I have to get away.
I try to pull away, to get off him, to put some space between us, but his hands on my hips tighten, holding me in place. Impaled on his cock.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asks, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. "We're not done here."
My body's betrayal is instant.
I stop struggling. My anger, my frustration, my humiliation—it all melts away, replaced by a wave of lust and want.
I want to stay. I want him to hold me here. I want him to do whatever he wants to do to me.
"You want me to tell you what I want?" I grit out.
"Yes."
I glare down at him.
"I want you to flip me over and finish what you started," I say, my voice a low, challenging growl.
He arches a brow, an arrogant look on his face.
"No," he says, his voice soft but firm. "I'm not going to make this easy on you."
“You think this has been easy on me?” I ask, my voice a choked whisper.
I don't know what I was expecting. For him to finally give in? To put me out of my misery?
But that's not who he is.
That's not what attracted me to him in the first place.
"I know it hasn't been," he says, his voice low. "That's the point."
I want to scream.
Or cry.
Or both.
Instead, I slump against him again, my forehead resting against his chest, my body trembling with a mixture of frustration and exhaustion.
"I can't win with you," I murmur against his chest.
He lets me rest for a moment, his hands stroking my back in a slow, soothing rhythm.
Then he speaks again, his voice a low, hypnotic murmur against my ear.
"You're trying so hard to win, Erica," he says, his fingers tracing the line of my spine. "This isn't a battle. There's nothing to win. This is about what you want, what you need."
He pauses, letting the words sink in.
"What do you need?" he asks again, his voice a soft, insistent whisper.
He doesn't let me answer.
Instead, he's rolling us, flipping me over onto my back in one smooth, powerful movement that leaves me breathless. The newangle pushes his cock deeper inside me, stealing the air from my lungs in a choked gasp.
My legs fall open instinctively, an invitation, a surrender my brain didn't authorize.
