Page 162 of Bitter Secrets

“Stop,” she said as his lips traveled down the line of her throat.

“Stop what?”

She punched his shoulder. “This fucking with my head! I’m not buying it.”

“I was never good with words,” he said philosophically, before he pulled her to her feet. He switched positions with her, sitting on the edge of the bed, and used his grip on her coat to force her to straddle him. “I always thought talking was a waste of time. I prefer action.”

She gasped as he fell back with her on top of him. She tried to roll away, but his hand slid into her hair and held her still as his mouth came back to hers. She tried to wriggle away, but that stinging grip in her hair kept her captive. She thought about biting the tongue that invaded, but a hand clutched her ass in warning.

“Don’t,” he said against her lips. “Or I’ll make you drink my blood.”

He chuckled when she grimaced. She lay on top of him, tense and waiting for him to start undressing her, but he seemed content with their current state. Slowly, the grip in her hair loosened and the hand on her ass began to knead. He kissed her with an absorption that wiped her mind clean. His heartfelt groan made her pussy pulse. Horrified, knowing where this was going, she threw herself to the side in a last-ditch effort to escape, but all it did was make him roll on top of her, so she was truly trapped.

“Roth!”

He slanted his head for a better angle. Despite her hands scrabbling down his sides or the painful yank in his hair, he didn’t budge. His kisses remained so drugging that it took significant effort for her to think of anything but him. She had always wanted this from him, but it was too late. He’d gone too far and hurt her too deeply. Did he think stroking her hair or running his fingers down her throat would make a difference? When he sucked her pulse, she stared at the ceiling, willing this to be over so she could be alone, but he was far from done. He grabbed her fist and forced her hand to unfurl so he could twine their fingers together.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“What I want,” he said before he continued his assault on her mouth.

His tongue teased. She lay unresponsive, but that didn’t deter him. His hands shaped her body through layers of clothing. She hadn’t taken off her coat or shoes. Her heel tangled in the sheets as she shifted restlessly beneath him.

“Need something?” he murmured.

She stilled instantly.

He buried his face in her hair, fanned over bedsheets. “I want you.”

“I don’t want you,” she said through clenched teeth.

“No?” He pushed her coat aside to sweep a hand over her breasts and zeroed in on her hard nipple. “What about this?”

She slapped his hand. “I’m cold.”

He rocked against her. “And this?”

“Doing just fine,” she said through clenched teeth.

“Yeah? I’ll have to do something about that.”

She heard the warning too late. “No!”

As he moved down her body, she tried to claw her way across the bed. He grabbed hold of her boot and yanked off one and then the other before he launched himself at her. They tussled. She was out for blood. He used her wild swings to slide her coat off. When she tried to scoot away, he peeled her out of her jeans. Knowing what was coming next, she did a backflip that only true desperation made possible. She tumbled off the bed and hopped to her feet, only to have him grab the back of her sweater and yank her onto his lap. His arms wrapped around her middle before he buried his face against the top of her spine. He shifted, wedging his dick between her ass cheeks. His hands slid beneath her sweater and gripped her breasts. She stared straight ahead as he rocked her on top of him.

“Jasmine.”

His voice was thick. She hated her body’s response—the rush of liquid between her legs that she was worried he would feel through the thin barrier of her underwear.

One hand dropped between her legs and burrowed, seeking. She tried to keep her thighs together, but when he spread his, hers opened, allowing his hand to bypass her underwear. She gripped his thick wrist as his finger slid deep. Her eyes shut in humiliation as he coated his fingers with her. He rubbed her clit as his other hand gripped her nipple and then released, engulfing her in a wave of heat.

“Let me have you.”

She gritted her teeth and hung her head, hands braced on his knees as she fought the tide.

“I’ll give it to you any way you want it.”

“Idon’twant it,” she hissed.

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