“Let’s go,” I order, but don’t wait for her to move. Instead, I turn and start pulling her toward one of the bathrooms. She doesn’t even try to pull away again, just follows me like a lost puppy. I can’t help but wonder if she wants this. Did she provoke me on purpose?
Inside the room, I close the door behind us, turning the lock for good measure. The music is now muffled, but not drowned out by any means. I let go of her wrist, and she scurries back a little. I smirk. There is nowhere to run to now.
“I warned you, Harper. Warned you more than once.”
She looks up at me, her bottom lip slightly trembling, but her eyes filled with defiance and something else… excitement?
“You can’t do this.”
“Can’t do what?” I take a step toward her, and she takes a step back. I shake my head at her. “You can’t run from me. There is nowhere to go.”
She takes another step back, her thighs bump against the edge of the tub. Ensnared in my trap. She’ll be my next victim, willing or not.
“I’m not having sex with you in here.”
I cock my head to the side and examine her features, “Why? You want me to take you to a nice hotel? I think the bathroom is more fitting for your standards.” Anger returns to her face, and without warning, she slams both of her hands into my chest.
“You’re a fucking asshole. Let me out of here. I’m done playing your games.”
“You think this is a game?” I shove her arms away and grip her by the throat. I don’t squeeze enough to make it hard for her to breathe, but the threat is there. “I told you, I’ll put your mouth to better use, and I don’t make idle threats. You’ll do what I say because I tell you to. Because if you don’t, the consequences are going to be grave.”
There’s a defiance in her, it’s like a flower growing through concrete, more determined than ever to live in an environment that it doesn’t belong in.
“I won’t break for you,” she croaks, and all I can do is smile.
“Break? No, baby, you won’t just break, you will fucking shatter.” Releasing her throat, I grab onto one of her shoulders and guide her to the floor, none to gently.
As soon as she reaches the floor, I pop the button on my jeans and slide them down enough free my cock.
At the sight of my fully erect length, her eyes bulge. I wonder if the guy who took her the first time was as big as me? Probably not.
“What happened to you?” Her voice is nothing more than a whisper, but her question sparks a raging forest fire of anger inside of me.
“What happened to me?” I mock. My fingers dig into her shoulders as I hold her in place. She winces, but I ignore her pain. Maybe that’s what she needs to feel the same pain I felt. To feel as used as I did that day when I found out the truth about her.
“Open your mouth,” I order, “and if you bite me… it will be the last thing you do with your mouth.” A low whimper is the only sound that she makes as I bring the mushroom head of my cock to her lips. My heart stills in my chest, ceasing to exist for one second as I watch it slip into her warm mouth and past her beautiful full lips.
Fuck me. The image is wet dream-worthy, and one I’ll store in my spank bank for a while.
Weaving my fingers through her dark mane, I cradle the back of her head. I can’t help but wonder how many guys she’s fucked or given blow jobs to. A pounding forms inside my head and a memory surfaces. I latch onto it, letting the bitter anger from it wash over me.
“I’m not ready, Warren,” Harper sighs against my chest, her legs straddling me. It’s been this way for a few weeks now. Every time we get close enough to have sex, she pulls away. It’s frustrating as hell and gives me a major case of blue balls, but I want her for more than just sex.
“It’s okay, Harp. I love you, regardless. When it’s time, it’ll happen, until then I’m content with just having you in my arms,” I assure her with a gentle kiss.
Like a slingshot being pulled back, I snap out of the memory and thrust hard into her warm mouth. Using both hands, she presses against my muscled thighs. I hold her head in place, my endorphins rising as she struggles against my grasp.
One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. I release her, and she pulls away, tears streaming down her face, and drool dribbling down over her chin. Such a fucking beautiful disaster. I want to paint against her flesh with my come, mark her, breed her. When my eyes connect with hers, fear reflects back at me.