“Why?”
“Because I commanded you.”
“You don’t own me, Alexander.” I backed away by two feet, cognizant I was about to run out of real estate.
Very casually he walked closer, stopping just short of where I could reach out and touch him.
“Are you certain about that, my angel?”
At this point I wasn’t certain of anything. “Yes.”
“I said. Come here. Don’t make me tell you again.”
The way he beckoned me with the deepness of his voice was enthralling, but I wasn’t ready to concede he owned me. As soon as I shook my head, he crowded my space, his power taking my breath away. He backed me against the wall, taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger.
There was a distinct light in his eyes, an entirely different need that managed to complicate things even more. This crazy thing between us had surpassed desire or even some wild obsession.
This was much more about something felt deep in the heart, a powerful yet ruthless bitch of a need that would forever keep us entwined. Locked together in a dance with the devil.
“I’m growing weary of your disobedience.” The slight smile on his face brought one to mine.
“Oh, yeah?” I whispered as I slipped my hand under his shirt, searing my skin and his by the light touch.
He sucked in his breath, tilting his head. “Yes.” The word was little more than a breathless hiss.
“Then why don’t you do something about it?”
The electric buzz increased and he dug his fingers into my skin, very slowly allowing the hint of a smile. “How many times do I need to tell you to be careful what you wish for?
“What makes you so special, angel? Why is it that I can’t get you out of my mind? Why is it all I want to do is to fuck you long and hard, taking hours to explore every inch of your body? Tell me that. Answer me why.”
His firm grip remained, almost to the point of hurting, but I just didn’t care. I rose onto my tiptoes, tilting my head in a dare tokiss me. “Because I’m the only person who can calm the beast.” I believed that with all my heart.
“Goddamn you.” He crushed his lips over mine, shifting his hand until he was holding the back of my neck. I fisted his shirt with my other hand, tugging on the hem until it was freed from his jeans.
The ache for him was increasing with every passing second, my pussy clenching and releasing. He swept his tongue inside my mouth, exploring while his hunger only continued to increase.
Soon, he was sucking on my tongue while squeezing my neck. That only increased the need until I was moaning into the kiss. He wasn’t gentle by any stretch of the imagination, the scruff of his beard digging into my face. The flash of heat and current was heightened by the way he manhandled me.
When he finally broke the rush of passion, we both took gasping breaths. “Don’t move. Not an inch.”
“Or what?”
“Don’t test me, my angel. I’m far too gone.”
He yanked one arm over my head then the other, easily wrapping both with his massive hand. With a brush of his other hand, he rolled his fingers down my face and neck, fingering the neckline of the dress he’d purchased and had complimented. But it was too much material, too many layers between us.
Grabbing a handful, he lifted his heated gaze before ripping the dress down to my belly button, exposing my breasts.
“Fuck. You’re so goddamn beautiful.” He fingered my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, moving from one to the other.“Do you enjoy pain, my angel?” Without waiting for an answer, he pinched and twisted one until I cried out, arching my back.
I struggled in his hold as he wanted me to do, squirming and moaning while he rubbed his hand to my other hardened bud, twisting even more painfully. Every sound he made was guttural, the deep growl he issued keeping me in awe.
He was obviously annoyed the dress remained, tattered but a hindrance. He yanked away the rest, the force and pull churning the excitement. I longed to touch him again, to free his throbbing cock, but he refused me even an ounce of control.
With a quick dart of his tongue across my lips, he lowered his head, sucking on one nipple, biting down as I tipped my head back and closed my eyes. He was no longer man but beast and I shivered to my very core as he crawled his fingers between my breasts, rolling a single tip from one side of my thong’s waistband to the other.
As he shifted to my other nipple, taking his time to suck on the already swollen tissue, he slipped his hand between my legs.
