Page 56 of Tell Me You Like It

His hand darts out, and he grabs a handful of my hair, twisting it around his wrist, and pulling ithard. So hard that tears well up in my eyes. He brings his face close to mine, and anger sparks in his eyes like he’s done fucking around.

“We both know you want this, Lux. Like I said, you can’t lie to me. Your body won’t let you.”

I hate that he’s right. I hate that I find myself nodding.

Catching the hem of my shirt, he pulls it off me. I’m not wearing a bra, just a pair of pink cotton panties. His gaze rakes down my body, his pupils dilating, a tic pulsing in his clenched jaw.

For a second, I’m a little self-conscious. I’m a lot curvier than the girls in his circle. I wear it well under my clothes,but being almost naked is another story, and I can’t help but feel vulnerable. I hold my breath, waiting for his harsh judgment.

Instead, he reaches for his zipper and pulls his swollen cock out, the weight of it resting in his palm. As he pulls a condom out of his back pocket, opens it, and slowly rolls it over his cock, he says, “You’ve gotten inside my head, Little Rabbit. Tell me how you did it.”

I blink at him, confused. “I haven’t done anything.”

He doesn’t look like he believes me, but I really don’t care. All I’ve ever wanted is to be out of his toxic sphere. But the harder I try to get away, the deeper I’m sucked in.

Anger flashes across his features, and his hand darts out, grabbing me by the throat. He brings his face close to mine, and when he speaks, there’s pure venom in his tone. “You act so fucking innocent,” he says through gritted teeth. “But I know your secret. I know you manipulate the guys around you. And me? I’m calling you on it.”

His words swirl around me, and I can’t even formulate a response before he pushes me back onto the bed by my throat. The second my ass hits the mattress, I’m on my back. One hand is still on my throat, and he uses his other hand to spread my thighs and shove the crotch of my panties aside.

I should scream, or fight, or tell himno. But I don’t. I don’t say or do anything. Maybe I want to see how far he’ll take this. Maybe I want him to fuck me, so I can get him out of my system.

In the end, though, I don’t even have time to consider a response, because I already feel the tip of his cock pushing against my entrance. And with one thrust, he’s inside me. I gasp at the size of him, tears welling up in my eyes as pain tears through me. It feels like he’s ripping me apart from the inside, but if I expected compassion from him, I’d be wrong.

His hand leaving my throat, he kisses me roughly as he jerks his hips, pushing into me impossibly deep. But he meets the resistance of my body. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, and Roman ishuge, so my body only opens up a small degree.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his lips still clinging to mine. “You’re pussy is so tight.”

I lift my hips a little, to relieve the tension, but it only manages to drive him deeper inside me. He groans, and releases the kiss, dipping his head to suck on my nipple. The feel of his tongue, combined with the fast, hard thrust of his cock is making me feel dizzy and frantic.

“I own you,” he says roughly, his tongue swirling around my nipple before suckinghard. And they’re so sensitive, I moan loudly. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”

I keep my mouth clamped shut. I’m not giving him this. I’m not giving him that part of myself. We can fuck, sure. Our bodies joining in a frenzy of heat and sensation. Bang out all of our hate, and vitriol, and then go our separate ways.

I know that’s not going to happen, though.

Roman Rush doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who just walks away fromanything—and I have a sinking feeling I’m no exception.

But right now, I can’t think about any of that. I’m lost in a sea of sensation, and the feeling of Roman filling me, stretching me, taking me to the very brink.

The bed moves beneath us as he slams into me, his head tilted back, mouth open as he moans loudly. A sliver of satisfaction laces through me when I hear it. Knowing I have this kind of effect on him is intoxicating, and it spurs my own dark, twisted need.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.” His body arches over me,and he whispers harshly in my ear. Then he kisses me—so long and so hard, I forget who I am. We’re so intertwined, his tongue devouring me, his cock slamming into me, I forget we’re two separate people. I’m so consumed by him, and for the first time in my life, I feel out of control.

His strokes get shorter, and more violent, until the entire bed is banging against the wall. It’s loud as fuck, and I’m sure everyone in the building can hear us, but I don’t care. I need this. I need Roman inside me. I need the release onlyhecan give me.

Breaking the kiss, Roman throws his head back, and with a deep, guttural growl, he stills, coming hard. The steady pressure on my clit combined with the look of pure ecstasy on his face, shoves me violently over the edge, into the swirling vortex of my own climax. Every muscle in my body goes rigid as wave after wave of warmth pulses through me.

I’m clinging to him, my hands gripping his broad shoulders for dear life. And when our orgasms finally subside, we stay like that for a minute—him slumped over me, sweating and breathless.

The silence is deafening. And awkward.

Finally, he shifts his weight and straightens, pulling the used condom off and tossing it into the trashcan under my desk. He doesn’t even look at me as he shoves himself back into his pants and zips up his jeans.

Embarrassed, I’m still on the bed, when I reach down and grab my T-shirt off the floor. I shrug it on in silence and wait for him to say something.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he just opens the door, and leaves. Just like that. Gone. No words, nothing. When the door clicks shutbehind him, I grab my pillow and scream into it, then throw it at the door.

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