I went for a takedown.
He let me. We went down together, me on top of him, but then he rolled me. As I had expected, he was strong, a lot stronger than I, and we both knew it. He held me down, my chest to the mat. I turned my head so my cheek lay flat and cursed him over my shoulder. "How dare you interfere in my investigation?"
"What are you talking about?" He had me pinned, his torso long enough that I couldn't even move my legs beneath him. I could try to kick him with my legs, from the knee down, but that would just be ridiculous.
And I didn't want to move.
"I talked to the queen."
"Fuck." He loosened his hold on my wrists where they were splayed out above my head in a vee shape. Bad decision. I twisted them, hard, broke free and used my arms to push up and roll onto my side.
He used my momentum against me and rolled me onto my back. He promptly grabbed my wrists again and held them over my head. Just like that he had me pinned again. But this time, his face was inches from mine. Our gazes locked. His cock hardened against my thighs.
Way to add insult to injury.Nowhe wanted me?
"Get off."
"I'm not playing with you anymore," he said. "You needed rest. I told the queen the truth."
"That isn't your decision. It's not your job to take care of me. I don't need a babysitter."
"You don't take care of yourself."
"I do my job."
“You need more than that. What about rest. And fun? And play?”
What about love? Why didn’t he ask me about that one?
Because he’s not falling for you the way you’re falling for him. Duh.
That little voice in my head hurt. Badly. Why didn’t he want me? Why? What was wrong with me this time? Maybe I shouldn’t have let him flog me. Or let Geros fuck me. Or Kayson and his magical mouth work my pussy until I was begging for release.
Maybe I should have hidden everything inside me the way I always did. But it was too late now. I’d finally shown someone the real me, the kinky, naughty me who needed a bit of pain, who loved sex—all kinds of sex. And what had happened?
The usual. I had to get off this fucking planet.
I slit hope’s throat in my mind and went for Mal’s jugular.
"You only want to play in the club? Is that it? Watch me fuck everyone but you?"
“Tell me about the nightmares.”
Shit. Talk about going for the jugular. “I don’t talk about them. They’re not real. Tell me why you are so afraid to touch me.”
"I am not afraid. That is the role you chose to play."
"I chose it? Lie to yourself all you want to. Coward. You're so full of shit." I glared at him because it was either that or close my eyes, and every time I closed my eyes the weight of him, the press of his cock on my thigh, made me lose my train of thought. "You want to be in charge? You want to take care of me? You're a liar."
"I'm not," he said. He was sweating now, his hands flexing and releasing my wrists.
"You want to go back to the club again? Order some stranger to fuck me this time? Is that what gets you off?"
“No.” He was crushing me beneath him. I would cry if he moved. I needed him here. Holding me down. Making me challenge him. Otherwise, I’d run and run and keep running. Alone. Always alone.
"No? What do I need, then? Huh? Tell me, big smart Dom."
"A spanking for running your mouth."
