“Friends with benefits?” I shrug, avoiding Xander’s eyes. I don’t think there is a definition of this.
After I promise we will get together soon, they finally leave. Closing the door behind them, I lean my forehead against it. Shit, I didn’t want them to find out like this.
Strong hands whip me around, and before I manage to gasp, I’m pinned against the wooden surface, my hands above my head in Xander’s tight grip.
We stare at each other. His gaze burns, incinerating all nerve endings in my body.
“I’m going to punish you for that, Coraline.” His voice is dark, but the threat sounds like a promise.
“For what?” I breathe.
His erection rigid between us, Xander kicks my legs apart with his knee. He thrusts forward, his hips holding me in place. Somehow, he holds both my wrists in one hand while he brings the other to my throat.
My pulse must be hammering against his touch. I can practically feel it bouncing off his fingers. He squeezes a little, and my breath hitches. “For calling me a fuckingfriendwith benefits.”
My entire body hums with need and want, but I’m completely at his mercy, unable to touch him. Somehow, that heightens my arousal.
“Isn’t that what you suggested when I asked you what you wanted from me?” I croak, that conversation in his car feeling years away.
Xander lowers his mouth to my ear. “There is nothing friendly about the things I want to do to you.”
“Promises, promises.” I pant, and Xander groans, thrusting forward again, practically locking me between him and the door.
“Oh, Coraline, you think you can provoke me? Make me lose control? Let’s see who is in charge here?”
His words should appall me. Instead, they ruin my panties.
In one swift move, Xander spins me and pulls my shorts and panties to my knees. With my cheek pressed against the door, he fists my hair.
I cry out as he shoves two or perhaps three fingers into me without warning. Not that the last few seconds suggested any other development. Not that I wanted tonot consentat any point during this assault.
It’s delicious. It’s wild. It’s ridiculously hot.
He pulls out and pushes back in almost aggressively. And it still isn’t enough. The need to be filled by him is visceral.
“I. Am.” Thrust. “Your.” Thrust. “Future.” Thrust. “Husband.”
Can I come in under one minute? Probably, yes.
Do I enjoy the savage attack? Definitely, yes.
Xander might be dominant and seemingly out of control, but he’s still putting me first.
My former fiancé never did, even though I didn’t know it at the time. My current fiancé has yet to do anything selfish during sex.
I can barely breathe with his weight against me, but I meet his thrusts with wanton abandon. The pleasure builds up, flooding my entire body, ready tocrescendo.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, probably scandalizing all my neighbors.
My knees tremble, my pussy throbs, my breathing is ragged.
And then cold air hits me. I almost collapse to the floor, completely dazed. He’s gone.
“What the hell, Xander!” I turn.
He sits in the armchair, tapping his fingers on the armrest. “I don’t feel very friendly right now.”
The bastard.
