Page 93 of Break the Ice
He inclines his head ’til his mouth’s aligned with mine and his breath tickles my lips. My tongue instinctively pokes out to swipe along the bottom one, a force of habit at the imagery conjured up.
His mouth on mine. His breath on my skin. His rough hands and rougher touch as he breaks me apart and makes me forget how much I’ve vowed to hate him.
“You want nothing to do with me, huh, Sugar?” he teases, and I shudder.
I close my eyes and try to turn my head away. He’s ready for it—his forefinger and thumb catch me by the chin and force me straight. He leans even closer, and I’m pressed even more against the tree trunk.
“You sure about that?” he asks. “Or do you really want me to fuck you right now? In the middle of nowhere? In the middle of this fucking dark forest where nobody can hear you scream?”
It’s so tempting. So tantalizing that I lick my lips again and feel my body brush against his, soft curves against hard muscle, as if to further entice him.
My breath quickens and it takes all the effort I have to do what I do next.
Knee him in the groin.
“Didn’t I say get away from me!?”
I’m panting from the very first step I take. I leap around him as he grunts and almost doubles over.
We’re past the midnight hour now. We’ve ventured into blackout afterhours, blinded by the darkness. Only sounds of the wilderness remain. Rustling trees and soughing wind that serve as my guide as I sprint away.
There’s no plan or foresight. I have no clue where the hell I’m going.
But I run anyway, putting as much distance between us as humanly possible. Brambles scratch up my skin. The mist invades my lungs and induces a sputtering cough. I slip and slide along the wet leaves and nearly trip over the serrated rocks on the ground.
The farther I run, the farther down a black hole it feels like I’m venturing. I’m operating off a dizzying mix of fear and thrill. I don’t dare look behind me.
Possibly why I never see him coming. Rafe shoots up out of nowhere and crashes into me from behind.
The fall is fast and hard, but somehow also safe. I find myself wrapped up by him, his arms banded around me and my legs trapped between his so that when we go down, we go down together. We land on a carpet of leaves and twigs with me tucked inside his embrace. In no way am I hurt by the fall, but it’s still enough to knock what remains in my airway out of me.
I cough and crawl, trying my damnedest to make a getaway.
Even now. Even on the ground with cold dirt mucking my skin.
Rafe’s level of determination surpasses anything I thought possible. As I attempt to skitter away, he grabs me by my ankles and drags me back toward him. I’m flipped over onto my back and he’s pinning me down, husking out ragged breaths as he tells me the last thing I want to hear in this moment.
The very same thing that makes my pussy clench.
“You don’t want me? Too fucking bad. Because I want you,” he pants, a tinge of madness about him. “You’re stuck with me. I’m playing to win and guess what, Sugar? You’re the fucking prize.”
Any impending screams of mine are silenced by his demanding lips. If it’s possible for a kiss to be feral, this would be it—nicks and bites that have me writhing under him, my heartbeat drumming hard against my chest. His teeth scrape against my skin, his tongue licks at my lips, his hand clenches shut around my throat.
He squeezes and kisses me hard enough to make me feel like I’m falling down the black hole we’re trapped in. There’s no end in sight as heat warms my flesh, yet my body shivers at the arousal washing over me.
I claw at him, kissing him in return. So wild I’m soon panting. We’re rocking in the dirt and leaves, creating delicious friction from the layers of clothes separating us.
There’s no room for patience and softness. Definitely no time for second thoughts now that the tension’s exploded.
Rafe takes me hard. It happens fast.
I’m flipped over a second time, back onto my stomach. My jeans are ripped off, followed by my panties. The wet earth feels spongy beneath my knees as Rafe drags back my hips and then spears into me whole. Instant pleasure pulses through me unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
I scream. A throaty sound that rings through the endless pitch-black night. Probably unheard by every other human being on the planet except for Rafe and I—the raw, lustful sound boomerangs back, an echo in the otherwise silent forest.
My own dark secret spoken back to me.
This game we’re playing where I give every part of myself to a man who might as well be the devil. Yet as he draws back, his grip bruising on my hips, I yearn for more. The second his fat dick’s retreating out of me, I’m mewling for its return. I’m clenching tight around him when it does.
