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“I imagined you saying her name…..you looking at her the way you look at me when you’re about to lose it.”
He took the less–used staircase two steps at a time.
Every upward movement rubbed me against the hard ridge of him. By the third landing I was biting back sounds and by the fifth I had given up entirely and was breathing broken, needy noises into the side of his neck while he climbed like the only thing that mattered was getting me behind a locked door.
“Connor, please touch me properly. Stop making me wait.”
“I’ll decide when that happens, not you.”
He shouldered the bedroom door open hard enough that it cracked against the wall, then crossed to the bed in three long strides and dropped me onto the mattress.
I bounced once, catching myself on my elbows, completely bare under the coat that looked stark black against my skin in the low bedroom light.
He stood at the foot of the bed and looked at me like he was deciding which part of me to ruin first.
My mouth went dry as heat pulsed low and insistent between my legs.
He reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt in a slow and deliberate manner, his eyes never leaving mine.
The fabric parted over hard muscle and the faint remaining edges of older marks. He shrugged it off and let it fall. The sight of his broad torso combined with the way he stood, a little tense and his eyes dancing with hunger made another rush of wetness slip down my thigh.
“You thought this was how I touched her,” he said quietly. “How I kissed her. How I made her fall apart on my fingers and my mouth and my cock.”
“Stop talking about her. I am not Lily” I grit my teeth. I hadn’t even gone that far and he was putting those images in my head that I wanted to burn away to oblivion.
“Obviously.” He replied and I wasn’t sure if he said that to offend or please me.
I sat up, reached for his belt, and yanked him closer by it. “Shut up and fuck me.”
A dangerous smile touched his mouth. “There she is, my little rebel”
Hearing him call me his made me shudder pleasantly.
He shoved me back down, climbed over me, and pinned both wrists above my head with one hand.
The other dragged down my body slowly moving down my throat, collarbone, the curve of one breast- before he lowered his head and bit the soft skin just above my nipple.
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I arched off the bed with a sharp cry. He sucked hard, leaving a deep mark, then moved to the other side and did it again while I twisted under him and tried to get any friction I could.
“Connor, please…”
“Please what?”
“I need you inside me. I’ve needed it for days.”
“Not yet.”
He released my wrists only long enough to push my thighs wider apart and undid the buttons of the coat to see me lying there all bare and naked for him.
I saw him suck in a breath, his gaze raking all over me and I could swear I heard him growl as well.
His mouth trailed lower going deliberately slowly over the soft plane of my stomach, the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I arched and struggled begging and cursing him in equal measure, almost going mad with anticipation.
And then as if he took pity on me, his fingers finally slid through the wetness between my legs.
He groaned when he felt how ready I was.
“So damn needy” He growled as two fingers pushed into me without warning.
I moaned, loud and helpless, the sound echoing off the walls. He curled his fingers and stroked that exact spot until my hips were lifting off the bed to meet every thrust.
“This is what you were scared of losing,” he reminded me, voice rough with restraint. “This is what you thought I was giving someone else while you sat there hurting. That’s why you followed me through half the
town”
“I…hate… you”
“You love this.”
He added a third finger and watched my face as I stretched around him, mouth open, eyes glassy.
“You love being spread open and desperate for me. You love when I make you wait. Say it.”
“Fuck you.”
He pulled his fingers out completely. The sudden emptiness made me whimper, high and broken.
“Wrong answer.”
Noooo! I cried out at the loss of the touch.
“Connor, why would you…”
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“Say it.”
I was shaking, trembling with need and
rage.
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He then brought his fingers closer to his mouth and inhaled deeply before flicking his tongue out to lick them clean.
I stared at him aghast.
“You wouldn’t leave me like this” I tried to state it but it came out more as a desperate, broken question.
He began to push away from the bed like what we were doing didn’t affect him in the slightest.
Pride warred with need and lost in spectacular fashion.
“I love it.” I blurted out and he stopped.
“I… love when you do this to me. I thought about it every night you ignored me. I hated imagining you with anybody else. I hated that I still wanted you anyway. Please, just fuck me—”
I wasn’t sure if it was the drug Bob had mixed in my glass that was making me behave this way or something else.
But I wouldn’t be able to sleep if he left me like this so I begged for his touch, his cock.
Thankfully, he reached for me to kiss me hard, swallowing the rest of the plea, and finally freed himself from his pants.
The blunt, thick head of his cock pressed against my entrance. I gasped at that touch but he didn’t push in right away.
He held there, teasing, sliding just the tip through my wetness while I tried to rock down onto him and failed because of the ruthless way he pinned my hips to the bed.
“Look at me.”
I did because I couldn’t look anywhere else either way.
“You’re mine,” he warned me in a low and absolute voice.
“Not because of any arrangement or trial. But because you climb into my lap when you’re angry and your body opens for me like it was made for this and no one else. Understand?”
I nodded, “I’m yours.”
He thrust into me in one deep, claiming stroke.
The stretch burned in the best possible way.
I cried out, nails digging hard into his shoulders.
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