“That’s what your struggling does to me.” He did it again, pressing harder. “Fight me. I want to feel you squirm.”
I held myself rigid instead. “Go fuck yourself,” I mouthed off, despite the hammering of my heart against my ribs.
“Such bravery for someone who’s about to feel my cock in her ass. I’m sure it will be tight fit.”
I swallowed repeatedly, trying to dislodge that sudden fear in my throat and forced myself to calm down. “What do you want from me?”
“To see your pussy.”
“What?” A nervous laugh slipped out.
“I want to see my mark on you.”
“No.”
I heard him breathe in deeply. “I’m not a good man, little fox. I never ask for consent, I take. So let me in or I’ll rip off your clothes, fuck you against this glass and I don’t care who the fuck watches us.”
“You wouldn’t.” Annoyance filled desperation coated my words.
“Try me,” he taunted.
My sigh heavy, I relaxed my body, allowing him to turn me around. Hands clenched at my sides, I kept my gaze riveted on his chest.
“Show me,” he ordered.
Nostrils flared, I bit my lower lip and clenched my fists. He stepped back, crossed his arms over his chest and watched me. Taking a deep breath, I gripped the hem of my top and lifted while I hooked my other thumb into the waistband of my pants and panty and pushed down, baring my mound to those evil eyes.
Heat stained my cheeks and I kept my eyes pinned to his chest, not wanting to witness the triumph I’d no doubt find on that ugly face.
Yeah right.
“Beautiful,” the single word was a whispered compliment, more lover than monster.
I ground my teeth to prevent retaliating with exactly what I thought of his handiwork. When he crouched in front of me, I jumped, letting go of the pants, the soft elastic snapping against my skin.
He looked up, his glare warning me not to defy him. Rolling my eyes, I slid my pants back down. He moved closer and Istilled, feeling his warm breath on my skin. To anyone watching, this scene would appear intimate, sexy, a man going down on his woman, to me though, I wanted to jab my knee into his face until it hurt.
Slowly, he stood and I released the hold on my pants, fighting the urge to kick him. Once more, he placed his palms on either side of my head then insisted on ghosting his lips along the arch of my neck. I tried to hold myself rigid and failed, feeling him in parts I didn’t want to.
He noticed. “Such a pity, little fox. I’m barely touching you.” His fingertips trailed a path down my arm, inciting goosebumps. “And you’re a trembling, whimpering mess,” he whispered in my ear.
My eyes flew open, unsure when I’d closed them, aware I was shaking and that I was clinging to him, my fingers curled into his shirt. “It’s anger.” Annoyed with myself, I jerked back, dropping my hands and hating how breathy my voice sounds.
“Is it the anger that’s making your pussy wet too?”
“My pu…I’m not…It’s not!” I snapped, embarrassed. How could he possibly know that?
I tried to push him back, but he was like a mountain. Unmovable, rigid, towering. Slipping a hand around my waist, he pulled me into his body until I felt his hard length press against my stomach.
My eyes lifted to find his hooded gaze on me, dropping to my parted lips. He liked what he saw, I could feel it in the twitch of his dick.
“Such denial. The way a woman pants, flushes, and bites her lip, says a lot. You’re aching for me, pressing into me, desperate to get your pussy near my cock.” His voice was throaty with arousal. “Are you hiding something?” My brow shot up and a smirk pulled at his lips. “Maybe you want me to fuck you against this window right now.” I gasped and he chuckled, the soundlow and vibrating through the small space between us. “Perhaps you do have some dark urges,” he murmured, eyes dancing with amusement. “Dirty fantasies underneath that professional doctor façade?”
“You’re right.” I smiled sweetly, softening my tone until it was almost a purr. “Right now, I have an overwhelming urge to plunge a scalpel through your frontal lobe. Purely diagnostic, of course. Just to confirm there’s actually a human brain residing there.”
“By all means, doctor.” He let out a low laugh, his eyes darkly challenging. “Be warned, though, if you do find something, you might not like what it is.”
“Clearly insane,” I mumbled.
