Blyssfully Undone (The Blyss Trilogy 3)

He bites at the inside of his cheek, his lips puckering off to the side as he keeps his mouth shut, not having a decent retort.

My bare foot begins tapping on the carpeted floor, with my lips pursed while I stare Stryker down with a heated glare. Is what I’m asking for really that unreasonable? Maybe I shouldn’t be so obstinate, but nobody is giving me answers, and it’s like the minute I got my memory back, Travis has been the very man I knew him to be at the facility, and I don’t like it. He’s played me for a fool the entire time. Now I know how Nick felt when I did it to him.

Travis’ deep voice breaks through the silence in the room. “Stryke, I got this. Just shut the door on your way out,” he commands in a low and ominous tone as he jerks his chin toward the door. I don’t like where this is going. I watch in silence as Travis bends down to put the juice on the floor. His jaw muscles are taut, and as he sits upright, the look in his eyes has me holding my breath. Uh-oh.

Once the bedroom door clicks shut, Travis clenches his fists tightly, and then spreads his fingers out wide, releasing obvious, pent-up tension. Frustration is evident as he leans forward, mere inches from my face, and grits out through clenched teeth, “When I say no, I mean fuckin’ no. I’m not going to deal with your tirades of childish behavior. Not now, not ever. My patience is hanging on by a thread here, and I don’t think you want to push me over that edge, do you?” His steely words cut through my soul like a sharp knife as his eyes flare at mine. “So tell me, Jules, just what the fuck don’t you understand about the word no? Or do you need a lesson in the meaning?”

The blood drains from my face. The icy tone in his voice emits the same viciousness as when I was captive at the facility. I remember this Travis all too well. Now that the jig is up and my memory is back, there’s no need for him to play nice. Every one of his words from not too long ago comes back to haunt me. “This is where the shit gets real, Princess. No one is going to hold your hand anymore, especially me.” And the worst one, “That’s none of your concern; you’re a slave. How’s that for a different perspective?”

I don’t know what the hell he wants from me, but I’m not going to take it from him. I just saved his ass, and this is how he treats me? I haul my hand back, getting ready to slap him across the face, but he catches my wrist.

“Son of a bitch,” he spits out angrily. “What the fuck, Jules?”

“I’ll tell you what the fuck,” I start to rant, but he cuts me off by crashing his lips against mine. I fall back on the mattress, fighting his kisses as his heavy body topples over mine. He grabs my other wrist, manhandling me, and I lift my hips to buck him off, but it only serves to place his cock between my legs.

“You wanna dirty fuck, Jules?” he breathes over my lips. “The way you’re grinding on me, I think you do.”

“Get off me, Travis,” I warn through gritted teeth.

“You mean, get you off.” He smirks then rolls his hips into mine as his lips press hard against me.

I thrash my body, trying to buck him off, but I fail. He slips his tongue over the seam of my lips, and I turn my head to the side to get away, but he just follows, working me over and over until I start to tire from the struggle. Oh, God, his lips are to die for, and slowly I feel myself caving in, my anger dissipating. My chest’s labored breaths change from struggle to lust and passion. How does he do this to me? How does he make me feel like he’s a part of my soul and I can’t live my next minute without him?

“You know you want me,” he arrogantly whispers over my lips. I narrow my eyes, trying to look defiant and not give away my fading resolve. His gaze is heated, and his need is becoming more evident between my legs, causing a rush of heat to spread to my core. He rains hot, passionate kisses down the length of my exposed neck, and shivers roll through me.

“You think you can just get away with distracting me, using your body?” I breathe heavily.

His knee pushes against my thigh, spreading my legs open to him. My nipples have betrayed me already, and I arch my back into his hard chest, seeking friction.