Blyssful Lies (The Blyss Trilogy 2)

“Travis, Travis, stop...” My plea comes out as labored rasps between kisses.

“Shhh ...shush, babe...later,” he says huskily, and then gives me hot, open-mouthed kisses. “Just surrender to me.” He’s too overcome by his own lust to be able to stop and ignores my cardinal rule. When a woman says stop, a man should stop. He just ran a big, fat red light, pissing me off.

He’s totally dismissed me and has decided to run roughshod over me, blatantly taking what he wants. I’m just a mere captive to him, a sex slave. Warning sirens go off in my head. He’s just another man fueled by a tank full of testosterone, who only wants one thing: entrance into my body. He’s going to use me for his own sick pleasures and pillage me, like Nick did. He may even have plans to sell me after he gets his fill, and then keep the money for himself. Maybe that’s why he stole you, Jules.

Sickening thoughts twist around in my head, and I start to physically shut down. He’s too powerful for me to stop, so if he wants a fuck, he can have a dead fuck. I shut my eyes and let my body fall limp; mentally and physically, I shut down into nothingness.

Travis immediately notices my complacency, and in the blink of an eye, we’ve changed positions. I’m now on top of him as he forces my legs to straddle his. His hands firmly dig into my hips as he places my pussy over his erection. His grip hurts, and I whimper in response. His soft eyes have now turned hard as he glares at me with penetrating anger. His jaw clenches and he scowls. Yeah, he’s definitely pissed off.

“No, babe, you’re not shutting down on me. You are to never, and I mean fucking never, do that shit,” he demands, narrowing his eyes as he speaks through gritted teeth. “I’m not gonna take you like that, not against your will, ever.” His chest heaves as he practically shouts, “You hear me?” I’m taken aback and shocked. He’s using that same tone with me as before, but now he wants me to be myself and tell him no? Since when do I get a say on whether or not I want sex?

He’s quiet as he gives me a moment to let his words sink in. Then the cocky bastard turns his emotions around on a dime. Tilting his head to the side, his lips lift in a sexy smirk, confident and all-knowing, and his voice is sultry as he asks, “You do realize you want me, right? I know your body, and I know what every moan and tremor means. It screams you want to fuck me.” His hands guide my hips, slowly rocking them back and forth over his hard cock and I moan.

“You can’t deny this attraction between us. Hell, your panties are so wet you’ve soaked my lap, and that’s so fuckin’ sexy.” His nostrils flare as he threads his fingers through my hair and slowly, gently coaxes me to bend down to his delectable lips. “Let go and give yourself up to whatever this is. I’m giving you the control here, baby,” he says in a heated whisper.

I let him pull me down, and then he stops a hair’s breadth away from my lips. He lets go of me and waits for me to close the distance. I can see in his eyes he’s silently willing me to take the final step in giving him my consent, to surrender my body willfully to his. Seductively, he rocks his hips with barely perceptible movements against my thin fabric as his erection is positioned perfectly, pressing strategically against my opening.

His eyes softly plead with mine as he’s no longer playing Mr. Arrogant. He tucks a few strands of stray hair behind my ear lovingly as he whispers, “Open up to me, please. Don’t shut me out.” He shakes his head, desperation lacing his deep voice. “It kills me to see you shut down; I can’t take that, baby. We both have wanted each other for far too long. You know it’s true. You can’t tell me you don’t want this. Please...” he pleads.

I close my eyes and take a moment to think. He’s right; there were times I literally begged him to take me, and for whatever reason, he valiantly decided against it. This is going to happen sooner or later, whether I want it to or not. There are drugs in my system working against my mind, and that’s a fact that can’t be denied either. Perhaps if I do give in now, maybe with time, he will eventually let his guard down enough for me to make my move and escape. At least he will be easier to deal with than Nick.