Chapter 9
THE PERFECT SPOT
NIA
Luke stares up at me and I don’t know what to make of his expression.
His blue eyes are full of emotion and I can’t discern a single one of them.
His irises are a jumbled mess of hot and cold, fire and ice.
There’s too much color in his sapphire irises and yet they’re so pale there’s almost no tint to them.
He’s adrift on uncertain tides and I don’t like the vague fog creeping in on me. I’ve got no idea where this is heading and no control over the current carrying me away.
I don’t like him.
I don’t. I don’t.
I don’t like him. Not at all.
Except there’s something about the way he stares at me that makes me want to save him. He almost looks innocent. It’s hard to believe and my head screams at me to reject the foolish notion, but Luke looks like a child who’s so damn lost he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
We drift and seconds turn to minutes, and they morph into something longer. I don’t know how long I lie on him, but it’s too long. Far too long for it to be uncomfortable and my head screams I have to get away from him before it’s too late.
“I won’t do it.”
His teeth grind and he turns his head away, looking out the window onto the landscape that’s far too big.
The wind rustles through the grass and trees and the rain hammers on the glass, and his brow furrows.
The storm clouds outside aren’t the only ones gathering and I wait, but he stays silent, letting the rain crash onto the pane keeping the gale at bay.
“I said I won’t do it.”
Luke’s head snaps back to me. “I heard you.”
I sit up and he doesn’t stop me but his hands drop to my hips. Their grip is firm and it’s a subtle warning that anything more than this won’t be tolerated. Anything other than this would be unacceptable.
And I like the pressure. It’s secure and strangely comforting. The man holds me and I don’t want to escape. I don’t even want to try. It’s an act of betrayal and I loathe my body for giving into the warm, strong hands that fix me in place and make me feel like I belong.
“You will.”
I shake my head and his tilts, questioning.
“You don’t have a choice, Nia.” His fingers press a little harder and the bite of pain is not unpleasant. “You’re mine. The only choice you have is whether you accept it or not.”
I shake my head.
“It’s a pity,” he says, and his thumbs move towards my center. “You’ll suffer if you don’t, sweetheart.” They stroke my stomach and a pulse of heat flashes through my core. “I can give you pain if that’s what you enjoy, Nia, but it’ll be a shame to see you take no pleasure from it.”
I toss my head and he smirks.
“Is that your kink, Nia? Are you a slut for pain?”
I’m not. I’m fucking not.
I try to convince myself that the thought of it isn’t making my clit throb in a way I haven’t felt before.
I fail miserably and Luke’s thumbs press in a little more, making me even more hot and bothered.
I want to move to ease the ache, except the asshole underneath me would guess the reason for my discomfort.
He's such a cunt and I stiffen, caught in a predicament that only makes me more excited.
“I can give you pain, if it turns you on, Nia.”
My head turns and I stare at the window, watching the water streaming down it. The distraction isn’t working and the rain isn’t helping me cool. Not when Luke’s stoking something that’s burning far too hot to handle.
“This will be as unpleasant and as painful as you want it to be, sweetheart. This only has to hurt as much as you want it to.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“And you’re turned on,” he says, his eyes no longer pale.
“You’re so aroused I can smell your wet cunt from here.
Don’t bother denying it, Nia. Your clit’s pulsing against me and your cheeks are just as flushed.
” He licks his lips. “You’re so aroused you’d let me fuck you now.
Admit it, Nia. You want my cock in your cunt so fucking badly that it hurts. ”
I push my knees onto the sofa and try to lift up, and Luke yanks me back down onto him.
“There’s no point playing hard to get, Nia.”
“Fuck you.”
“I’ll take that as an offer.”
Luke surges forward and his lips crash into mine. I try to pull back but he simply follows me, keeping our mouths pressed together as his tongue slips into mine. My fingers dig into his chest and I push him back, and he growls, using his weight to keep me under him.
“Give in,” he growls into my mouth.
“Fuck off,” I mumble back, unable to form words clearly as his tongue plays with mine.
He pulls back, biting my lip before he breaks our kiss.
“Such a tease.” His lips kiss mine roughly and mine move with him like the treacherous things they are. “Your mouth will look so pretty wrapped around my cock.”
I’m too shocked to know what to do and my lungs suck a deep breath in, appalled by his words and the polluted air they’re inhaling. But my core heats again and my clit burns even hotter. Worse, my pussy clenches, practically begging for his attention.
