Page 32 of Kidnapped Bride

“I hate you,” she whispered.

“I don’t think you really do… I think you're lying to yourself, Princess."

I pinched her nipple lightly and she arched, a choked moan slipping out before she could swallow it. The sound went straight to my cock.

She tried to twist away again, but I followed her movement, pressing my hips down so she could feel every inch of me. “So, do you want to fuck me or kill me?"

“Both,” she bit out.

I chuckled and leaned in to kiss the side of her neck. She tilted her head away, but not fast enough. My mouth found the spot just below her ear and I sucked gently, then bit. Her hips jerked up against me.

“Stop making me feel this,” she gasped.

“Feel what?” I murmured against her skin.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she yanked one wrist free and shoved at my shoulder. I let her, curious whether she'd actually pull away from me, and she used the momentum to roll us. Suddenly, she was on top, straddling me, breathing like she’d just run a mile. Her hands pressed down on my chest as she glared down at me.

I settled my hands on her hips, thumbs stroking the bare skin where her T-shirt had bunched up. “This better?” I asked, pulling her down onto my lap.

“Shut up.” She rocked forward experimentally, then caught herself and froze. The heat of her core dragged along my length and her eyes widened slightly.

I didn’t move. I just watched her face, letting her feel the power she thought she had right now.

Her hands curled into fists on my chest. “I don't know why you get me so worked up and why I let you do this to me."

“Look at me," I told her, gripping her jaw so she had to look at me.

She did, reluctantly. But her eyes were glassy with frustration and pain.

“I’m not going to take anything you don’t give me, Kira." I cleared my throat and brushed my thumb over her lower lip, pulling it down until it sprang back. "I would never do that to you. But I want you to know what I'd like to do with you, if you want it." I ground upward again and she whimpered.

Her body was definitely voting for sex even if her mind hadn't caught up yet.

“I want…” She stopped and swallowed. Her hands slid up to my shoulders. “I want you. But I hate you for making me want you.”

Her consent made a primal growl vibrate up out of my chest as I flipped us again, laying her back down. This time when I kissed her, she didn't turn away. She met me halfway, teeth nipping at my bottom lip hard enough to sting. I groaned into her mouth and she swallowed the sound, kissing me deeper, like she was trying to punish me with how good it feels.

My hand slipped under her T-shirt again, pushing it up until I could pull it over her head. She lifted her arms to help, then immediately tried to cover herself like she was embarrassed by how much she wanted this. I caught her wrists and pinned them to the bed beside her head.

“Don’t hide from me.”

“I hate this,” she whispered, even as her back arched when I lowered my mouth to her breast.

I licked over her nipple, then sucked it into my mouth, rolling it with my tongue until she was panting. Her legs wrapped around my waist again, heels digging into my back like she was trying to pull me inside her already.

I moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention while my free hand slid down her stomach and into the waistband of the boxers. She was soaked. The moment my fingers brushed her folds she whimpered and rocked into my touch.

“Fuck, Kira,” I breathed against her skin. “You’re dripping for me.”

“Shut up,” she moaned, but I got the sense it was her asking for more, not really pushing me away.

I circled her clit slowly, teasing, learning exactly how she liked it. Her hips chased my fingers every time I pulled back. When I slid one finger inside her she clenched around me. It did things to my mind. I wanted to be in her.

“More,” she demanded, voice breaking.

I added a second finger, curling them just right, as her head fell back against the pillow. She rode my hand, chasing the pleasure while I watched her face the whole time—flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes half-lidded with lust and frustration.

“I hate how good you are at this,” she gasped.