He wraps a callused hand around my throat, pinning me against the wall. It’s barbaric, something he never did to me before, and from the black pit in my mind an old panic blinds me.
I don’t want this.Bound by my own dress, I can’t push him away, can’t do anything, and my breath wheezes. His grip eases as he leans toward me, and this time his kiss is like a whisper across my lips, teasing, tempting, as though I’m that fifteen-year-old virgin again, and the terror slinks back as Ty works his familiar magic on me.
My eyes drift shut as his fingers stroke my throat and shoulders. His caress is tender, and cocooned in the dark of my mind it’s too easy to pretend this is something more than a belated goodbye fuck.
And then he grips my shoulders, and my eyes snap open. “What the hell are you doing to me?” He grinds the words between his teeth, and I blink up at him, disoriented, still basking in the glow of his touch.
With a muffled curse, he grasps my dress and rips it off me, freeing my arms, and I kick it aside. His hot gaze sweeps over me, lingering on my breasts and legs, and even though he’s not touching me, my skin tingles.
“Your turn.” My voice is hoarse as I reach for him, but in a lightning fast move, he manacles my wrists in one hand and pins them against the wall above my head. I gasp, shocked and turned on at the same time. Had I really forgotten how much he always loves to be in control?
“Better.” It’s a growl, and my stomach does crazy somersaults at the blatantly possessive gleam in his eyes. “I don’t need your hands on me. I just need your pussy.”
“You’re such a sweet talker.” I know sex is all that’s left between us, and even though his blunt words make me hot, regret stabs through my heart thatpussyis all I am to him now.
His teeth flash in a demonic smile as he cups my breast through my plain black bra. I stifle a groan, but the lazy swipe of his thumb across my erect nipple is driving me out of my mind.
“Just telling you how it’s going to be, Jas.” He abandons my breast and glides his hand along the curve of my waist to my hip. “Not up for discussion.”
“Who’s discussing it?” I try to tug free, even though I know it’s impossible and I don’t want to escape in any case. “I just plan on enjoying it.”
He drags my panties down to my knees, and I wriggle until they drop to the floor. I’m all but naked against the wall, completely vulnerable, but there’s no lingering echo of the fear I’ve lived with for so long. He traces a finger over my stomach and dips between my thighs, circling my sensitive clit. I dig my nails into my palms and spread my legs, my gaze fixed on his hand.
“Some things don’t change. You always enjoyed it.”
I grind into his palm, but it’s not nearly enough. “I had a great teacher.”
His fingers still in their relentless teasing, and I glance up at him. His fierce gaze melts me, and I’d be on the floor at his feet if he wasn’t holding me upright.
“Christ, Jas.” There’s a strange catch in his voice that destroys me, but I can’t even wrap my arms around him. “That was a long time ago.” For a second I think he’s going to say something more, something that’ll change everything and wipe out the past.
Stop wishing for the impossible.I gave up on fairy tales a long time ago.
His jaw clenches, and it’s like a shutter slams over his face.
“Ty.” I don’t know what I’m going to say; I just want him to look at me the way he did a minute ago. But before I can even untangle my thoughts, he cups my sex and slides a finger inside me.
I groan, reveling in the exquisite waves of pleasure consuming me. His mouth owns my throat, sucking and nibbling my flesh as though I’m his own personal banquet, and his beard chafes me in an erotic caress. It’s hard to keep my eyes open, but I want to watch him, even though all I can see is the side of his head and his gorgeous dark blond hair.
He pins me to the wall with his body, his solid chest crushing me. His leather vest burns my naked skin, branding me, and even though I hate everything about the Bastards, I love the way his colors graze me.
“Let go of me.” I want to hold him, want to strip him, see his body.
“Not a chance.” His growl against my throat sends shivers rippling over my skin, and his grasp on my wrists tightens. “This is the way I like it. I’ve got you exactly where I want you.”
Another time I might’ve laughed. I can barely think straight as I hook my leg around his thigh. His fingers tease my clit, stroke my swollen lips, and dip into my wet heat, and I buck helplessly, my ass banging the wall behind me.
“Fuck, Ty,” I gasp, incoherent, barely aware I’m speaking at all.
“That’s right.” He sounds savage, his breath hot against my damp cheek. “Open your eyes. Let me see you.”
I force them open, and his face fills my world. Hypnotized, I can’t look away, and he leans in close, his breath meshing with mine. “Give it to me, babe.”
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Ty
Jas shatters, her body writhing against me as I crush her to the wall. Her eyes are unfocused but locked with mine, and her harsh gasps are all I can hear.