I shouldn’t like this. I shouldn’t like him at all.
He’s disgusting and the things he says are vile. They’re despicable, and they ought to be repulsive. They shouldn’t make me feel anything other than nausea and instead, they’re making me hot and bothered and more aroused than I’ve ever been.
I know I shouldn’t like this.
But my body’s decided otherwise. It’s impossible to deny how damn excited I am and every rough, illicit touch and every filthy word of his only makes me more aroused.
I’m desperate for him to give me more, silently begging for him to take this further.
My body’s betrayed me and I’ve lost my goddamn mind to need and want and desire.
Luke knows.
There’s no hiding my arousal from a man who’s got this much experience. I bet he’s fucked hundreds of women and now my pussy’s practically offering itself up to his cock.
Goddess, this is mortifying.
“Stop fighting me, Nia.”
Luke’s lips claim mine again and his tongue takes control, leaving mine with no choice but to obey. I’m struggling to keep up with him and when his hips sink into mine I moan and try to push him back again. He growls and deepens his kiss and rubs against me.
It’s degrading.
It’s exciting.
His hands hold my arms down and I push my chest up, suddenly aware I’m thrusting my breasts into his chest. Luke moves against me and I’m sure he’s grinding his cock against me, using me to relieve whatever ache he’s feeling.
Luke grabs my knee and pulls it up sharply and I shriek, flapping my hand wildly now it’s free. My fingers curl and I pull his hair, frantically trying to tug him until he lets up, and when that fails I scratch my nails down his neck.
I moan when his hips sink between my legs and his cock presses against my clit.
It’s a pulse of arousal and excitement that fills me with relief—and need.
I want more. I crave more. I’m going to die if I don’t get more and the asshole grunts, well aware of my response.
His hips rock and his cock rubs against me and we groan in unison, his tongue so far down my throat I can’t do much more.
He breaks away and his mouth moves to my neck. I arch my back and claw again, panicking as his teeth scrape over my skin.
“Behave,” he growls, grabbing my hand and yanking it down, trapping it between us. “I’m not marking you.”
Luke sucks and nips my neck and pleasure shoots through me. He’s playing right over the perfect spot and I hate him for making me feel this good. It’s perfection and my spine curves as my toes curl, and I’m unable to control the noises coming from my mouth.
“What are you doing?” I’m half-moaning, half-sighing, and completely lost in pleasure.
His laughter tickles against my skin and his hands release mine. They move over me, exploring my body and it doesn’t feel wrong. It’s good and the sensations coursing over my surface and through my core are impossible to ignore.
“Teaching you a lesson, sweetheart.”
“In what?”
His erection digs into me and he’s hard. Really hard. And big. I’ve never felt one before but it’s unmistakable and it’s imposing. Almost threatening.
“In learning your fucking place.”
Luke’s hands grip my waist and his body slides down mine.
His head lifts and his eyes meet mine, and they’re not normal.
They’re shimmering and the mischief in them sets me alight.
He’s staring at me like he can’t bring himself to take his eyes off me, like there’s nothing more he wants and this is all he ever needs.
Like I’m all he’ll ever need. It’s as if I’m so spectacular that I’ve dazzled Luke and he’s lost in the same madness sweeping through me.
The one that makes me want more of whatever it is he’s giving me.
His fingers pull at my trousers and I scream, writhing as he yanks them down.
“I don’t want this, Luke.”
“You fucking want this, Nia, and you’re damn well going to take it.”
I thrash and his hand lands hard, smacking my thigh and the slap is an explosion that brings a frantic, disturbed quiet. I stare at Luke and he stares at me, both of us eyeing each other like we’re about to wage a war. He’s waiting for me to make the first move and I don’t know what to do.
I want this but I don’t.
I like this even though I don’t want to.
I don’t want this to end even though I damn well should.
“Fucking behave.”
He pulls my clothes down and I shake my head frantically, kicking and trying to scramble out from under him. Luke hushes me and I plead with him to stop. He hushes me again and I watch his head lower, strangely calm and aroused when his mouth starts to kiss my stomach.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Nia.” He bites and the burn is a spark of heat that lets a cool, calm wash over me. “Not with my cock. But you’ll beg for it by the time I’m done with you, sweetheart.”