Page 163 of Bitter Secrets

He smeared her over her inner thighs, making a mockery of her denial.

“You say you hate me, but your body, she sings to me.”

“She’ssangfor many men,” she said bitterly.

His thighs flexed beneath her. His hand, the same one that had been between her legs, came up to her throat, clogging her nostrils with the smell of her own desire.

“I warned you about bringing up other men,” he said in a voice so quiet, she stopped breathing to hear him. “Are you trying to piss me off so I’ll lose control and take? Is that it?”

“I want you to leave me alone!”

“I’ve given you space, as much as I can, but you knew this was going to happen. I can’t be around you and not have you. Now, how do you want it?”

She tried to keep her breathing even, but that was impossible. Between the grip on her throat, her hormones, and the body poised beneath her that she knew could bring her to mindless ecstasy, she was nearly panting.

“You have ten seconds,” he said against her skin.

She made one last ditch effort to escape the inevitable. “I don’t want this!”

“Six seconds.”

Her mind raced through possibilities before she blurted, “Like this.”

His lips skimmed her shoulder. “What do you mean?”

She stared straight ahead. “In this position. Me on your lap.” Facing away from him so she wouldn’t have to look at him.

He was silent for a moment, and then he gripped her sides. “Stand, baby.”

She did as she was told. She kept her back to him as he got to his feet. She heard his zipper and then the swish of fabric as he dropped his slacks. Her heart thudded in her ears as he sat. She couldn’t bring herself to take her place on his lap. He had to gently tug her back until she stood between his spread thighs. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her underwear and dragged them down. She stared straight ahead as he brushed up her sweater and stared at her ass. Goosebumps rose as she waited for whatever came next. He stroked her cheek, gripped deliciously, and then she felt his teeth. Her toes curled at the flash of pain and the soothing lick that followed. It was so fucking quiet. It seemed that even the storm paused to see what he was going to do.

He explored her with a patience that frazzled her nerves. Even when he took her virginity, he hadn’t done this. He lost control and attacked her, not that she minded. She’d reveled in it, but as she stood here now with his hand working her and his mouth doing wicked things, she found herself wishing he would break. Well, she knew how to do that.

She bumped his face away with her ass. When he straightened, she sat. She wasn’t surprised that he gripped her hips, slowing her down so he could guide himself inside her. She paused when she took the head of his dick, but he applied pressure until he was fully sheathed. He let out a long exhale, but made no other moves. He seemed content just to be inside her. She wasn’t. She wanted this over and done with. She swiveled her hips and wasn’t prepared for the arm that snapped around her waist, nearly crushing her.

“Hold on.”

His tone made it clear he was hanging on by a thread. He wouldn’t let her move, but she could do other things. She kept up with her Kegel exercises and if she milked him just right…

He jerked as if he’d been struck by lightning and shot to his feet, gripping her waist as he bent her over and thrust three times before he stopped.

She let out a shriek when he tossed her on the bed. She tried to scramble away, but he pinned her on her back.

“What game are you playing?”

“I’m not playing a game! I want this over with!”

His eyes went glacial. “You don’t always get what you want in life.”

“I never get what I want,” she whispered as he slid back inside her.

“You will.”

She shook her head and jerked as he shifted his position. He wasn’t rushing to climax, but she refused to let him draw this out. She bucked beneath him. He growled in displeasure and told her to knock it off, but it wasn’t long before he was thrusting, control shattered. She spurred him on, watching all gentleness leech from his face as he planted himself so deep that she raked her nails down his back. She hated that even in the throes, he paused to grind against her clit, enticing her to come with him. She clung to despair to dampen her body’s reaction to his, but minute by minute, ecstasy began to beat it back. Her legs hooked around his waist, eyes starting to roll as her body prepared for take off, but he broke first. She took his weight as he came, her name on his lips as he gave himself over to his orgasm.

She stared at the ceiling, covered in sweat, fingers twitching at her sides as she tried to get control of her body. Roth slid to the side so she could breathe easier. She lay there, trembling and in hell. Did he notice that she didn’t come?

“I need to go to the bathroom,” she said.

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