Page 6 of Rock On

And based on the wicked gleam in his eyes, the bastard knew it.

“What’s the matter, babe?” The term of endearment sounded more like a threat coming from him. “You embarrassed about how you like it? Or did Carter soothe the dirty right out of you?”

“Go to hell!” I reached my hand out to slap him, but he was too quick for me, grabbing my wrist and yanking me against him.

“I’m already there,” he growled, his fingers squeezing my wrist painfully.

Except I liked it.

There was nothing better than being manhandled by Tommy.

The rougher the better.

Our sex life had been over-the-top and exciting, adventurous and aggressive.

He’d taught me to love it, and then he’d left me to crave it.

And he was looking at me now as if he knew it.

As if he’d somehow planned this.

I was damned if I’d let him see how much I still wanted it, though.

“Let me go,” I hissed angrily.

“Or what?” His face was expressionless as he gazed into my eyes. “I dare you to tell me you don’t like it.”

“I don’t like it,” I whispered.

But it was a lie and we both knew it.

My body betrayed me, shivering and pressing against him, as if it knew what was coming.

Even before I did.

“Liar.” Tommy’s voice was a whispered sneer. “Your breath is choppy, you keep licking your lips, and your nipples are hard enough to cut steel.” He didn’t wait for me to respond, reaching out and rubbing his thumb against one of them.

Oh, yeah. My nipples were hard as fuck, and his touch only made it worse.

“Tommy...” I would have moved his hand away, but it felt good. Too good. So good I didn’t want it to stop. No matter how loudly my brain was screaming that I was an idiot, my body and soul didn’t give a shit.

He brought his other hand up, squeezing both breasts roughly. There was no doubt he wanted to hurt me, and even less doubt I would let him. If he wanted me, I wouldn’t stop him.

I couldn’t.

My need to be with him, even just one more time, was more than I could stand.

“Say no, Harley,” he grunted, pushing me back until I was pinned against the tree.

“I-I can’t.” My voice didn’t sound like my own.

“Say it.” He leaned down, nipping my lower lip with his teeth. “Tell me to stop or I’m not going to.”

A sob built in my chest, but the words wouldn’t come.

It had been so damn long.

“I won’t be nice,” he said, his mouth a whisper away from mine.

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