Was he seriously going to try something right after an outburst like that?
I found myself wondering what I should do if he did make a move. I could go along with it and let him make me feel good, or I could yell at him for being a psycho and kick him out. In either case, I knew Neil would somehow end up getting what he wanted. After all, he never stopped until he did.
He had something to tell me, and he wanted to communicate it through the only language he really understood—sex.
He began to approach me again, taking slow but decisive steps, and I held still, waiting for him. My breath came faster and faster as the air itself seemed to grow stormy in his presence.
Then, finally, he was right in front of me, my nose level with his chest. Neil towered over me, and I felt terribly small before him. He wasn’t trying to highlight our size difference or how powerful his body was compared to my much more petite one, but rather he was demonstrating his ability to always win over me, to dominate me, and to exert a masculine authority over me at will. No matter how much I tried to resist him.
“What do you want to do now? Use me?” I sneered at him, and he gave a soft, cruel little laugh.
Was it amusing for him how helpless I was?
“Quiet now,” he snapped, and my lip curled in disgust.
“If you want me, it has to bejustme!” I spat, and his eyes went wide. He looked unrecognizable.
His mind was somewhere far away, and his body was not saying “desire,” instead it was all intimidation and dominance.
In one firm motion, he grabbed my hair in his fist and pulled my neck back. It didn’t hurt, but he was holding me tightly. Then, he spun me around with a hard yank, and I found myself with my cheek plastered against the cold surface of the wall. My breasts were crushed painfully against it. All at once, I could feel his chest pressing against my back and his nose grazing the curve of my neck. He sniffed deeply, like an animal, and moved up to nibble on my earlobe. I moved slightly against him, trying to wriggle free, and Neil put his hand on my hip, squeezing my ass so possessively that I could feel his fingers sinking into my flesh.
“Are we back to this again? Is it going to be like when you took me hard on that desk to show me who was boss?” I asked drily.
My question went unanswered, though.
I could feel his breathing get ragged, and a pleased groan came from deep in his throat. Apparently, that memory really did it for him because he pressed his hips against my ass until I was completely flush with the wall. There was no longer the least bit of space between us.
I gave a faint moan of pain before going rigid when I felt his fingers gliding along the outside of my thigh, heading up under my skirt. His touch was delicate but also intractable and menacing. I should have pushed him away; I should have hated him for the totally unreasonable way he was acting, butinstead my nipples stiffened and a devouring heat rose from the bottom of my stomach all the way up to my chest.
“You’re wearing makeup. You put on a skirt…for him?” he whispered darkly.
Just what was he suggesting? That I was interested in Ivan or had maybe started something with him?
“So what if I did?” I jeered back at him. At the same time, I felt his finger slip underneath the edge of my panties.
“Hmm…lace…” he observed, close to my ear, feeling out the fabric with his fingers. I had skipped the cotton panties for once and dared to wear something a bit more sensual. But I’d had no idea what was about to happen to me. “I suppose you also wore this for your…captain, right?” he sneered, and I ground my teeth, insulted.
“You know what? Maybe I did. Maybe I was about to find out what he thought of them when you interrupted us.” It was a lie, of course. I couldn’t have brought myself to do anything like that. I just said it to provoke him, and I succeeded marvelously because Neil slapped my ass. Hard. I was propelled forward, my backside burning from the strike, but I didn’t have time to dwell on the pain because Neil was spinning me around to face him, tightening his fist around my hair. My shoulders banged painfully off the wall, but I didn’t care. His smell surrounded me, and I was forced to lift my eyes up to meet his.
Small as I was, I felt enveloped by his aura of darkness.
“Don’t play games with me, little girl,” he warned, sounding severe, and I continued staring into his eyes, trying to hide my fear. I would not allow him to ride roughshod over me again.
“Or what?” I challenged him, and something flared to life in his honey-colored eyes. Neil hated anything that felt like a slight, especially such an obvious one. He bent, perhaps to kiss me, but instead I bit down on his lower lip and pulled it, trapped between my teeth. He emitted a growl of irritation and tightened his grip on my hair.
And so the fight began.
When I finally released him, he winced and licked his wounded lip, which had started to bleed.
He didn’t look like he was in pain, however. He looked even more aroused than before.
“You really are a wild tigress,” he said in a seductive whisper, and the sound of his deep baritone only stoked my desire. All my insides lit up, burning like an unquenchable flame. “And I’ll bet you’re getting all hot and bothered as well,” he added with an insolent smile. I swallowed hard and didn’t answer. Iwashot and bothered, and Neil seemed determined to see proof of it.
He released my hair and used one hand to trap my wrists over my head. He snuck the other under my tight skirt and pulled the lace panties aside so he could stroke me. I blushed as his fingertips met my wet arousal. I forced myself to keep meeting his eyes steadily. I was determined to show him that no matter how pliable my body became for him, I was still capable of thinking clearly.
“Such a wicked Babygirl, getting soaked over so little…” he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them, staring at me all the while. He gave a groan of masculine relish, like the taste of me was driving him out of his head. He was trying to discomfit me, but I was determined not to let him take the upper hand. I wiggled my legs, trying to shake him off me, but he didn’t budge an inch.
He was too strong; I had to give up.
