Page 27 of Reluctant Surrender

He brushed his warm lips across mine, giving me time to adjust to his size. Slowly he withdrew an inch, lining his blue eyes with my own as though to gauge my reaction to his movements. My body relaxed, but as soon as he started to move again, the sweet hum of pain came back. Not as intense, and it brought with it a wave of pleasure.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispered, hooking his arm beneath my left knee and bringing my leg to rest on his shoulder. The new position stretched me even more. “Such a good girl, taking my cock.” He flicked his thumb over my clit again and I was lost to him.

Over and over again he plowed into my body, each thrust more forceful than the last. I reached up to his shoulder again, trying to push back on him as he consumed my body with his own. But he wouldn’t allow any act of rebellion from me. Grabbing my wrists, he pushed them to the pillow above my head.

Pinning me down to the bed, he plowed harder into my body. Removing any doubt I might have of who was in control. When I’d told him to fuck me, I’d given over to him completely, and he wouldn’t allow me to second guess it. Not that I could think clearly at the moment anyway.

Over and over again his cock rammed into me. The pressure built painfully inside of me. And his cocky grin told me he knew exactly where I was and what I needed.

“Ah, so close. Come for me, angel. Scream for me.” He lowered his mouth onto mine, nipping my bottom lip. It wasn’t enough for him that I’d submitted to his touch, he wanted to take even more from me.

“Lukas.” I breathed out his name. He pushed my leg back just enough to make the burn in my pussy return as he plowed into me.

I screamed as the ripples of pleasure burst into a tsunami. He covered my mouth with his, taking my cry of release into his mouth while continuing to fuck me harder and harder.

Breaking off the kiss, he drove harder into me. His bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he plowed into me a second and third time before finding his own release.

His harsh breath blew over my face. A sort of calm came over his eyes as he looked down at me. Every inch of his body that touched mine left a heated trail as he moved off me, off the bed.

I pulled my shirt back down. While he quietly disposed of the condom and pulled his boxers back on with his back to me, I squirmed beneath the covers. Now that he’d gotten what he came for, he’d go back to his room.

“What are you doing?” I asked when he headed toward the attached bathroom.

“I need a shower.”

“Can’t you do that in your own room?” I asked, curling my toes beneath the blanket. I’d already given in to him enough for one night. There needed to be more space between us, like an entire hallway, two closed doors, and a few walls.

He wrinkled his brow. “This is my room, Maggie. Now go to sleep.”

My stomach twisted. I’d spent the entire evening in his room and hadn’t bothered to notice. Maybe if I’d unpacked, I would have seen his clothes in the drawers or the closet, but I had left my suitcase sitting at the foot of the bed where he’d left it.

“Oh.” I pushed the covers down. “What room is mine then?”

“This one.” He blew out a harsh breath. “I want you where I can see you. Where I know you aren’t trying to climb down the drainpipe or some other crazy shit that pops into that head of yours. You stay in this room with me.” He pointed a long finger at me.

“I already said I’d stay. You don’t need to lock me away.” I started to slip off the bed. This house had to have at least five other bedrooms. Any of them would do.

“Put one toe on the floor and I’ll flip you on your stomach and punish you again.” His eyes darkened as he made his vow. “Then I’ll bind you to the damn bed.”

“I’m not sleeping with you,” I argued but kept my toes far from the touching the carpet.

He arched his left eyebrow, his mouth twisted up at the edges. “Who said anything about sleep?”

I stared at him, mind completely blank.

“Go to bed, Maggie.” He shook his head and disappeared into the bathroom. I laid back against the pillows, weighing my options.

“Just one night,” I vowed, then rolled over to my side and pulled the blankets up around me. “It’s just for one night.”

Chapter 13

Maggie

Mrs. Kowalski made the best French toast that ever touched my tongue. I swiped the last bite across my plate, soaking it in the apple compote she’d made before shoving it into my mouth.

“Can I get you some more?” she asked as I brought the empty plate to the sink.

I shook my head. “No, thank you, that was amazing.” I turned the faucet in the sink on, letting water turn warm. “I got this.” I pushed my hip against the counter to block her from grabbing the plate from me.

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