He nods. “Besides your family, I know of one other person who would love to get his hands on you. And those don’t include my enemies, who would be overjoyed to learn of your existence in my life. A weakness.”
I don’t like the way he says that. “A weakness?”
Something shifts in his gaze. And suddenly, I’m not staring at the man but the predator. His hips are pressed into mine, and he’s rocking into me gently, the dress bunched up around my hips.
“If you leave, I can’t guarantee the safety of anyone. Not your family, not Lucas, none of them,” he growls out, his mouth only a few inches from mine.
And we are back to threats. We made it a week of semi-normalcy, and now he reverts to his baser instincts to ensure I stay with him. No matter how many times I tell him holding me captive does not make me his girlfriend.
His fingers curl around my neck gently, not squeezing but claiming, owning. “You belong to me.”
“So, you keep saying,” I whisper, dropping my hands from where they were massaging his head. If he’s going to start with this shit, then I’m not going to touch him voluntarily.
The wetness from the grass is seeping into the back of the dress, and I hope it’s not stained. But knowing him, by the time he’s finished asserting his claim again, it will be.
“What do you want from me, Nic? I was about to turn around and go back inside. I’m not leaving. Hell, I don’t even have any shoes on. Where do you think I’d go?”
He tracks his eyes over my face, hunting the lie in my words. But there isn’t one to find this time. But no doubt he can hear the disappointment, the exhaustion of our situation, and this damn hamster wheel we keep spinning on.
“So, were all the pretty words and fancy clothes a lie? A way for you to assert your control over me?”
A line appears on his forehead, and he releases my neck. “No.”
“And you being gentle with me. Making me come every time we are intimate. Every pretty line you feed me while you’re inside me, were all those lies?”
He blinks heavily and rears up like he doesn’t enjoy the way this conversation is going. Good. That makes two of us.
“I didn’t lie to you.”
I force out a breath and shove at his chest. Of course, he doesn’t budge. “Then why the hell are you lying on top of me, threatening me and other people again to ensure I stay? What the hell happened to you wanting me to want you? To wanting me to come to your bed willingly? If you keep this shit up, I promise you I won’t be in your bed unless you drag me there.”
As if the man’s never had a scolding in his life, he scowls down at me, rather like a little boy who just got his favorite toy confiscated. “Understand, you belong to me, and I’ll do anything to keep you, anything. And I promise you, if you run, I’ll stop at nothing to bring you back and keep you.”
I shake my head and capture his cheeks in my hands. “Not sure if you know this, but that’s not really how voluntary works. If you force me, it’s not my choice. It can’t ever be my choice until I have the option to stay or to go.”
He drops his head to my shoulder and grinds into me. A heavy breath escapes as pleasure chases through me at every arch of his hips.
“I need you, please,” he whispers into my neck, his lips tracing the collar of my dress.
It’s the please that makes me want him in return. I dig my hands between us, unbuckle his belt, open his fly, and draw his cock out. My dress is already baring me to him. He maneuvers so he can hook my panties to the side and slide into me in one smooth, practiced stroke.
I’m still new to sex, and it takes me a moment to adjust to him. My body is straining, trying to push back against the assault.
When he gives me time, I relax, sinking my shoulders into the ground, and the sensation morphs from a tight squeeze to a heady pleasure.
“There you go, stellina. Take me.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and drag his lips to mine. And he meets me there, crashing together, kissing me with his tongue, his teeth, his lips, all of it. When I need to break for air, he continues his steady thrust inside me and drags his lips down my neck, nibbling a path that lights me up further.
Each push of him inside me sends a spiral of pleasure along my nerves. It wasn’t until he took my virginity that I understood why people make such bad decisions in the name of sex. Not that the oral or anal we had in the past was terrible, it just wasn’t worth all the trouble I’d witnessed in friends and on TV.