This is sheer magnetism. Passionate and raw. This asks nothing of me. This is only right now. But I can’twanthim … can I? I’ve only just laid eyes on him. In one last desperate attempt to stop this, I force myself to remember that a man just like him is the reason my life went from hopeful to complete shit in a single day.
Despite the logical part of my brain that’s doing its best to take over, I cling to my monster in the dark. And not only do I cling, I pull him closer, fisting his t-shirt. My nails scratch through it and rake down his hard, warm chest. He hisses and tightens his grip on my throat. My pussy throbs as I let a moan escape.
“That’s it … that’s the sound I want, little dove.”
We breathe in unison, our chests heaving in the dark, frigid space. I can barely make out the profile of the strong angles of his jaw and cheekbones in the glow of the emergency light. Every muscle in my body is on fire, despite the chill, waiting for him to move, to do something. To make the decision for me so I don’t have to admit he’s right.
“Your mind tells you no, but your body begs for something more, doesn’t it? A little bit of fear, and maybe a little bit of pain? Your body begs just the way I knew it would the second I laid eyes on you.” He brings his arm down and wraps it around my waist to pull me tight to his body, and that’s when I feel him. Big and hard, pressing into my abdomen. Fighting him turns him on as much as it does me.
“You can’t … know that about me … just from looking at me,” I breathe out, desperate for some form of control that I simply no longer have as his chest presses to mine and the leather from his cut grazes my nipples, making them harden and ache for his hot lips.
“I don’t even need to look at you.” He pinches one of my nipples, hard. “I can fuckingsmellyou.” He slides his hand down my side. “And I know you’re fucking soaked under this tight little skirt.” His fingers just barely slide under the hem.
“Fuck you!” I bite out, my teeth chattering from the cold and the rush of adrenaline. But I give in and fuel him further, reaching up to hit him in the chest. It lands, but Ax doesn’t flinch. Instead, he smiles a satisfied grin and pushes his hardened cock against me again. My body shivers as the desire surges.
I succumb to the reality that he’s right. Iwantto fight him. I want totesthim. I want him to take every last shred of innocence I possess. I want this stranger to take my free will from me.
“It’s obvious that you’re not from my kind of world. Youknow I can offer you more than any man who’s ever touched you before.”
A soft moan slips from my lips as he releases my throat and sinks his fingers into the hair beneath my ponytail, then grabs it and pulls it tight, tipping my head back so my lips pop open.
“You’re a caged little rebel,” he whispers. “Searching for a man who can satisfy every depraved desire you’ve ever had.” His tongue lightly skates across my bottom lip as I pant, desperate to kiss him, desperate to squeeze my thighs together—but I can’t, because he’s holding me in place. When he lets go of my ponytail I don’t move, I don’t fight. I wait with bated breath as his eyes trail my face, my neck.
His words are true.
I’ve dreamed of a man who can take control of me sexually. Even when I thought it was wrong, I dreamed about it. One who will claim me and handle me and teach me what it means to be desired. As wrong as this is, IwantAx to want me. My soaking wet panties and my aching core are the proof.
I give in, pressing my pussy against his thigh and moan, and he pushes back.
Just this once can I indulge? Can I let him set me free?
Ax spreads my legs wider, as much as my leather skirt allows. It inches up my thighs as he tightens the hold he now has around my waist.
“If you want to be ruined by a man you fear, thenI’mthe man who ruins you,” he says, bringing his thumb from one side of my bottom lip to the other, smearing my freshly applied lipstick. Another groan leaves him as he breathes me in once more, and the sound ignites me. “You’ve fucking bewitched me, little dove. I don’t ever wantanywoman. But I fucking wantyou.”
With his words, something in me breaks. I let my want take over as I grip his cut tight with one hand and let my free handmove up, my first two fingers ghosting my nipple. I whimper with desire as I look into his eyes.
“Maybe … this was my plan all along?” I lick my lips as I trace the outline of my nipple with my fingers again, and a low growl leaves his chest as his lips descend to my neck, hurried and crazed, biting then sucking in deep pulls. His mint-and-bourbon-laced breath is hot on my skin as I mewl into him while he tortures me in the best way, plucking a nipple through my cotton bodysuit.
“Ax …” I moan the only name I have for him, sliding my hand from his cut to his waist, then under his t-shirt, exploring his abs and the wide expanse of his hard muscles and warm back. My fingers trail over what feels like a long jagged scar. Everything is cloudy and hazy as he pushes my skirt up enough to slide his hand between my legs, cupping my soaking pussy through my panties. The heel of his palm gives me just what I need as he circles it there with perfect pressure. It suddenly hits me that he’s going to make me come and he’s barely even touched me.
“Poor little rebel. No one has ever given you what you need, have they?” he asks as he pushes harder against my needy clit.
His words mixed with the freezing space cause shivers of pleasure to race through me, and I shudder in his arms.
“So fucking desperate … let your body take what you want now,” he coaxes, his voice gruff.
“Please …” I whimper, without even knowing what I’m pleading for as I press harder against his hand.
“That’s it,” he praises as he slides his thumb under my panties, through my soaking slit and up over my aching clit. A greedy growl leaves him as he confirms my secret need for him.
“Mmmm … I fucking love being right. Look at this fucking mess you’ve made. All for the man you don’t want.” I feel his smirk against my lips as he sweeps his thumb over me, but I’m too far gone to care about his gloating as he pulls the topof my bodysuit down, allowing my breasts to bounce free. He doesn’t waste a second, sucking a nipple into his mouth. My mind floods with nothing but unfiltered desire and thoughts of him. I move against his fingers as his tongue flicks, sending tiny sparks through me.
My hips rock into him, and I grip his leather as I ride his hand, both of us still fully clothed. I’ve never experienced anything so erotic. He pinches my clit before pushing his first finger into me, then a second. They’re thick and stretching me as my core spasms. Waves of pleasure pulse through me as my orgasm begins to take hold.
“They’ll hear me …” I whimper breathlessly, the sounds of my pussy being fucked by his thick fingers filling the space. He slides my arousal up and toys with my clit again, and my eyes roll back.
“Let them,” he growls. My legs shake as I shamelessly grind against him.
