Page 32 of Dare To Take

“I think you enjoy being my toy to play with.” He cups my breasts, and fondles my nipples, twisting them between his fingers.

Anger stirs beneath the pleasure that washes through my body. “Do you enjoy turning me into a whore?”

It’s so fucked up that we’re making each other feel good. He’s been a bastard to me from day one. I can’t forget that through the blissful haze of having his cock buried inside me.

“Enjoying sex doesn’t make you a whore.” Eli stares up at me and tugs on my nipples, sending a sharp dart of pain straight down to my core.

That’s not what everyone else thinks.

“How to please a rich man so I can get a ring on my finger, just like Elena.” The words flow without thought out of my mouth. “That’s what you think I want, right?”

I throw the taunts back in his face with a smile.

In one swift movement, he knocks me sideways and off him. I land on my side on the mattress, only to be flipped onto my front. Hands drag my ass up into the air, and Eli slams back into me hard. My cry of pleasure is half-muffled when my face is pushed down into the pillow. He fucks me roughly with long steady strokes. Eyes screwed shut, I savor the sensation, anticipating the building tension.

“You want me to fuck you like you’re a whore, Arabella?” There’s a bite to his voice. “Then take my fucking dick like the paid-for fucktoy you are.”

He’s using me just like I’m using him. He hates me, but I make him hard. My orgasm rolls through me. A few thrusts later, he follows me over, finding his release.

“Fuck,” he groans, and pulls out of me.

I roll onto my back, my entire body pulsing in euphoric mush.

Eli climbs off the bed, taking the spent condom off his cock. He’s naked from the waist down and I greedily take my fill of staring at him. Just as he returns from the bathroom, his phone rings.

He finds his jeans on the floor and pulls his cell out of his pocket. A smile curves his lips when he sees who’s calling and answers.

“Hello, Elena.”

My eyes widen at my mother’s name, and I press a hand over my mouth to muffle my giggle.

“She’s not answering her phone?” Eli strolls toward the bed, gaze locked with mine. “She says she has it on silent. That’s why she didn’t hear you calling.”

He reaches out and trails his fingers up my thigh. “We are working out our differences. Yeah, we’re talking things through.”

His fingers push into me, and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning.

“We won’t be back for dinner,” he continues. “In fact, we won’t be back tonight at all. I’ve promised to take her to the Americana Mall in Manhasset and do some Christmas shopping tomorrow, and it’s easier if we stay in a hotel.”

Americana Mall? I give him a questioning look.

He’s silent for a beat and then holds the phone out to me. “She wants to talk to you.”

I try to hold in my giggle. If she realizes I’m naked in a hotel with Eli there will be hell to pay.

I press the phone to my ear. “Hello?”

“I’m so happy you and Eli are getting along,” Elena gushes on the other end of the line.

Eli pulls my legs apart. His gaze burns into mine up the length of my body.

“We’re talking a lot,” I tell her, as he lowers his head. My mouth drops open in a silent moan at the first lick of his tongue over my clit.

“So, you’re no longer fighting?” my mother asks.

He licks me again.

“N-no. Not fighting.”

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