Page 30 of Bitter Secrets

“It took five years and a snow storm to get you to talk to me.”

“Do you blame me? You made it clear what my place in your life was. I wasn’t a wife. I was a whore you visited six times a year if I was lucky.”

He paused in his suckling. “You’re wrong.”

“About?”

“I never go to the same whore twice.”

“You motherfuck—"

She erupted beneath him. With his body stretched on top of hers and her hands pinned, he easily subdued her, but that didn’t stop her from screaming and thrashing. When she heard him chuckle, she went temporarily insane and took the only avenue open to her. She channeled her inner Pitbull and sank her teeth into his neck. She accomplished her goal when his laughter abruptly cut off, and he jackknifed off her. She sat up, still in battle mode, and found Roth kneeling beside the bed. When he pulled his hand from his neck, she was disappointed to see she hadn’t drawn blood, but had left a dark red patch of skin and the faintest indention. Damn. She was considering relaunching another attack, but one glance at his face changed her mind. Before she could make a break for it, he grasped her arms and crisscrossed them behind her back.

“Let me go, or I swear to God, I’m going to—”

Her threat cut off as he tugged on her wrists, forcing her upper half to bow backward. In her contorted position, she had an upside-down view out of the master suite and down the long hallway.

“Do you yield?”

His blasé tone made her gnash her teeth. She fought with all she had, and he didn’t even break a sweat.

“Kiss my—”

Her breathing went shallow as he forced her body into a sharper arch. He moved into the space between her thighs, which were bent and splayed obscenely wide on either side of him.

“I warned you not to push me unless you’re willing to accept the consequences. Do you want to go there, princess?” He pressed his face against her quivering abdomen. “Do you know what it does to me to see you like this?”

His guttural tone caused a wave of icy heat to sweep over her.

“You shouldn’t challenge me. It makes me want to do things to you… Do you surrender?”

His voice was so rough, she could barely understand him. In the past, the only time he restrained her was if they were roleplaying. Now, her resistance was just as real as the force he was exerting to keep her subdued. He was restraining her out of necessity. That should have been enough to dampen her arousal, but it was having the opposite effect. What was wrong with her?

“Jasmine.”

The slight note of entreaty in his tone was at odds with the bruising grip on her wrists.

“Tell me how you want to play this.”

She desperately clung to anger even as her womb clenched.

“Suck my dick!” she bellowed.

“You always had a foul mouth for a Hennessy.”

Words were her defense mechanism, and she made sure she had a colorful and explicit arsenal. She opened her mouth to lay into him, but the wet kiss he pressed above her belly button made her breath hitch.

He chuckled. “You want me so bad, you’re shaking.”

“Because you have me twisted into a pretzel, douchebag!”

“I like my neck the way it is,” he said as his mouth continued to her lower belly, above her pussy. “Choose, Jasmine. You want to fight? We can continue down this road. I’ll restrain you, hold you down, do you rough, give you what you refuse to admit you crave. You want it easy? You submit.” His teeth skimmed over her hip. “I don’t care which way you want it because I get you either way.”

Her muscles vibrated from the awkward position, and she was seconds away from a neck cramp, but she wasn’t about to wave the white flag. Fuck him. “Do your worst.”

She felt his smile against her skin.

“That’s my girl.”

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