My mouth comes down on hers, and this time, the kiss is claiming. With both my hands, I hold her face and use my thumbs under her chin to tilt her head back. She moans, and when her lips part, I sweep my tongue inside and claim her there too. I’m too aggressive in the way I kiss her, but I can’t stop. My need to possess her after I thought she denied me is all-consuming. I’ve got to stake my claim and mark her before she has a chance to try and be free of me.
“You’re mine,” I say through clenched teeth as I pull back and look her in the eyes. “I don’t give a fuck if my mom tells the world. And by the time we see her again, I’m going to make sure you’re mine in every way imaginable.”
Chapter 11
Sadie
I’m never at a loss for words because I’m the type of person that could go on forever. My responses are normally quick and often with a jab to them of some kind. They can be funny or because I meant to land a verbal blow.
No doubt it’s because of my mother and the fact that my major in college was dominated by men. It might not be a compliment to my dad, but I knew I would never let anyone verbally abuse me. Seeing the two of them, I knew what I wouldn’t tolerate and that I would fight back. Now it’s all I seem to know, but clearly, that isn’t always the answer.
My mom was always tossing out small remarks about my dad, but he would never do the same. Not in front of me at least. I did it for him, so I've had years of practice, but right now I’ve got nothing.
Then again, I didn’t think Ari would have ever said those words to me. Not in a million years. Any guard I had up is long gone, and it took almost nothing for him to knock me on my ass. Not in a bad way either.
“Sadie.” Ari nips my bottom lip, and it still tingles from his possessive kiss.
I didn’t know a kiss could feel like a brand, but that’s what this was. Should I be scared or turned on? I suppose my body already knows because both are coursing through my veins. My brain is the only one having a problem keeping up.
“That’s me,” I breathe.
Ari’s lips twitch at my lame response, and it only shows him how much more ground he has than I do.
“Cat got your tongue, shorty?” he teases me, and I shake my head.
“You had it.” When he slipped his past my parted lips, I found myself doing the same. He lured me right in.
I wanted to taste him the same way he tasted me and to make his mouth tingle too. I’m sure to him I was inexperienced, but I tried to give it as good as he gave it to me. I’m not one to back down unless it’s clear the battle is one I can’t win. With Ari, I’m still on the fence, even with his confession. Damn, the things he said made my whole body heat up.
“I did.” He licks the seam of my mouth before thrusting his tongue back in again. I whimper as my fingers dig into the front of his shirt because I need something to cling to.
“What are you doing to me?” I ask when he finally releases my mouth. No matter how hard I kiss him back, he’s still always in control.
My body is no longer mine, and I love it. Really it should have me running since I’m used to being the one to take control or fight back. It’s freeing letting Ari lead, and I crave it in a way I didn’t know was possible.
“Giving you what we both need,” he says as I wrap my legs around him and he lifts me up.
His mouth never leaves my body as he carries me through the house, and I have a feeling I know where we’re going. A thrill runs through me because I dreamed about him being in his bed with me last night, and now I’m about to experience it.
“What are we doing?” I stupidly ask. I don’t know why, but I need to hear it from him.
He said I was his, and it was the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. Right now, I want more of that reassurance. It scares me to let go and fall into him because I know firsthand that the people that should love you don’t always follow through. Or at least the way they should. A love with strings or to get something in return isn’t love at all.
My parents' relationship scared the hell out of me because there was always tension from lies and resentment, but I never understood why. If my mother trapped my dad into being with her by getting pregnant, I honestly don’t think he’d be resentful of that. In fact, I know he wouldn’t. He and I have always been a team.
I’m not used to seeing a man passionately wanting a woman other than what I’ve read in books or seen on TV. The desire and need bubbling between us is indescribable.
“I told you. You’re not leaving here without everyone knowing you’re mine.” I let out a small gasp when he reaches between us and pulls my panties down my legs, tossing them away. “Oh fuck,” he groans, and I feel his warm breath on my neck.
“What’s wrong?” My heart starts to pound more than it already was because I don’t know what he means by that groan. It’s different from the others, but my worry fades when his big hand cups my sex.
“Why are you bare?” He buries his face in my neck, and his breathing gets heavier. For a second, I think something might be wrong.
I suddenly realize he’s so turned on he’s losing control, and I want to see it. Reaching up, I pull on his hair to get him to look at me. When he does, I can see his eyes are wild.
“Sadie.” There is a warning laced around my name, and it sends a hot shiver down my spine.
Although I thought Ari was handsome before, there's something about this feral look that’s driving me wild. This is all for me, and I’m the one doing it to him. It feels powerful, yet I’m the one that’s vulnerable.
