I shirked away, or at least tried to, but the tiles prevented that. A very distinct part of him was digging into the small of my back—a large and way too hard part.
“I’m curious, Little Bird.” Preston leaned in, swallowing my shivering form with his large body. “Are you going to fight me this time?”
Twisting my neck, I snarled, “That’s what you want me to do.”
I didn’t know which was worse, the way his dick jumped or the smirk that curled the corner of his mouth.
“And people say I’m hard to understand.”
Oh, I understood him quite well. I spent my life researching men like him. Preston Whitley wasn’t the kind of man who would take his time and court a girl. The fight is what got him off. He wanted to overpower them and watch defeat bleed into their eyes. Well, I wasn’t going to feed into his fantasy. If he wanted someone to struggle with, he’d have to find someone else.
As hard as it was, I forced myself to remain still and not react.
That was easier said than done. I managed to maintain my composure for a while. Preston moved around, pawing at my flesh, and I stayed right where I was.
When his palms smoothed down my sides, I sucked in and zeroed in on the sound of my breathing. When his tongue slid up the side of my neck, I balled my fists and dropped my forehead on the wall. And when his fingers dug into my ass and scratched a hot path across my skin, I gritted my teeth.
It was the groan that rumbled from his chest that broke me. That deep sound echoed through the room, and I turned to run. Not from him but from the way his groan vibrated through my core. Unfortunately, I neglected to remember that Preston was physically superior in every way, including speed.
My foot was barely off the ground before he grabbed my neck and slammed me back.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
Not only had I epically failed in my attempt, but I was now in a more precarious situation. Face to face with the beast himself.
Don’t fight him, Marnie. That was what he wanted.
Taking a deep calming breath, I looked into his eyes and smiled. “Why would I be going anywhere?”
“Ah, we’re playing good girl now, are we?”
It took everything I had to keep my eyes from narrowing at his condescending statement.
“All right, good girl.” His brow arched. “Why don’t you reach down and stroke my cock?”
I could feel the challenge coming off him. Every fiber of my being wanted to punch him in the nuts, but that would give him exactly what he wanted. I wasn’t about to lose this game. So I did the only thing I could and wrapped my hand around him.
That was my first mistake.
The second my fingers made contact, my entire body lit up. I’d seen porn and pictures before, but a man’s penis didn’t feel at all like I thought it would. It was hard and hot, yet soft and silky at the same time.
My second mistake came when I felt something metallic and looked down. A small ring was pierced through the head of Preston’s cock while six bars decorated the top of his shaft. But it was the size that made fear twitch through my heart. He was so thick that my hand couldn’t wrap around the girth. I doubted that his could.
I’d never understand how he fit it inside me in the first place, but it explained why I was so sore afterward. One thing was for sure, that thing was not going anywhere near me. I was officially tapping out.
I dropped my hand and jerked away, which would’ve worked a lot better without the grip on my neck. I moved right and was pulled left.
My entire plan went out the window after that. I screamed and swung my arms.
“That’s it, Little Bird,” Preston growled. “Fucking fight me.”
And I did. I fought hard with everything I had. Got him good a couple of times too. My nails clawed into his shoulder, and Preston’s grip loosened for a fraction of a second. Not enough for me to slip away, but enough that it gave me hope.
Then my feet left the ground, and suddenly all I cared about was my ability to breathe. My lungs burned while I kicked my dangling feet and slapped at the strong arm holding me.
“Here’s the thing Little Bird.” Preston’s knee wedged between my thighs, taking off some of the weight choking me. “I know more about you than you do.”
I highly doubted that. Not that I could argue my point. I was having trouble sucking little bits of oxygen back into my body, let alone trying to speak.
