Braxis chuckled and the tension left his shoulders. He slipped a finger beneath one bra strap and pulled it down. I wanted to stop him but I couldn't fight back. He'd taken even that from me. So, I just stood there complacently as Braxis drew my bra away and cast it aside. His hungry stare went to my breasts. A sigh coasted over his parted lips and then his tongue flicked out to wet them. I shuddered in revulsion but he didn't notice. He took my hand as if I were his lover and drew me over to the bed. The muscles of his taut belly bunched as he sat on the foot of the mattress, then he pulled me forward, between the trunks of his spread thighs.
“Kneel over me. Straddle my lap,” he commanded.
I set my knees on the mattress to either side of his thighs and even though it left me unsteady, I kept my hands at my sides, unwilling to touch him. The position set my breasts at the level of his face. Braxis licked his lips again and leaned forward to suck my left nipple into his mouth. His arms went around me and he began to ardently lick and nibble and suck at me. The sounds of it made my stomach turn.
“Does it bother you at all to know that you disgust me?” I asked as I stared down at him impassively.
Braxis stopped, pulled back, and stared back at me. Holding my gaze, he flicked my hardened, wet nipple. Even my rosy areola had puckered for him. “Your body seems to feel differently,” his voice lowered into an aroused rumble.
“My nipples get hard when it's cold too,” I sneered. “It doesn't mean I'm turned on by the weather.”
Braxis growled, grabbed me around the waist, and turned to toss me onto the bed. My head hit the pillows almost as if that had been his intention. He crawled up my body, his limbs caging me in, and lowered his face to mine.
“Tell me the truth, Amara. Do you find me attractive?” Braxis demanded. “Does my body please you?”
“Yes,” I whispered, the word forced from me.
He grinned triumphantly.
“But I don't want to have sex with you and what you're doing to me is repulsive. It makes you ugly and turns your body into a tool of that ugliness. Right now, you're nothing more than a monster to me.”
“Fuck!” Braxis cursed and rolled off me. “Why must you say such things? You and your vicious words! You use them as weapons.”
“It's all that you've left me to fight with,” I said softly.
Braxis blinked in revelation and grinned wickedly.
My eyes went wide in horror. “No. Don't do that, Braxis. Please, don't take—”
“Don't speak, Amara,” he said sweetly.
The words died in my mouth. I tried to speak but only breath came out.
Braxis laughed in delight and rolled back over me. “Spread your legs for me, pretty pixie.”
My legs shifted apart and he eased his bulk between them. My panties were still on but that didn't seem to matter to him. In fact, he appeared to like it. He rubbed a finger over the cream silk, savoring the feel.
“Just relax,” he drawled. “Enjoy it.”
My body went limp and liquid in an instant. I inhaled sharply in shock. Braxis looked up at me, scanned my face, and pushed harder, pressing into the notch of me and rubbing upward. Pleasure zinged out from where he touched me and magnified when he found my swelling nub and circled it through the silk. Even as my mind screamed in denial, I trembled for more.
Braxis growled eagerly. “You're getting your panties wet, Amara. I think you want this as much as I do.”
I shook my head and pleaded with him with my eyes. Braxis looked away, back down at the wet silk as if only that were true. He bent to press his face against me there, inhaling deeply, then placed a firm kiss on the silk. My body hovered in a surreal place of pleasure and horror as Braxis trailed kisses out and along my thigh, his short beard tickling me. His tongue flicked out to taste the underside of my knee and then his kisses moved back up along the top of my thigh until he met my belly.
“I have dreamed about your body,” he murmured against my skin. “Dreamed of kissing it everywhere. Of tasting it. Of your sweet, erotic smell. Of you moaning beneath me and crying out my name as you did for him. I've dreamed of you begging me to fill your mouth and your sex and your ass. Of shoving my cock into you while you cried out for more.”
Braxis rose onto his hands and knees and crawled up my body. As soon as he met my stare, he cursed and pounded his fist into the bed beside me.
“But never in my dreams did you look at me like this,” Braxis whispered. “Damn you, Amara! Why must you hate me?”
I blinked. Was he serious? Was he that insane? He had named me his enemy but now he wanted to know why I hated him?
“Speak,” he ordered. “Tell me why you won't accept my offer.”
I inhaled sharply as my voice returned to me. “I'm married but even if I weren't, you have done nothing but torment me from the day we met. Why would I want to be with you?”
“Because I have a strong body and pleasant face and can give you great pleasure,” he said as if that were all that truly mattered to a woman. “And I control you now, Amara. I have claimed you. I am your master; you belong to me. Wouldn't it be better to simply give in and accept what I can give you in return?”
