“Excuse me?A word, please,”I growled.
“Of course. I’m all ears. What’s up?” the man asked, seeming genuinely thrilled that I wanted to talk to him.
I scowled. “Alone.”
He brightened even further, leaping to his feet. I tried my best not to actively flinch at how much bigger he was than me.
“Abso-fucken-lutely.” He beamed, stalking toward me. I immediately retreated from the kitchen, walking as swiftly as I could to put some distance between us and my mother.
The second we were alone in the hall, I turned to give this asshole a piece of my mind but jumped when I found he was already crowding me.
“What are you—” I rasped as he thrust me back against the wall hard enough that one of the still life paintings rattled.
The crown molding dug into my back, and the man’s hands slid up my bare abdomen and over my chest as he pushed into me harder. His lips grazed my ear, and he released alow, rumbling sound from deep inside his chest that made my stomach flip over.
“Couldn’t wait to get me alone, baby?” he purred, and he grazed a thumb tenderly over my jaw.
“What the fuck!? Get off me!” I snarled, slamming my hands into his chest and struggling to push him away. He pulled back slightly, meeting my gaze head-on and swiping his tongue over his bottom lip. Instead of letting me go like I had asked, he wedged his leg between my knees and ground his pelvis against me.
“Awe. Come on, Ryan, don’t play hard to get. Where’s that hard-on you had for me yesterday?”
My flesh erupted in goosebumps as my first name rolled off his tongue. It was the first time he had called me Ryan, and my blood flashed cold with fear.
He knew so much personal stuff about me, but I knew nothing about him. I didn’t even know his name or what he wanted from me.
“That wasn’t aboutyou,jackass. I’m straight,” I snapped, though my traitorous dick chose that moment to remind me that it was activated by fear, and this guy was scaring the shit out of me.
I felt myself swell in my soft cotton pants, and it wasinsanelyobvious. I wasn’t even wearing boxers. My face flushed beet red as I realized my mistake.
Why hadn’t I gotten dressed before coming downstairs? He literally told me he was coming back in the morning!
The intruder glanced down between us, where my rock-hard cock was straining against the front of my pants, and he laughed.
Helaughed!
“Mmmhmm. SooOOoOoo straight, mortuary boy. Maybe tell that to your boner. It seems to have missed the memo.”
“Getoff!”I snarled.
“I plan to.” He smirked.
I shoved his chest as hard as I could. He barely budged, but he moved enough that I was able to cock my fist back and send a punch directly for his face.
He let out a surprised burst of laughter, ducking to the side and causing me to miss.
He used my own movement against me and whipped me across the hall by my wrist, effortlessly pushing me forward into the opposite wall.
I cursed as he barreled into me from behind, twisting one arm behind my back as he pushed me face-first into antique wallpaper.
He crushed his hips into me, forcing my cock to rub against the wall, and a whimper escaped my lips.
He had a hard-on now too, and he ground his dick against my ass in one long stroke before literallynippingmy lobe.
“I like that sound,” he whispered in my ear as I struggled against his grip. He chuckled and pressed against me harder. I felt the deep rumble of his voice all the way in my bones, and I caught myself inhaling the musk of his cologne as his breath skated over the side of my neck.
My cock throbbed in response to the thrilling sense of fear that was coursing through me, causing me to groan as he ground into me again. I jerked, trying my best to kick back into his balls, but the way he had me positioned against him made it impossible. I was literally leaking in my pants, and my heart was pounding in terror at the fact that I couldn’t get him off me.
“Please,” I finally whispered, and he ran the tip of his nose up the back of my neck, his voice laced with heated amusement.
