She bucks her hips. “Pissoff.”
“Princess,” I growl.
“Dipshit,” she scowls back, bucking again. The movement pushes me deeper inside her, andI grit my teeth as my dick jerks. I’m not going to back down. Sheneedsto get this through her head. I’m too scared of what will happen if she doesn’t.
I almost had a heart attack when she started mouthing off in front of the cameras this evening. For a second, I actually wondered if what was happening was real, or some sort of sick nightmare conjured up by my twisted mind. Unknowingly, she was increasing the risk X posed a hundredfold. In a country where he could very easily purchase any number of weapons to kill her. And there wasn’t anything I could do about it. I haven’t felt so utterly helpless since our time in captivity. Yes, I feel bad about manhandling Briar, but that wouldn’t have been necessary if she’d justlistened to me.
I press even closer to her, thrusting in so deep that my aching balls crush painfully against her pelvis. “When I tell you to trust me, youdo it.Do you understand me?”
She rolls her eyes. “Oh, shut up. I do trust you.”
“Youobviouslydon’t—”
“Not with my public image, no. But I trust you with my body. Hey, I’ve been practising my kegels. Wanna see?”
She clenches, and I can’t help but shout as her muscles clamp down, squeezing me.
“Touch me,” she whispers, brushing her lips against my cheek. “Just touch me, Matt. Make me come.”
I shake my head, turning to glance out of the window. LA unfurls under us, lit up like a circuit board.
Briar sighs. “If I didn’t trust you, you wouldn’t be inside me right now.” At my next thrust, she bears down again. My dick feels like it’s about to explode.
I groan. “It’s not enough.”
She rubs up against me, animal-like, and I feel her thighs shaking. She’s right on the edge.
I stop moving, suddenly going still inside her. I can feel sweat dripping down the back of my neck. My cheeks are hot, my heart is beating out of my chest, my balls are heavy and straining for relief.
I reach up and cup her cheek. Her hips twitch desperately against me.
“Say it.” I command. The hand falls from her cheek down to her chest. I stroke her breast, my fingers dancing along the heavy curve.
She narrows her eyes. “Fuck off.”
I dip my head and start sucking down her tits. Briar sobs, her body squirming and bucking, desperate to end this, to let herself go. But I won’t let her. I lick her nipple slowly, looking up at her as she grits her teeth and quivers in my arms. She looks like she’s fighting the urge to scream.
“Say it, Briar.” My voice is low and unsteady. “Say you trust me to take care of you. Say that the next time I tell you to do something, you’ll do it. Without question.”
“Two. Different. Things,” she pants.
I flick my tongue over her little pink bud, and she winces like it hurts. “Not in this business. Say it.”
“God, Matt. Ican’t.” Her breathing is ragged now, her chest heaving against my face. I can feel her channel fluttering and contracting uselessly around me as her body strains for stimulation that isjustout of reach. She lets one hand fall from my shoulder, cupping my full balls. I let out a strangled noise and press my face into her soft cleavage.
“Oh, shit, Briar,” I mutter, breathlessly. “What the Hell are you doing to me?”
“Let me come,” she orders, her voice weak, and I shake my head, pressing her harder into the glass. We’re like two wolves wrestling for dominance, snapping at each other’s necks, fighting to be alpha. Thunder rumbles through the window, and Briar closes her eyes.
“I promised myself,” she confesses. “I promised that I’d n-never l-let someone else control me again.”
“Why?” I demand.
“People,” she has to heave in a gasp as I shift slightly, a look of tortured pleasure crossing her face. “People manipulate me every day. They have done since I was thirteen. The director. The studio. Fans, managers, agents, brands. When I was a kid, I let myself get talked into things I never, ever wanted to do.”
I stare at her.“You?”
She laughs. “I wasn’t always like this, Matt. When I was younger, I was a people-pleaser. A doormat. You’ve never met a kid m-more desperate to be liked. I did whatever they asked.”
