“How generous,” I chirped, sarcasm sweetening my words.
He stopped walking, jerking me roughly into his body, his finger lifting my chin. “Generous, little fox is me fucking your ass while your pussy takes a breather. Reward is me filling your throat with my cum provided your sassy mouth can work my cock for less than an hour.”
Stunned, I searched for anger, but his filthy words had the opposite effect, and I bit my lip to keep the arousal locked in. Shocked by my body’s reaction, I squeezed my thighs hoping he wouldn’t notice.
“And that soaked panty…” He arched a brow, challenging me to prove him wrong.
Oh, God, how did he know these things? How was he so aware of my thoughts or his effect on my body without me saying a word?
“Is obedience.” His lips teased mine, the touch so soft, I was sure I’d imagined it. Only, the lingering graze of the lip ring said otherwise. “Your words might fight me, but your body will willingly submit. Always.”
God, his arrogance was something. Squirming, I pushed against his chest. His arm around my waist tightened, closing any gap that existed between our bodies. I felt every rigid muscle from his chest to thighs. Heat began in my core slowly building to settle in cheeks. That foreign ache between my legs intensifying with each breath.
“Never.” Even I had to admit the whispered denial was unconvincing. I was feeling things I hadn’t experienced with another man.
He slanted his head to one side, studying me. “Amazing, isn’t it?”
“What?”
Instead of an answer, he lowered his hands to cup my ass, squeezing the soft flesh at the same time lifting me to rub over the defined rod in his pants. Our eyes locked, he raised me higher, forcing my legs to seek purchase around his hips the same time he shoved me backward. The grind of his cock against my pussy had a far more suggestive effect on the air rushing out of my lungs than my back hitting the wall.
I groaned, a distinctly erotic sound I’d never heard before, not giving any thought to his control as his mouth crashed over mine. There was nothing gentle or sweet about how he devoured my lips. His kiss was aggressive and demanding. Primal. Frantic. So hard, so forceful I could taste the copper tang of blood as his teeth grazed my lips, that lip ring just adding to the intensity, his tongue rolling and exploring my mouth as though he were starved for my taste. So damn sexy.
“That your need for me is far greater than your hatred yet you try to deny me.” His breathing as uneven as mine, he answered my question when he released my mouth.
“No,” I rasped.
He thrust up and I felt his thick cock through my pants. Another breathy moan slipped past my lips. He brushed his mouth over mine, running the tip of his tongue the shape of my lips before tugging the bottom one with his teeth.
“Remo.” Unbidden, his name fell from my mouth, the word far huskier than I would’ve wanted.
He dipped his head. “I like my name on your lips,” he murmured, his voice a tad softer than mine, the brush of hischest on my nipples making my breath hitch. “But I’ll love it even more when they’re screaming it as I fuck every hole in this beautiful body.”
I should’ve been disgusted with the way my body reacted to his words. But I was beginning to believe that where Remo Rossi was an expert at manipulation, I was fast becoming a sucker for attention. Not everyone’s though. Just this walking, talking six feet something of filthy sin. And I didn’t even know him.
God, Ish, pull yourself together, you’ve never behaved this idiotically before.
Forcing every ounce of strength I possessed, I pushed against his embrace and slid my legs down to the floor. He released his hold on me and stood back. Clearly not prepared for the wobbly legs I wasn’t expecting, I grabbed onto Remo’s arm. He chuckled and I glared at him, hating the truth of his last words.
“How many men do I have to fuck out of you?”
“About the same number of women you fucked,” I sassed.
“Wrong answer, little fox.” I wasn’t prepared for that predatorial transformation. One minute he was smiling, and the next, he grabbed me around the waist and with a quick flip of his arm, tossed me over his shoulder.
“Put me down.”
He smacked my ass hard and I exhaled on curse, remembering his previous punishment. Upstairs, he entered a bedroom and threw me on the bed. On the second bounce, Remo grabbed my ankle, dragged me to the edge of the bed and literally tore my scrubs off me, leaving me in my bra and panties. Shocked, I gaped at him and then tried to scurry backward, but he was on me in a flash.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I barely had a moment to breath before I found my hands cuffed to the headboard.
“Again? Seriously?” I grumbled.
“No foreplay this time.” He grinned, a smile that would’ve been considered demented by some if not connected to the sexy man in front of me.
His eyes roved over my body, the blue irises sporting a voracious glint before they fell to the scars on my abdomen, his gaze shuttered for a moment. Once more, I felt shame ignite my cheeks, instinct telling me to cover them, but the cuffs holding my wrists prevented the gesture, leaving me exposed in a way that should’ve terrified me.
Instead, his hand found my waist, his thumb tracing the jagged lines with a gentleness that stole my breath. “Don’t fight it,” he murmured. “I don’t want perfection. I want you. Every scar, every breath, every fucking piece of you.” When he looked at me then, the darkness in his eyes had morphed into something resembling reverence, and I suddenly felt comfortable in my own skin, the shame dissolving under the weight of his acceptance. “Now I take what’s mine.” And just like that he went from a man I couldn’t fathom to the sexy monster I’d come to know.
