Page 38 of Carnival Obsession

I shake my head, crossing my arms over my chest defensively. “I’m not doing that, Lars. You can’t just order me around like this.”

His jaw clenches, and he grabs my wrist, yanking me toward him. “You don’t understand, princess,” he growls, his face mere inches from mine. “You’re mine now. And when I tell you to do something, you do it.”

I try to pull away, but his grip is like iron. “Let go of me, Lars,” I demand. “I’m not some toy for you to play with.”

He releases my wrist, but his eyes never leave mine. “Strip,” he says again, his voice low and menacing. “Or I’ll do it for you.”

“Fuck off, Lars!” I snarl, my anger boiling over. I turn on my heel, determined to put some distance between us.

But before I can take more than a step, Lars’s hand closes around the back of my neck, yanking me back toward him with a force that makes my knees buckle. My heart hammers in my chest as I find myself face-to-face with him again.

His eyes burn fiercely, and before I can utter another word of protest, his lips crush against mine. My body stiffens instinctively, and his grip on my neck tightens, preventing my escape.

Lars’s hand curls around my wrist. “I told you to strip.”

I struggle against him. “Get off me, Lars! This isn’t a game. You can’t treat me like this!”

His thumb strokes my pulse point. “You’ve been mine since the moment we met. Don’t fight it.”

My body shudders as his lips trail down my neck. “Stop,” I whisper.

Lars pulls back, studying my face with those dark eyes. Then, without warning, he unzips my dress roughly and yanks it down. My breath catches in my throat as the cool air caresses my bare skin.

Before I can react, Lars pulls off my bra in a swift motion. “You want this, princess. Don’t deny it.”

“No,” I pant. “I don’t want a psychopath.”

He chuckles, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.

“Please,” I whimper, my body trembling as he cups my breasts again, his thumbs rubbing circles around my taut nipples.

“Are you begging me to stop or keep going?” he demands.

I breathe, my heart warring between the thrill of my body’s response to his touch and the warning bells clanging in my mind. This is wrong. So very, very wrong. I should push him away, kick him where it hurts, and run for my life. But something holds me back, something that keeps me rooted to the spot, my body trembling in his grasp.

“Lars, this is insane,” I whisper, my voice hoarse.

He chuckles, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “That’s the point, princess.”

His mouth crashes down on mine again, stealing my breath away. My body melts into his, a traitor to the uncertainty swirling in my mind. His tongue tangles with mine, demanding my submission. My hands, of their own volition, find their way into his hair, pulling him closer.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growls, his lips trailing down my neck.

I arch my back, my body yearning for more. I’ve never felt such raw, unchecked desire before. It scares me.

“Please,” I whimper, my hands moving to the waistband of his jeans.

Lars growls, his mouth finding mine again, his tongue plunging into my mouth as his fingers tease my wetness.

I moan into his mouth, my body bucking against his hand. His touch is rough and demanding, sending me into a frenzy. I can’t think, can’t breathe, can only feel the all-consuming need pulsing through me.

“You want this,” he growls against my neck. “Say it.”

My breath comes in ragged gasps as his fingers dive deeper, massaging my sweet spot. “Yes,” I whisper, my body bucking against his hand. “I want this.”

“You want me,” he corrects, his voice thick with desire.

“Yes,” I pant, my body on the edge of oblivion. “I want you.”

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