Lie (Betrothed 8)

Both of his eyebrows rose. “That’s it?”

I had a lot more on my mind than the state of our current relationship. Because it would be dead by tonight if I didn’t do something to save it. “I’m sorry that—”

He raised his hand and silenced me with just the simple gesture. “Let me save you some time. This is what I expect from you.” He lowered his hand. “If you’re my woman, you’re the person at the top of my list. When you text, I respond. When you call, I answer on the first ring. I’m never too fucking busy for you. Don’t treat me with the same respect, then I’m gone.” He stepped closer to me, getting in my face like a drill sergeant. “Do you fucking understand me?”

He was the first man to shut me up without actually telling me that. I nodded.

“Say it.”

“Yes…I understand.”

“And?” He came a little closer, his eyes wide and wild.

“I’m sorry…and it won’t happen again.”

“Damn right, it won’t happen again.” He stepped back, his eyes still unforgiving.

If this was the way he treated his men, then I believed he really did have the power to make people obey, to run an underground organization with unquestionable authority. He was a terrifying adversary.

I wanted him more than ever…and I had no idea why. If another man treated me that way, I’d forget about him and move on. I’d fight tooth and nail. But in this case, it was actually a relief to submit.

With his shoulders tense and his arms flexed, he stared at me coldly. “You just gonna stand there?”

I was mesmerized by those blue eyes, hypnotized by his power. It was the first time I was actually intimidated by him, by the way he carried himself, the way he commanded respect so naturally. I came from a line of powerful men, but I had never experienced anything like this.

He continued to stare at me, waiting.

I slowly stepped into his chest, my hands moving to his stomach as I looked at my fingertips. Just touching him there made me feel a spark of emotion that was inexplicable. We hadn’t even been seeing each other a few weeks, but it somehow felt like months, felt like I’d known him all my life…even though I didn’t know him at all.

I lifted my gaze and looked into his eyes, feeling that emotion grow once our eyes were connected.

He seemed to feel what I felt, because with every passing second, his hostility lessened. He could read every emotion in my expression and matched it, like he knew I wasn’t just sorry, but I was so overwhelmed by these feelings…the way I felt about him.

I wanted to cry…and I had no idea why.

I grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged him down, rising on my tiptoes so I could press my forehead against his. I didn’t want a kiss or sex. I just wanted him, to feel this undeniable emotion that always erupted between us, like volcanoes that constantly spewed lava all at the same time.

He closed his eyes once he felt me, like he could feel my heartbeat and match it. His hands finally cupped my face, and he held me like that, just feeling the rush of whatever it was we both felt at the same time. “You’re the only man who’s ever made me feel this way…”

He opened his eyes and stared at my lips. “What way?”

“I don’t know…like this.”

He pulled away so he could look into my gaze, his large hands still on my cheeks and neck. “Because you’re my woman. And that’s how a man is supposed to make a woman feel.”

He leaned against the pillows with his hands on my ass, his eyes on mine as he watched me move up and down his length. His thumbs reached across my stomach until they touched the sides of my belly button. His breathing was deep and slow, his face slightly tinted because he enjoyed every second of this slow session.

My back was arched dramatically, and I rose and fell down his length, his come slathering his length as it seeped out of my slit. My hands gripped his shoulders, and I kept going, satisfied but determined to continue. I just liked having him inside me, like feeling how hard he was for me no matter how many times he had me.

His hand moved into my hair, and he brought my face to his so he could kiss me, give me soft and hot kisses as I continued to move down his length with snaillike slowness. We’d been doing this all day and into the night, taking each other nice and slow, completely different from the way he took me last time he was here.

My body was exhausted, my pussy sore, but I kept going because I couldn’t get enough of this man. My mind was a blank slate because I had no thoughts at all. Sex with him was a form of meditation, when everything else in my life didn’t matter at all.