Page 3 of Take Me

I flit my eyes up and down, suddenly feeling uncertain. And scared. Is he going to cast me aside now because I didn’t pass the test and can’t handle his dark brand of dominance?

Sure, it was more than intense. It was terrifying, really. But God, the thrill. The thought of never getting to experience such a high again—to be without his expert touch—makes it hard to breathe.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t live up to your expectations.” I push off the bed and hurry toward my pile of clothes in the fancy armchair. I knew this man was way out of my league from the start. I knew it would end with me getting hurt.

He’s behind me in an instant, tossing away the jeans I was holding and snatching me by the back of my neck.

The air leaves me with a thud as he shoves me up against the wall, and God help me, I can’t stop myself from arching back into him. I’m so goddamn helpless with this man in every sense of the word; I can’t even control my body.

And he’s too observant to let any small reaction slip past him.

Locking his free hand onto my hip, he holds me in the alluring position and presses the hard bulge in his pants against my ass.

“I’m not done with you,” he sneers into my ear. “The things I’m gonna do to you...” he trails off, leaving the dark promise hanging.

“I thought I couldn’t handle you,” I retort with reckless irritation.

He lets out a low chuckle—a sinister one that has icy chills skating down my skin, shuddering in my bones. “You can’t. But you’re the first woman who’s even gotten close, so now you have to.”

He tightens his grip around my neck with a strength that makes me yelp. Again, I think how reckless I am. I should have left when I had the chance. Before he takes it a step further. And one more. Until he decides he wants to snuff out my breath for good.

I’ve seen the darkness in his eyes. At first, I thought it was a mere reflection of the primal nature of his sexual energy, but now I think it runs much deeper.

Still, I can’t keep from moaning when he shoves a finger between my legs, flicking it over my clit and stirring crazy arousal within seconds.

“You’re mine now,” he whispers into my ear. “You’d better get used to that idea. Because there’s no backing out.”

His words light up the alarm bells in my head anew. I flatten my hands on the wall and try to push back, maybe flee this hotel room altogether and never look back. But once again, he has me trapped with a single hand. So I try something else.

“I’m scared,” I confess, feeling utterly vulnerable as the words leave my mouth.

Leaning close, he brushes his fingers along my cheek, his voice softening to accompany the gentleness. “I know. It’s so fucking beautiful. The way you tremble beneath my touch even as you arch for more.” He releases my neck to slide both arms around me, pressing me into his warm body as he whispers. “You’re perfect.”

No man has ever scared me so much, and no man has ever made me feel so safe. The combination is like a drug, clouding my mind and sending a thrilling rush through my veins.

I lean back into him, throwing all good judgment out the window as I bare myself to him. “I’m scared you’re going to hurt me.”

He turns me around and leans down to press his lips to mine in an intimate kiss that has our tongues dancing together in perfect harmony. It all comes naturally. I’ve never had such an effortless, wonderful kiss.

“I am going to hurt you,” he says bluntly as he breaks the kiss and slips his hand into my auburn hair, grabbing it close to the roots as if to prove his point. “But I’m always gonna put you back together like I did after I took your breath. Can you trust that?”

“I don’t know.” I search his eyes for some kind of reassurance. And I do find it. But I also find as many reasons not to trust him. “I want to, but...”

He relieves me of the burden of explaining. “Don’t worry. It’ll come. For now, just let me prove it to you again.” He presses down on my shoulders. “Get on your knees and take out my cock.”

I land on the floor with a thud and scramble to open his belt and zipper. His cock springs free, long and hard.

“Take it in your mouth,” he demands, wrapping my long hair around his hand in a firm grip that has pins and needles prickling at the back of my head.

I grab the base and dart my tongue across the tip.

“In your mouth,” he scolds, and before I can obey, he pulls my head forward, filling my mouth with his massive size and hitting the back of my throat.

My stomach contracts, and I cough and sputter around him as I try to subdue the urge to gag.

He tuts. “No one’s taught you how to take a cock in your throat?”

I shake my head around the thick intrusion.

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