Page 28 of Forced Pregnant Bride

He was all man and no emotions, with a very inviting chest, a chiseled torso, and a mouth that held back nothing. Whenever Jayden cursed, it sounded dirty, but the same words pouring out from this man sent tingles to my toes.

Nodding, I gulped. “I understand.”

“Want me.” His fingers brushed my cheeks so lightly as his eyes stared into the depth of my soul. “Have me. Need me.Those are the only things I want you to think about. I’ll handle the rest.”

Want me.

Have me.

Need me.

I was already breathing fast, and my clothes were still on.

This moment between us reminded me of the first time I had welcomed the sixth graders to class. Only now, he felt like the teacher and I, the new student. And this was like class.

He was going to handle the rest, he said. All I had to do was immerse myself in the waves of tumultuous passion for thisman, whose gaze licked the length of my body as though it were a delicious lollipop.

“Are you okay now?”

Startled, I looked back at him, rattled on my rocker that he wouldcareif I’d stopped panicking.

Maybe panicking women ruined the fun.

Nodding again, I murmured. “Yes.”

“Good.”

Then, with a force of instant collision, his lips met mine, and the world around me dissolved into nothingness.

Want me.

He moved against me, and my palms flew to his chest for support. I realized I wanted this. This experience of having him kiss me over again. Cautiously, my fingers moved from his smooth chest to his biceps, and he didn’t stop me. Not even when I ran my palm over some jagged bumps of flesh under his elbow or intertwined his long, slender fingers with mine.

Scars. I knew they were.

Jayden had one just like that when he was—

“Concentrate.” His growl reeled me back to the present, and I knew it was a low warning to not allow my mind to wander or stick my nose in his business.

The kiss was electric, igniting every nerve ending and awakening a hunger I had never known. He tasted like wine, danger, and promise, and I surrendered to him completely, my body responding instinctively to his every movement.

His tongue flicked against mine, and sharp teeth nibbled on my lower lip. I surprised us both with a guttural sound, a deep groan of pleasure and satisfaction.

He guided me toward the luxurious bed and laid me between the red petals on the silk sheets. But he didn’t let go. His weight hovered over me, pressing me in, and I felt his handsexplore my body. They played with the hem of my dress, and for a moment, he was calm.

Suddenly….

The sound of expensive fabric ripping made me gasp. He tore my clothes with his hands. But most importantly, I now lay in nothing but pieces of sequin and lacy lingerie.

At the sight of my bare thighs and nipples poking through the sheer material, his gaze went dark. Darker than I’d ever seen. The thought thatIdid that to him thrilled me, a heady mix of exhilaration and satisfaction swirling within me.

“Aren’t we…um…. Aren’t we going to use protection?”

His answer was fast. “No.”

Okay. That was obviously unarguable.

“But I…we—”

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