Then he slammed his hands on either side of my head. “I should get it over with, right? Fuck you. Get you out of my system.” His hands came to my dress, hiking up the fabric. “The girl I’ve always wanted finally wants to make it work, but the girl I never wanted won’t get out of my fucking head.”
“I...” My word dripped off on a gasp, or was it a sigh? As his hands fisted my dress higher, his body pressing hot into mine. “That’s not what I meant,” I managed.
“What’s your safe word.”
I met his eyes. “Mr. Crowne.”
He leaned down, forehead pressed against mine, and shoved the fabric of my dress into my hand. He forced me to hold it up for him, keeping me open and bare for him. He caressed the inside of my thighs with one hand, ghosting bruises on my flesh, the ones he’d given me just days before. I couldn’t stop my shiver.
“Do you want me to kiss you, Snitch?” he asked lightly, his breath teasing my lips.
“You said no kissing…”
His laugh feathered my lips.
“Want me to say your name?” His touch rose higher, over my panties.
Yes.
I shouldn’t.
But, God, yes.
His eyes locked with mine, ripping, piercing.
Maybe I should look away, but I couldn’t.
“Know I know it’s you I’m kissing?”
His lips were so close now, I could taste the warmth, taste the lollipops on his breath.
He pushed aside my panties, sliding inside me, and I sucked in a breath. In and out, slow, easy, torturous. His thumb slid around my clit but never touched it. My heart was a traitor, beating too fast. My skin prickled and my gut tightened. My only reprieve knowing he can’t read my thoughts.
“Know I want to kiss you.” The only way I knew I’d slightly affected him was the grit in his voice.
He pressed against my clit just as he pressed his lips to mine.
“I don’t want you,” he whispered, as I shattered against his fingers. His lips were warm, wet, but barely touching me. Just enough so I could feel the vibration of his cruel, cruel words.
I was too far gone to stop it. Too far gone to push him away, to stop the wave of pleasure. I grasped his shoulders, coming undone.
He didn’t stop massaging my clit or pumping inside me. Didn’t stop forcing me to come as his words echoed within me.
I don’t want you.
His words dripped inside me, mixing with the taste of him, the want I couldn’t suppress, until I could barely stand.
When I finished, he licked my upper lip, slow, easy, until flames threatened to burn me to the ground.
Then he stood back.
He eyed me from down his crookedly beautiful nose. “I could never want you.”
I fell to the floor, tears burning the corners of my eyes, but thank fuck they didn’t fall. I stared at my knees, knobby, bruised.
I could never want you.
I knew he’d opened the door by the sudden rush of sound. Of laughter and music.