“Do you trust me, Gemma?”
I have no idea. I want to. I don’t have any reason not to, but find I can’t answer him.
My needy body is responding to every word he’s saying while my mind is screaming at me to get out of here. It’s telling me over and over that he’s playing with me, yet my weeping sex is yelling at me to shut the hell up and let him have me.
He grips my shoulder, gently pulling me forward an inch, and turns me so I’m facing the wall.
“Stay? Or run?” he asks, mirroring the thoughts in my head. “Trust me or trust them?”
Trust them? Who? The public? The people outside of the world I now find myself immersed in?
I really want to ask him, but I don’t have the chance because he’s urging me closer to the wall. “Put your hands up on the brick.”
Thoroughly confused and shaking, I raise my hands, placing them flat against the wall. It feels as though I have no choice but to obey him, and then he’s all up on me.
His hands smooth up my naked back on both sides of my spine to my shoulders, which he squeezes for a moment, right before twisting his fingers into my hair, tightly gripping it. I gasp at the unexpected bite of pain.
“You don’t know if you should trust me, do you?” He crowds in against me, pushing his hard cock through his pants against my ass. “That’s probably smart. You’re trembling.”
He’s right. I am.
“You’re trying to scare me,” I whisper.
“I’m trying to warn you,” he admits.
If it’s possible, his voice dips lower, so low that I can feel it stroke between my thighs.
“I’m not what you want, Gemma. You seem to be confused and struggling to understand who I am, but shouldn’t you be questioning yourself? Why wouldyouwant someone likeme?”
I squirm against him and try to fight against the grip in my hair.
“Let me go,” I tell him. I want to leave and get away from him and the words coming from his mouth. He is hitting too close to home.
“I would…” He pauses for a moment, and I hear a belt unbuckling. I know what he’s about to do. My body wants it, but my head is telling me toget the fuck out. “But I don’t want to,” he whispers.
Swallowing, I try as hard as I can to push back off the wall.
In my mind, I imagine telling him I don’t want this. That he needs to let me go. But I find I can’t say a word, and his hand loosens my hair.
His whole body is flush up against me, and I move slightly. My breasts are pressed against the chilled wall while his hands trap mine at my sides. It’s like he’s trying to crawl inside of me.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he rasps into my ear.
His voice is edgy and almost sinister in its frustration, but what frightens me the most is that I can’t explain why it makes my body clench so hard that I almost come.
Releasing my arms, he slides his hands around both sides of my hips to cover my mound. Pressing my hot cheek against the wall, I start to pant as I try to sound believable, needing to convince him and myself. “I don’t want it.”
But I moan as his hand slides down between my thighs and I feel his hard cock throbbing insistently against my ass crack.
“Yes, you do. You just don’t want to admit it. Don’t lie to me, Gemma. Tell me the truth. Tell me you want me.”
As he voices one of my biggest fears, I feel two of his fingers slide down over my distended clit through my soaking-wet lips. I can’t stop the words that come out of my mouth then.
“I want you.” But instinctively I shift a little, bringing my legs together and I feel his mouth on my shoulder.
“No. Keep them apart so I can get inside of you.”
Biting my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming, I leave them where they are, but still, his fingers start to push into me.
