Page 120 of Bitter Secrets

“Most beautiful thing I’ve seen,” he murmured as her head dropped forward like a wilting flower. “You riding me in front of that fire. I’m not going to let you take that away from me.”

“I…” Even as her mind screamed at her to stop, she rocked against his hand.

“Even after I fucked you, you wanted more. You rode my face until you screamed.”

As fragments of a dream came together in her mind, she stiffened.

“I’m not going to let you retreat into your fantasy world. You want this. You wantme. Stop lying to yourself.”

As pleasure and despair clashed inside her, a tear slid out of the corner of her eye. He captured her tear on the tip of his tongue before it could slide down her cheek. He hummed as if the salty taste was as delectable as chocolate.

“You remember, don’t you?” he whispered.

She didn’t answer.

He worked her until she was trembling and then yanked her jeans down to her knees before he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. She expected him to boost her up on the vanity so he could fuck her, but he yanked her against him and slid his cock between her slick thighs, brushing against her pussy, but not entering.

“In the beginning, you were so eager to learn, to match me. I didn’t know I was creating my equal.”

Her eyes watered as she held his feral gaze.

“Why would I go to another woman when the one who’s haunted me is in my grasp? When she gives me everything?” He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, not kissing, but forcing her to inhale his words as he growled, “I see right through people. I don’t like pretense. With you, it’s right there. I’ll take your hate. I’ll take your lust. I’ll take anything that’s real.”

One hand left her ass to grip her throat.

“You feel that slick?” he hissed as he was bathed in even more of it. “That’s your body begging me to take you. Do you deny it?”

Mind and body bloodied each other as they battled for supremacy, leaving her mute and quivering as he fucked her thighs. The bathroom brightened as they cleared the clouds, creating a bright halo around him, a sex god here to claim his prize.

“Take me,” he ordered.

Automatically, her legs tried to spread, but were hindered by her jeans before her fevered brain realized the implications. He wanted her to take that final step, to surrender, as she had in sleep. It wasn’t going to fucking happen.

He must have read her denial in her expression because his hand tangled in her hair as he pinned her against the vanity, forcing her to meet his savage gaze as he thrust. The hand on her ass raised her so she was on her tiptoes. It took every ounce of control she had not to tilt her hips and put him where she was throbbing. He groaned, hot breath wafting across her face as his seed dribbled down the back of her legs. He rested his forehead against hers, fingers digging into her ass as he spent himself, cataloging every emotion that crossed her face as she struggled to keep herself in check.

He straightened and splashed more of himself across the front of her thighs—a statement that made her grind her teeth. She was still as a statue as he moved to the sink and washed up. She closed her eyes to stop herself from dropping to her knees to get him hard again so he could drain her dry. She didn’t hear a sound, so she jumped when he cupped her cheek. She opened her eyes as he gave her a sexless peck on the mouth.

“I’ll see you in your dreams, princess.”

With that, he opened the door, exposing her completely. She couldn’t move even if she wanted to. Roth took his time closing the door behind him, leaving her weak-kneed and shaking. She turned toward the mirror and saw her eyes were alight with a familiar fever. As she looked around the bathroom, graphic options of how to seek relief passed through her mind, but her need to prove him wrong was stronger than her body’s needs. She grabbed a cloth and wet it with cold water. She cleaned up the mess he left behind… and hers. Her eyes slid to the shower and the detachable shower head, but she had a nasty feeling he would be expecting that. In the end, she zipped up her pants and returned to the cabin. Roth was stretched out on the couch, coat and jacket off, clad in only his shirt and trousers. The top half of his shirt gaped, showing off that fucking hickey and the angry scratches she left behind.

More of that murky dream came back to her as she reclined in her seat. She huddled beneath the alpaca coat and closed her eyes, trying to block it all out, but she could feel his dick sliding between her thighs and his tongue lashing her as she rode his face. Her control shattered. She slid her hands into her gaping jeans. Her fingers were just about to sink into her pussy when her eyes flashed open.

Roth was still on the couch, but his eyes were open and on her. There was a coiled tension about him. He’d known she couldn’t resist for long and was waiting for his moment to pounce. It nearly killed her to do it, but she retracted her shaking hands and deliberately folded them on top of her jacket. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore her quaking limbs. God, she was so close. All it would take was a few minutes and this awful tension would be gone, and she would have sweet relief. Instead, she lay there in an invisible straitjacket as minutes that felt like an eternity ticked by. She watched orange shadows dance over the ceiling. Why did they look like fornicating figures? It was a relief when night took over, obliterating everything but the dim lights throughout the cabin.

* * *

She managedto fall asleep twenty minutes before they landed. Roth shook her awake and forced her out of her seat. She eyed him blearily as everyone gathered their things. Roth looked disgustingly well rested and had taken a shower at some point. When he spotted her glare, he gave her a rare smile.

“Tell me what I want to hear,” he murmured as he ran his hand over her breasts, giving a firm squeeze before she clawed the back of his hand. “And I’ll give you sweet dreams.”

“The only dreams you give me are nightmares,” she retorted.

He pressed his lips to her temple as his hand slipped beneath her coat and pressed her against him. “We both know that’s a lie.”

She shoved him away, grabbed her work bag, and stalked off the plane.

CHAPTER14

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