“No.” I lied easily. Or at least I thought it was easy. That lone word was forced from me though.
“Go on. Keep fucking lying to me. It makes me want you even more.”
“You can’t keep me. This is illegal. You’re breaking the law.” I felt like an idiot for even saying those words. He didn’t care about the law. He robbed Richard. He’d taken me.
“Baby, fuck the law. I do what I fucking want.” His gaze was harsh and he leaned in closer, so close our noses almost touched. “And it’s only illegal if I get caught.”
A moment of silence passed between us, and then, shocking the hell out of me even more than he already had this entire time, he pressed his mouth on the side of my throat. I felt the scruff that covered his cheeks and jaw scratch at the sensitive skin of my throat, and a low moan left me. One of pleasure.
I felt my eyes close of their own accord. God, why did he have to affect me like this?
“Come on, Amelia,” he said low, hauntingly demanding. “Ask me for it. Ask me for… me.”
I shook my head but didn’t know what I was saying no to. Him? My feelings? Trying to fight this?
He thrust against my pussy even more, running the tip of his tongue up and down the side of my throat. “I already told you that denying me only turns me on more.” He had this wicked rhythm between my thighs now, the hard, massive length of his cock rubbing against my clit. I was going to come. I knew it. “Fucking ask me to take you.”
Again, I shook my head. “No. Fuck you.” Yeah, I actually said that, although I wasn’t pushing him away.
“Look where your hands are, baby.”
I had to force my eyes open, but when I did, I saw I was gripping his huge biceps, keeping him close.
“Look how wide your thighs are spread for me,” he said as if pleased he could call me out.
And still he kept thrusting between my legs, our clothes stopping any penetration, any real, bare friction.
I was still staring at his biceps, where my hands were, where my nails were digging into him. He had tattoos covering one of his arms, his skin this golden color, his body so much bigger than mine.
“See how you’re holding on to me?” he mumbled against my throat. “See how you’re keeping me close?” He pulled back just enough that his mouth was by my ear now. “It’s what I’m doing with you. It’s why I took you.” He was breathing so harshly. “I need you, and I can’t fucking explain it. I don’t understand why, but I won’t give you back. I won’t let you go, Amelia.”
I turned my head so I was facing him. Our lips were so close I could have kissed him easily. Instead, I smiled slowly. “Fuck. You. Dom.” It was the first time I’d said his name since he’d told me. It felt good to curse at him, to show him my strength.
Before I knew what was happening, he slammed his mouth on mine, pushing his tongue between the seam of my lips, invading, penetrating my mouth. I felt him shift atop me, his hand sliding between our bodies and stopping right at the waistband of my pants.
“Tell me to stop.” It was a challenge. I knew it, heard it in his voice.
Somehow, I knew he’d stop if I told him to. But instead of saying that… I stayed silent.
He growled in pleasure right before he all but ripped my pants down my legs. Dom was off me only long enough to take my shoes off and tear my pants completely off before tossing them aside. Then he was right back on me.
He pushed my thighs apart again, resting his big body against mine. He stayed fully clothed, and I didn’t know why that aroused me even more. He had his mouth back on mine, fucking me there as he thrust his tongue in and out, claiming me.
And then he was reaching down and running his fingers along the edge of my panties, teasing and tormenting me in the same breath. Before I could contemplate what was going on, he slipped his fingers under the edge and touched my bare pussy.
He growled out again like some kind of feral animal. But then again, I guess he was. Feral. An animal.
“You’re fucking soaked for me.” He sounded so pleased with that fact. His denim-covered cock was pressed against my inner thigh. “You feel how hard you make me? Fuck, I’ve never been this hard before.”
And when he started rubbing his fingers through my pussy, up and down my slit, this dark desire took hold. And I submitted, not fighting, not pretending I didn’t want this.