do to convince me otherwise.” Alister knew it was the truth. “Give up.”
“Nothing?” She started to sit up and he let her, hoping she’d get off him now that her antics had failed.
“Aye, nothing. So don’t start something you won’t want to finish.”
The way she sat up and stared at his face, only a few inches between them, was enough to derail him. He refused to show it, even when she subtly licked at the seam of her lips.
If she rolled her hips any further forward, he knew she’d feel his erection press against her in those thin tights. He just hoped she didn’t.
“I’m a stubborn man. You won’t win.” Not like this, not in this situation. Rosetta could offer him anything and he’d still say no. “I suggest trying to come up with a far superior incentive than whatever it is you currently think will work.”
She didn’t falter. Her lips curled into a small, provocative smile – a defiant one. He wanted nothing more than to remove it with his own mouth.
Then she grabbed the sides of his head and crashed her lips against his, tilting her body forward and sitting against his hardened cock.
Alister curled his arm around her shoulder and gripped it, pulling her back to separate them.
“What do you think you’re–”
She cut him off by yanking his face towards her and kissing him a second time. With gritted teeth, he grabbed her nape with his large hand and pulled her back.
“Oi, lass. It isn’t going to work!”
Once again, Rosetta shot her head forward and crashed her lips to his. She giggled against them, making his shaft twitch, then rolled her hips into him as best as she could with how her legs stretched on the armrests. That stroke was enough to pain him.
Screw it. She may not be giving him what he needed, but damnit if he didn’t take what he wanted. He’d been wanting to fuck the absolute hell out of her since she’d pushed him off his own warship and sailed away with it.
She was offering, and Alister was going to show her why she should have heeded his warning. He picked her up, still holding the pistol while getting to his feet. With his free hand, he pushed everything within his reach from the table.
He slammed her back against it with force.
She let out a gasp of surprise at how hard he’d slammed her down, giving him the perfect chance to slip his tongue between her lips. He forcibly licked the inside of her mouth, feeling her tongue slip against his.
For the first time, Alister kissed this treacherous woman back, and he did so with gusto.
He rubbed his cock between her legs, showing her exactly where this was going to go now. Just to make sure she understood, he slipped his hand under her arse, lifting her to grind his hips harder against hers.
Her mouth tasted like a mix of food, rum, and sweet woman. He devoured the taste of her, the feel of her lips, with rough, demanding, and forceful kisses.
Alister was surprised by the small mewl she gave when he tilted his head and deepened the kiss further. She even reached one of her hands up to tangle it in the loose half of his long hair, pulling him in like she wanted him as he worked on the ties of her black tights.
I’m going to make her regret this. Alister was set on breaking her. He was going to rail her body, and he wanted her to absolutely hate herself with how much she enjoyed it. Because right then, he was a tangled mess of emotions, and it was all her fault.
Instead of killing her, he was near desperate to feel her glove his cock.
Instead of punishing her, he wanted to take her, then have her pining for him when he was done with her.
Instead of hating her for her devious, tricky, dishonest nature, he desired her for it.
He needed to see how she’d unfold at the mercy of his hips – and he was unwilling to be benevolent.
“I told you not to start this game with me,” he growled out as he broke the kiss.
He leaned his head to the side and drew his tongue across the fast-beating pulse of her throat.
She tasted of sweat and salt, and he sucked on her pulse point, taking more of her in.
“Now you can’t be upset when I play it.”
He wouldn’t let her get away. She better fucking want it.
She gave a rolling, quivering breath when he pushed his hand into her tights and palmed down her flat stomach, feeling it dip under his palm. His middle finger slipped between her folds as he cupped her between her legs.
She’s wet. Her pussy was slicker than he thought it’d be. He angled his head down, like he’d be able to see despite their bodies being meshed together.
Could it be she actually wants to fuck me? Could it be more than just using her body to get her way and to deceive him? He doubted he’d ever find out the truth from a liar like her.
He circled his fingertip over her clit as she rolled her hips against him. He realised she wanted him to go lower. It was almost like she was impatient when he was just trying to be courteous.
The tip of his finger found a deep pool of wetness when he reached her entrance, and he pushed inside. He stopped when she’d taken him all the way to the thick, ruby-set, golden ring on his middle finger.
He felt her tense around the intrusion and his brows creased together as he explored the deepest part of her.
“You’re surprisingly small.”
He hadn’t expected her to feel so snug around just a single finger. Then again, he was much larger than her. He could clasp both of her tiny hands in just one of his own.
She gave a little moan when he rubbed her core, moving his finger in and out. Her breaths even seemed to come out shorter, almost like pants.
Even so, she turned her head, and he leaned back just a little to see her glaring in his direction.
“I don’t screw my crew” – Well, isn’t that a relief – “asshole.”
Just as he was about to add a second finger, Alister grunted when something sharp lanced his shoulder. He was thankful the pointer finger on his other hand hadn’t been holding the trigger of the gun when his body tensed. He probably would have put a hole in her head and killed her in an instant.
His nose crinkled, and he gritted his teeth as he ripped his hand from her tights and flipped her over so her front was against the table. He held her down with the hand holding the pistol.
Alister yanked the eating knife from his shoulder and threw it to the ground. Blood splattered around it on the floor, and he could tell he was bleeding into his white tunic.
“You should have gone for the throat.” He wasn’t sure why she didn’t. “I was trying to prepare you, but I don’t think I give a shit anymore.”
He curled his fingers around the waist of her tights and tore them down her body until they were around her knees. He expected her to kick her legs in protest, but she ground her bare backside against his cock.
“I haven’t agreed to anything.” Despite her words, she ground her arse against him again, like she wanted to spur him on.
She really didn’t need to. He was hard, horny, and more than prepared to slam inside her. He worked on undoing the buttons of his breeches with one hand as he held her down with the other.
“Ah, but you haven’t said nay,” he said with a hint of humour. He didn’t think she was going to either.
Whatever game she was playing, it was obvious she was playing it to the very end. Alister didn’t give a shit, as long as it gave him sweet release from whatever torture this was.
He grasped one of the generous curves of her backside and used his thumb to pry her pink lips apart, opening her entrance to his gaze, giving him a little peek inside her channel as he lined up his cock.
He couldn’t help licking the seam of his lips as he pressed the broad head against her moist little opening. Her wetness instantly spread over his tip as he pushed inside, just enough to taunt her.