Page 68 of Resisting Mr Black

I close my eyes at the beautiful torture he’s subjecting me to as warm, tingling tendrils of desire begin to snake their way up my body. “I’m yours.”

“Look at me,” he says firmly, withdrawing once more.

I snap open my eyes and fix on his scrutinising dark gaze.

His chest heaves as he drives his hips against mine and his eyes are hooded with lust. “I want to know everything about you. Please, promise you’ll tell me.”

There are some things I don’t want him to know about my past. Mum and Lucy know some of the bad things Theo did. No one knows the worst thing. No one. But right now, he’s got me where he wants me, and I’ll agree to anything. But this works in two ways.

“Okay,” I pant, maintaining his gaze. “But promise me you’ll tell me everything about you.”

His eyes search my face for a few seconds as if he’s working out the answer to a really difficult question. “I will.”

He dips his head and kisses me hard on the lips, still buried deep inside me. A tingling sensation consumes my core as my muscles contract around him, aching for more. This man’s got impressive self-control because I’m not sure how much longer I can last.

It’s like he reads my body.

He keeps his lips sealed against my mouth as he rears his hips back and thrusts inside of me. “I’m close.”

“Me too.”

“Look at me.”

I open my eyes to see his heated gaze fixed on mine. “Now, Sophie.”

We keep our eyes on one another as he drives into me one final time. His mouth goes slack and his eyes close as he throws his head backwards and explodes inside me. The sight of him lost in his own euphoria proves too much and I unravel beneath him, my muscles contracting around his pulsating erection as he fills me with his seed until the tension dissolves from his shoulders, and he collapses on the bed beside me.

Contented silence provides the backdrop to the sound of our heavy breathing as it fills the bedroom.

“I think I’m getting used to waking up like this every morning.”

I smile. “Me too.”

“Everything’s different... with you.”

My curiosity is piqued at his sudden declaration and I feel the skip of my heart in my chest as I roll onto my side to face him, propping my head against my hand. He lies back, hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. Dark brows are drawn together into a slight frown as if he’s trying to work something out.

“What is?”

“Everything because you’re different to any woman I’ve ever met before.” He looks at me. “When we first met, you put me in my place. Gave me a hard time. You toldme what you thought of my idea about selling the hotel. I’m not used to women standing up to me like that.”

I roll my eyes in mock disgust. “Don’t tell me. They’re usually all yes Art, no Art.”

“Pretty much. They don’t challenge me. I’m not proud to admit it, but I used to take what I wanted from them and leave.”

At least he’s being honest.

My eyes narrow curiously. I don’t really want to know about the finer details, but I want to know all about him, so I’m going to have to ask. “So, what would happen with the others? You’d meet a woman, chat her up, take her somewhere, have sex, and never call?”

He cringes at the memories. “If I saw someone I wanted, I didn’t waste any time. I usually used hotels. Not much chatting happened. And no, I didn’t ever call them. Like I said, I’m not proud of how I’ve treated women in the past.”

My thoughts float back to the evening when he took me to view my apartment and seemed desperate to touch me, but didn’t. “The first time you took me to show me my apartment, you told me I was your Kryptonite.” I frown. “What did you mean?”

He rubs a hand through his hair causing it to fall across his brow. He throws me a hesitant look. “It’s going to be difficult to tell you this without me sounding like an arsehole.”

“Go on,” I say slowly.

“Women usually give me what I want. I don’t need to be dominant in order for them to do that. So, if I make a play for a woman, then it’s usually inevitable.”

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