Page 39 of Wanting Mr Black

I’m not sure whether it’s the two shots of sambuca I downed or what, but I’m on a roll. “I’m not answerable to you. You don’t own me. I can do what I want, when I want. I’m not spending my time walking on eggshells and obeying your every command. I put up with that shit for four years with my ex, and I’m not doing it again.”

Anger flashes in his eyes. “Don’t compare me to that bastard. I’m nothing like him. I’m not pissed off because you didn’t come up here; that’s not what this is about.”

I know he’s nothing like Theo. I know Art would never hurt me. I’ve never felt as safe and protected as I do with him. Theo was dark, and Art is light. But he still hasn’t told me why he’s pissed off, and I’m growing tired of his bad mood.

“Well, when you decide that youdowant to tell me what this is about, let me know.”

I turn on my heel and go to walk off, but his hand lands on my shoulder, pulling me backwards, and his lips crash against mine as he delivers a punishing kiss. For a second, I push my hands against his chest and try to resist, but it’s no use. My lips fail me, parting to grant his tongue entry. He kisses me hard, and I can almost taste his need for me, and then he tears his lips from mine.

“I’m sorry I’ve acted like an arsehole.” He plants a line of kisses all the way down to my collarbone.

I close my eyes, and I feel myself unravelling.

“Fucking arsehole,” I correct.

I tilt my head back as his lips work down my chest. He licks a scorching line all the way down my cleavage, and then he plants a kiss between my breasts.

“I was worried.”

The rough stubble of his jaw scratches against my soft skin, and the feel of his head between my breasts causes the dull ache between my legs to grow. It takes me a few seconds to gather my thoughts.

“About what?”

He rests both hands on my hips and spins me round so that I’m facing the desk.

“Bend. Over.”

Hot breath fans my ear, and my swollen lips throb from the kiss as I bend forward over the desk. He plants a hand in the middle of my back, firmly pushing me down, and I tilt my cheek to rest against the dark wood. He pulls the chiffon layers of my dress upwards and impatiently yanks down my lace thong.

He curls a hand between my thighs, and I grip the edges of the desk, closing my eyes as he pushes two fingers inside me, no doubt checking I’m ready for him. I hear him moan with pleasure at what he finds. Even when we’re mad at each other, we want one another.

“Hold on tight,” he growls, replacing his fingers with his cock in one thrust.

We cry out together as he enters me, and my hands tighten around the edge of the table as his fingers find my burning clit, dragging my restraint to the edge.

“You drive me crazy.” He thrusts into me, hitting the back wall of my vagina, sending a ripple of desire through my body.

My deep breathing clouds the veneer tabletop as I take gulps of air. He keeps one hand on the middle of my back, holding me down.

“I want to control you in bed.” He withdraws all the way to the tip. “Nowhere. Else.”

He pushes inside me twice, emphasising each word with a thrust. Desire builds, throwing my muscles into spasm, and hisfingers increase their pressure between my legs, making me moan.

He’s reinforcing what he told me when we first got together.

He pulls out. “You’re. All. Mine.”

I whimper as my body soars closer to orgasm with every thrust. His words and actions are making my mind swim.

“You’re”—he pushes into me and stills, giving me a moment to get my bearings before pulling out of me and driving into me again— “the”—my muscles tighten around him, and I groan as he pulls out. I prepare myself—”one,” he growls, searing into me.

Even though I’ve braced myself, it’s too much, and it sends me hurtling over the edge as I ride the crest of my climax, moaning into the wooden desk. He carries me through, pounding into me as if his life depended on it, and then tenses, exhaling a long, satisfied breath as he lets go.

I release the edge of the desk, wincing as my palms throb from where I was gripping the wood so hard. My mind’s a mess from what just happened. He just told me I’mthe onewhile subjecting me to some of the most animalistic sex I’ve ever experienced.

Fingers gently brush over the base of my spine.

“Please don’t move,” he whispers, pulling out of me.

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