Page 35 of Bought By Sin

But then she furrowed her brow, snapping to with that defiant fight I fucking adored.

She pushed at me. Wiggled. Twisted. When she used her arms to free them and push at me, I grabbed them with one hand, using my body weight to trap her to the mat, and held both her hands above her head.

Panting harder and with more need so bright in her eyes, she frowned at me.

“Giving up already?” I teased. I dragged my mouth along her jaw, bringing my lips toward her ear. “Or are you not so sure you want to get away?”

“I…”

Please.

Don’t stop.

Finish that.

Tell me.

Tell me anything.

“I…” She shook her head until I closed my lips around her earlobe and sucked hard. The buck of her smaller body against mine wasn’t a faltering attempt to get away. It was instinct, more proof of how she responded to my touch.

“I…”

“What, Mila?” I whispered, kissing a slow path down her slender neck. Her chest rose and fell faster under me, and she did it. She gave it to me.

One of those sounds.

The quiet grunts of need.

The soft whimpers of being impatient.

“I…”

I leaned up to face her frown. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t that on-the-brink-of-panic expression I hated to see on her. “Tell me what you want.”

She shook her head.

“What I want doesn’t matter,” she whispered.

Lights turned off from the other side of the gym, the motion sensors killing them since we were the only ones in the entire facility now.

“What you want from me is all that fucking matters,” I argued in a low growl. To demonstrate how much I meant that, I closed the distance between us. I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t hold back a second longer. I had been riding the slow-burning ride too long and I was going to snap.

I sealed my lips over hers, stealing her breath and muffling her sound of surprise as I closed in on her. As I preyed on her. As I tempted her to submit.

Please.

Let me in.

She stiffened at first, but as I brushed my mouth over hers and ground my erection against her, she gasped. Moving against me and kissing me back slightly, she lost some of the tension in her body.

Please. Just like this. Let me in, Mila.

Her fingers uncoiled, and as she tipped her head and angled it to the side, I saw it as a sign of her acquiesce. Of that surrender I coveted and demanded.

Before I could scare her off, I reared back and reveled in the lust in her expression, the sweet sound of protest as she let out a noise. “Tell me what you want.”

“I… don’t know how.”