Bared: A Dark Romance

“More like what?”

“Nothing really.”

“Tessa…”

I looked back at him and gave a big smile. A big fake smile to divert his questions. “Just getting used to the isolation and the wilderness is all.”

I was always good at pretending everything was all right when it wasn’t. And it wasn’t like things were bad. They weren’t. They were amazing. Maybe too amazing, and that was the problem. I was falling for Price like I had never fallen for anyone. Thank God he wanted me in his office practically twenty-four/seven because I couldn’t imagine being anywhere but with him. I loved watching him work. The way his brows furrowed together as his fingers tapped on the keys at an insanely fast speed always amazed me. I had never dated an intelligent man before, and Price was by far the smartest most sophisticated man I had ever met. And again, why would I even use the word ‘dated’ in thought. We weren’t dating… unless you counted this moment eating prime rib and drinking wine.

“Do you miss the television?” he asked.

“Not at all. I thought I would, but you keep me busy.”

He chuckled. “My other duties part of the job demands a lot.”

“It does,” I flirted back, drinking my wine as I looked over the table with hooded eyes.

“I plan to demand more. Darker and dirtier demands.”

“I hope you do.”

“You better hurry up and finish because I don’t know how long I can hold out.”

I giggled, feeling the wine reach my head but also from the overwhelming sense of happiness taking over. I was giddy in love… well… whatever it was I was feeling.

Price leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. In a low voice, he said, “I’m going to take you home, to my bed, and I’m going to fuck you hard. I’m going to fuck you until you scream out my name. Not cry. Not moan. Scream.”

Chapter Ten

Tessa

I snuggled up next to him the next morning after wine-infused sex that blew my mind as every time with Price did, wondering if I should seduce him and go for round two. I didn’t want to wake him… okay, I totally wanted to wake him. But would he be mad if I did?

My answer came when our lips met, a pull neither could resist any longer. Our hunger was never satiated. His heart beat against mine as he arranged my body closer. The single kiss had the power to forever bind. The kiss was the period to the sentence. One kiss spoke volumes of what was meant—a dictate of love and passion.

I wanted him.

I wanted him this very second… again.

Now.

Price sucked my breast, then moved to the other to give it equal attention. Lowering his hand to my mound, damp with fresh arousal, he dipped a finger to my clit and applied pressure as he roused an overwhelming longing that had me gasping for air. Moving from my clit, he pressed his fingers past my silky folds and pushed one, then two digits into my sex. I forced my hips up to drive them inside my pussy even deeper. They weren’t enough. I wanted to feel the small bite of pain as his cock stretched me as he claimed what was now his. I wanted to feel him so badly that the hunger changed who I was.

I was an animal.

I was a stalker in search of its victim.

I was a woman who needed to be fucked hard by her man. Her man who had been missing but now was found.

Not being able to hold back the fever that scorched me, I begged, “Please, Price. Please…”

“Please what?” he asked as he danced his fingers inside my core. “Say it, Tessa. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” I panted, desperately wanting to feel the orgasm that rested just beneath the surface, begging to be set free. But I needed Price’s cock to make that happen.

“Say it, Tessa. Say what you really feel.”

“Fuck me!” I blurted out as a moan followed my command. “I want you to fuck me hard, and make me remember the feeling between my legs for days. Make me sting. Make me hurt. Fuck! Fuck me!” I was absolutely desperate at this point as his fingers hit a spot inside my pussy that had me gyrating uncontrollably. I needed more! I needed him so badly that I could have lost my mind in wild thirst for more if he didn’t mount me and take me right then.

Merciful as he was, he did just as I needed. Feeling his weight on top of me, I was soon rewarded when his cock pressed up against my opening, and easily slid in with the aid of my wetness. Wrapping my legs around him, I held on in fear that I would cede complete control over to the lust.