Saving Dallas (Saving Dallas 1)

“Do you want to know why I left?” My voice had risen and my body was shuddering with rage. “I’ll tell you why, because you drag me to this fucking bar in the middle of no fucking where then leave me at the mercy of some fucking body else why you hug and kiss every bitch that walks through the door. Then,” I said quickly as if he might interrupt, even though he was propped against the door looking slightly amused and not giving a single impression that he was about to cut me off, “You made me feel like shit, because you wouldn’t even introduce me to your friends or co-workers or whatever the fuck they are and I talk to one guy, one fucking guy, whom I haven’t seen in years and you drag me out of the building like I am a fucking rag doll, push me up against the wall, close me in and cuss at me, not even giving me the chance to speak. What the fuck was I supposed to do huh? Walk back inside so I could look like a complete fool in front of everyone? No fucking thank-you. If you think for one minute I am gonna let you tell me what to do then you are fucked up in the head, you egotistical, self- centered son of a bitch.” I sucked a big breath in and stood there panting, staring at him. He stared back at me with a small smile on his face and his eyebrows lifted as if he was impressed.

“You finished?” he asked. He would have been better off spitting in my face. I hated fighting with someone who refused to fight back. What was the point of an argument if he was just going to stand there and stare at me?

“You damn right I’m finished.” I pushed passed him and made my way back into his room, scooping my clothes up off the floor.

“Dallas, just calm down,” he said exasperated.

“Calm down?” I was in his face now and his look had suddenly changed from that of amusement to a clear warning for me to shut up. Finally, I was getting a reaction. “Don’t you fucking tell me to calm down. You started this shit!” I said putting my finger in his chest. His breathing had become heavier and he was losing his composure. Well, bring it on LLC.

“Hush, Dallas. That’s enough,” he said, struggling to stay calm. I knew I shouldn’t push him too far but of course, I let my mouth overload my ass.

“Fuck you!” I screamed. That was the wrong thing to say. He grabbed my hands and roughly pushed me on the bed.

“Fuck you? I don’t mind if I do. Let’s see how smart your mouth is when I’m finished with you.” Without another word of warning his shorts were off and he was coming towards me. I was filled with excitement and nervousness all in one. He was mad, but I had seen him madder and he didn’t hurt me then. My instincts kicked in and I scrambled to try and crawl off the opposite side of the bed, but he grabbed my ankles and pulled me back to him. I was on all fours and frantically trying to escape his tight grasp. He wasn’t holding me hard enough to hurt me, but firm enough so that I couldn’t get away. The cat and mouse game had me soaking wet. I was so horny, but if he wanted it, he was going to have to work for it. A harsh slap landed across my ass and was immediately followed by another one that hurt equally as bad. I cried out from the pain, but was so turned on by it that the feeling quickly faded.

“Stop it!” Luke yelled at me. He now had a firm hand on my waist and had managed to wrap his other hand in my hair, holding my head back and making me stay in place. My breasts rose and fell with the harshness of my breathing. I felt Luke lean across my back and he put his mouth close to my ear. “I am going to fuck you until you beg me to stop, and even then, I’m going to keep driving into you until I think you have learned your lesson.” My response was a strangled moan, full of passion and wanting. “I know you want this, so I’m not going to give you an option of saying no.” His voice was low and deep. The coldness in it sent a shiver down my spine. “If it becomes too much, just lift your arm and I’ll stop. Do you understand?” I tried to nod my head, but I couldn’t move it. “When I ask you something you will answer me with words. Do you understand?”