Page 98 of Captive Lies

“Blaire …” hewarned.

Getting on tiptoes, which was really a joke since he still loomed above me, I leaned in. “And I certainly don’t recall sayingyes!”

“That’s it,” he muttered. Suddenly, my world went upside down as I found myself tossed over hisshoulder.

“Grant!”

“Quiet!”

Oh no, he didn’t. I wasn’t taking this Neanderthal act. I struggled, twisting and kicking. He swore, clamping both his arms over my legs to prevent injury to him andme.

“Goddammit, woman!” He flipped me on the bed, leaving me sprawled on the mattress and glowering up at him. He stared at me with a mixture of frustration and—amusement? I couldn’t tell as he reached behind him and took off his shirt, exposing the ridges of muscle that made my mouthwater.

Hesmirked.

Iglared.

“You think sex is going to fix everything?” I hissed even as my eyes hungrily took in his huge cock pressing behind hissweatpants.

“No, but I could sure pound a ‘yes’ out ofyou.”

“You still haven’t asked—Grant!” I yelled as he yanked my leg forward, reaching for the waistband of my leggings and stripped them off with my panties even as I was kicking him. He chuckled.Chuckled!

He went for my tunic, but I managed to land my feet on his chest and kick him off, but I didn’t get far when he hooked me around the waist and tossed me back on the mattress. He got on top of me, settling between my legs, his hardness against my needy core. I was so annoyed and so aroused at the same time. I tried to buck him off. My nails bit into his sides and he growled, manacled both my wrists with one hand and pinned them above me. It was then I saw the gleam in his eyes. They were euphoric andtriumphant.

“Marry me,” hewhispered.

“No!” Isaid.

“Marry me,” he repeated and bit my lower lip. I shook myhead.

“Marry me, Angel,” he mumbled against my throat, before heading lower and releasing my wrists. I didn’t answer, but gasped as he bit my nipple through my tunic and bra before pulling away to discard the rest of my clothes. He then resumed his downward journey with his fingers, seeking the heat between my thighs, groaning when he found me wet. He looked up from just above my navel. “You want me.” He circled my entrance, reveling in my slickness before slipping his calloused fingers in and out, deliciously abrading the sensitive nerves of my inner walls. “Your pussy doesn’t lie, baby.” He continued nipping down my pelvis and I inhaled sharply when I felt the first flick of his tongue. With his face buried between my thighs and my legs over his shoulders, Grant devoured my delicate folds. His tongue lashed and dipped at my entrance and then he moved to myclit.

“Yes, there … there… oh, God,” I whimpered as my fingers clutched the sheets and my ankles squirmed on hisback.

He flicked his tongue, back and forth, back and forth, building an unbearable pressure and then he sucked the sensitive nub and I exploded on a scream, my back arching at the force of myorgasm.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” Then it became too much until I couldn’t breathe. “Stop. Oh God, no more!” I yanked his hair but he only smashed his face further into my core, keeping the pressure on my clit and extending mypleasure.

I was still coming down from my high when he drove into me. My fingers clutched his shoulders as I marveled at his powerful body moving above me, muscles cording in sculpted beauty with the force of his vigorouspounding.

He lowered his head to kiss me roughly. “Marry me,baby.”

With my legs hooked under his arms, he spread me wider, giving him unfettered access to slam his cock into me, over andover.

“Grant,” I moaned as he hit a particularly sweet spot and I knew I was seconds from coming again. “Fuck meharder.”

He changed the angle of his thrusts, keeping me on the brink, not letting me come. His mouth was tight, he was sweating, and straining not to come himself. “Answer me, Angel,” he growled. “And it better be the fucking answer Iwant.”

“Harder,” Imoaned.

His pumping was relentless but it wasn’t the rhythm I needed. I reached for my clit, but he grabbed both my hands and pinned them above me oncemore.

“Make me come, please …” I begged, anticipating the intensity of release only Grant could giveme.

“Say it, Angel,” he mumbled, slowing down to a maddeningpace.

“Yes,” I whispered insurrender.

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