Chapter 9 #2
I stare at him. “Yes, but not a bad one. She was a happy drunk,” I defend. I can't believe he just came right out and said that about her. He didn't know her! He'd never been there when she'd send me off to sleep with gentle head pats and her warm hand on my back.
When he’s done, he places the empty bottles back in the box beside me on the counter. We kind of stand there awkwardly for a second. He opens his mouth to say something and then stops.
He hands me some tea bags and the sugar container. Strange, I have never seen him drink tea before. I reach for a cup and put the kettle on to prepare it when he puts a hand over my hand. “What?” I snap, harsher than I intend.
“Too much caffeine will keep you up at night. This kind of tea will help you naturally prepare for rest.” His hands gently run up and down my sides before getting to my hips. He growls, his eyes grow ever darker. I stare up at him. I haven't heard that, right?
I turn around, trying to ignore the strangeness. But his hands don't leave my body. They travel back up my sides, curving around my breasts. He shudders and my breath hitches. My hands shake with the cup still in them. Is this another punishment?
“Tobias,” his name is thick in my throat. His grip tightens and I can't help the moan that slips past my lips. “About Theo.” I don't get a chance to finish my thoughts. Tobias's hands brush my hair away from my shoulders. His lips caress my neck and my eyes flutter at his warmth.
His hand slides up from my breast to my lips as he pushes his finger into my mouth, the tip brushing over my teeth.
I open my mouth to ask him what he’s doing when he nips at my skin, blunt teeth dragging over my pulse.
His finger softly thrusts in and out of my mouth and a familiar ache throbs between my legs.
Tobias pushes me into the counter, my hips dig into it painfully. “Tobias, stop. Theo…” I try to speak again to stop this before it spirals out of control.
Tobias cuts me off. He slips his hand free from my lips and spins me around, settling me on top of the counter.
“Stop talking about Theo,” he growls. “Right now you're just mine.
Besides, I know he doesn't mind.” He doesn't give me a chance to soak in any of this.
He kisses me hard, devouring my mouth with a fire that contrasts greatly with Theo's chill. There’s nothing gentle about Tobias, instead of our tongues dancing, he forces me to submit.
His hands move from my hips to beneath my dress, cupping my breasts and squeezing them hard.
I can't pinpoint when the break happens. But I’m tired.
If my bosses want to throw themselves at me to fulfill my fantasies, what’s the point of stopping them?
I bury my hands in his hair, pulling him closer to me and his teeth and tongue and lips praise me.
His hot lips trail to my chin and then down to my neck.
This is wrong on so many levels. But it'd be nuts to hold back, though. They are giving me a glimpse of pleasure beyond my fantasies.
Tobias's hands trail down my legs before he finds the hem of my dress and pushes it back up. Pushes is too gentle of a term - he jerks it up my hips and a gasp escapes me. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him all the way against me. He’s rock-hard, his erection threatens to split his pants to get at me.
He lifts me off the counter, his hands cradling my ass.
I kiss his neck, biting and sucking on it.
He groans beneath my touch and fire blazes through me.
He slams me against the bedroom door, a reminder of who’s in charge.
His hips grind against me while his lips assault mine again, swallowing every moan or groan that escapes me.
He adjusts so just one hand holds me upright, and with the other he rips my dress from the top to the bottom.
His lips descend to my breasts, nipping and biting as the skin is exposed.
He licks at the mark Theo left, gentle on that spot, but his teeth graze everywhere else.
I’m on the edge, worried he'll bite me but also excited.
I reach behind us, fumbling for the handle. It takes a few moments before my clumsy efforts pay off and it swings open. Tobias slips his other hand beneath me for support again so I don't fall. But he only holds me close for one more soul-burning kiss before he tosses me onto the bed.
I sit up, my hair spills over my shoulders, panting at him. This man doesn't resemble my cold boss at all. He’s a predator, and I’m his prey. He’s so beautiful, it makes me ache, but the danger in him sets my senses on fire. Everything inside shouts for me to run, almost everything.
He undoes his belt and a knot forms in my stomach, my eyes glued to his body.
His pants fall to the floor. I want to wince at how many wrinkles will be caused but I can't focus.
His black boxer shorts do little to hide him from me.
His erection presses against the tight fabric, threatening to rip it apart.
I never would have imagined Tobias is so huge.
Will this really work out? I don't know if I want it anywhere near me.
Tobias's gaze dips down to where I stare, and he smirks. He climbs onto the bed, between my legs. He wraps his hand around the back of my neck, lifting me up for another soul-devouring kiss. He grinds his dick against my wetness, making me forget everything but him. Without letting me go, he slips his hand between us, caressing my pussy over the drenched fabric. He tugs at it, making it crawl even more into my body. I moan into his kiss. I’m lost to this man.
“Good girl,” he praises, pulling away from the kiss.
He grips my panties and rips them, the burn of them tearing stings my skin and he tosses them over his shoulder.
He pushes a finger inside me as his thumb circles my clit.
He watches my reaction as he pumps his finger in and out, using my own juices as lubricant.
His eyes shift from mine to watching my greedy body swallow him.
With another smirk, he pushes another finger inside.
I lose all ability to do anything but lose myself.
A building moan escapes me, and my head falls back against the pillows, my hips naturally rising and falling to meet his thrusts.
“Look at me, Imogen,” he snaps, voice like a whip. My eyes pop open at the command. His thumb circles faster, applying just the right amount of delicious pressure. I bite my lip, I’m on the edge of my orgasm.
He pulls away from me before I can be pushed over that edge.
I gasp at the emptiness and glare at him, prepared to join fight club if he leaves me like this.
He chuckles, eyes dark like a storm. He bends over me on the bed, lips bruise mine as he kisses me so hard it hurts.
He grabs both my hands in one of his, holding my arms above my head.
He reaches over the side of the bed, grabbing the belt from his pants and wraps it around my wrists, pulling it tight until I whimper.
I can't move, no matter how I wriggle. I gulp, shivering as I stare up at him.
He slips the lip over the poster on the headboard and he tugs it hard, satisfied I can't escape.
It hurts. I squirm, trying to get away. My bones grate against each other. I don't like being confined. My breaths come faster, and I bite my lip, the lust in me dying away. My heart races. “Tobias,” I plead.
He answers me with another painful kiss.
His tongue dominates me, leaving me breathless and unable to think.
His dark eyes stare down into mine. “Relax,” he scolds.
“I won't hurt you if you're a good girl. Let me indulge in you.” He reaches over, grabbing my scarf from my dresser drawer and pushing it into my mouth.
“All I want to hear from you are moans.”