I hold up a hand. “Wait a minute. You know I’ve been drinking.”
His chuckle heats the room. “I do.” He plants one hand on my upper chest and pushes.
I fall back on the bed, and in a second, he swipes the skirt and thong down my legs to toss on the floor. “Wait-wait a second.”
“No.” He drops to his knees and presses his face into my pussy, breathing deep. “I’ve craved your scent all fucking day.”
Wetness spills from me. That should not be a turn on. It’s wrong. He’s all wrong. I’ve screwed up big time. “All right.” I use one hand to push myself to sit again and try to close my thighs.
He looks up, frowning like a treat has been taken away. Keeping my gaze, he sinks his teeth into my thigh.
The erotic bite sends pain and then a burning pleasure through my body. I slap his head. “What is it with you and biting?” Without waiting for an answer, I tunnel my fingers into his hair and grab a good chunk. “You need to listen to me.”
He turns his head, scraping me with the bristle on his jaw. Then, shocking me, he leans back, still crouching between my legs. “I’m listening.”
My throat closes and I release him. He’s listening? Even with his face shrouded by darkness, his eyes gleam. “Um. This is a mistake.”
“This is inevitable.” Even the dark confidence in his tone is arousing.
I scrub both hands down my face. I did this on purpose. I want him. Have I ever wanted a man this much? Is it the danger? Or am I just curious? “This is just sex,” I murmur, relaxing. Okay.
“This is more,” he returns.
I jolt and drop my hands to the bed, curling my fingers into the plush comforter. “You don’t need to say that.” I’m sure he’s full of the perfect expressions to get women into bed with him. I’m just a number, and I’ll make him that as well. A little voice in the back of my head calls me a liar. He’s one of a kind. Good or bad, right or wrong, he’s unique. “I don’t need lies.”
“You were made for me, Rosalie. Whether you like it or not.” His hands land on my legs, his thumbs digging into my inner thighs.
Romantic words that I don’t require. Or want. “I don’t need a seduction, Alexei.” We have to be on the same page.
His thumbs dig in more, certainly bruising me, and he spreads my legs. “You think this is a seduction? Baby, you’ve been with the wrong men.”
I tighten my hold on the comforter to keep from falling back. “Then what is this?”
He ducks and runs his face along my abused thigh, ending right back up where he started, sucking my clit into his mouth.
Electricity arcs through me, even singeing my ears. Then he goes at me with teeth, tongue, lips, fingers—showing absolutely no mercy. My arms begin to tremble and then give out. I fall onto my back.
With a pleased hum against me, he grips my butt with both hands, squeezing and bringing me off the bed to his mouth. It’s too much. I’m so close, God, he’s good at this. I can’t think. Every time I’m right there, he changes his angle or bites me, stopping the orgasm right as it awakens. He’s brutal. Devastating. Infuriating.
My head thrashes on the bed, and I blindly reach for a pillow to shove over my face. The men in my boarding house might be mostly deaf, but I’m about to scream. I know it.
If he lets me.
At least three fingers inside me, twisting and turning, he bites my clit.
I shriek into the pillow, detonating into shards of me that might never fit back together again. Shocking wave after wave barrels through me, sparking the world into fire. He forces me to ride the flames until I finally come down, my body limp and weak. Even then, he licks me, getting his fill. I shudder, unable to move. Unable to stop him. Finally, he releases me and stands, removing his belt. Then his jeans and boxers.
I can’t think.
He grasps my thighs and flips me over, yanking me back onto my knees. My hands struggle to find purchase on the destroyed bedspread. His fingers bruise my hips. “Rosalie? You asked what this was.” He shoves into me with one brutal push.
Pain that rapidly turns to white hot pleasure explodes throughout me. One I’ve never felt before. God, he’s huge. Overwhelming me.
He leans over, his mouth at my ear. “This is a claiming.” He bites the shell of my ear and stands, gripping my hips. Then he doesn’t move. Just stands there, in full control of us both, his cock pulsing inside me. I can feel the demand. The control he has is terrifying. A shiver licks up my back, trying to warn me. But it’s too late.
Deep inside me, deeper than he is, I know it’s too late. For what, I’m not sure. Not yet.
Need builds inside me, and I can’t believe his strength. Control is the only word for it. How is he not moving? I can help but clench around him.
