Page 15 of Raw & Vulnerable

There’s a low rumble in his chest as he looks down at her, like a predator. He crowds her up against the door and the absolutely disgusting bathroom seems to shrink ever further. “I thought you wanted me to.”

Minnie presses a hand over her heart, as if it will calm the racing. What sort of man just assumes…? “I’ve never had a man follow me into a public restroom in my life! Oh, gosh, what must everyone think?”

“I highly doubt anyone in this place cares what we do in here.”

She’s very aware that she’s alone with him and she’s wet, his vulgar words bouncing around in her head. Her eyes drift to his crotch and she swallows thickly, seeing the interested bulge there. She doesn’t even realize she’s shaking nervously until he leans down, nuzzling her cheek gently, whispering, “Hey, don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you, princess.”

Princess. She’s torn between hating being called that and loving it. Mental baggage should be a crime.

He cups the front of her jeans and Minnie can’t stop a slight gasp from slipping out of her lips. Like a cat, she arches up onto her toes, stretching, as if that will help her escape her sudden fate. Liquid heat, friction. The craving inside of her is like a yawning maw, starving, wanting more of him and whatever he’s going to give her.

His voice is like a hidden late-night treat, perhaps even a fumbling in a car at night, hungry and raw.

“Do you like that?”

He presses her back against the door, his hand working against her firmly, muscles flexing in his arm.

“Y-yes…”

“See? Good girl. I’ll treat you right.”

She’s torn between wanting to run and wanting to stay pressed against this door, knowing anyone could come knocking at any time. In here, she has no power; he can do just about anything he wants with her. The sheer shock of it is like a scalpel dipping into her skin, her breathing shifting, a mix of arousal and mental anguish pulling her apart in all ways.

This is not routine and she’s thrown out of balance. Yet, she finds herself unable to fight the primal need inside her body, calling to be claimed by his.

He towers over her like a castle, his eyes ever watchful of her face, gaze nearly black with lust, pupils dilated widely. If he sees her nervousness, he’s clearly decided he can convince her otherwise. He’s true to his word; he’s not harming her. She feels like she’s on cloud nine, floating on ecstasy, needing something she has no name for.

Too bad he doesn’t know that things like this remind her of the past, of how easy it is for bad men to control a sweet, vulnerable girl. He could do just about anything to her and she’d still stand here, just in place, her nerves freezing her muscles, all while her libido fools her mind.

They stay like this for a few moments, the heel of his broad hand pressing, rolling against her sensitive front, attempting to tame her wild nerves, turning her legs into jelly. Her panties feel soaked, sticking to her in a way that feels messy, vile.

Her hips shift, seeking, wanting more from him. He smirks crookedly, seeing her shameful eagerness.

She wonders if he can feel the heat of her through the material of her jeans, if he knows how attracted she is to him, partially because he’s a good-looking man and partially because he looks like danger and that’s driving her mad.

Gage steps closer, his boots touching the tips of her shoes. “Can I touch you?”

“You’re already touching me,” she replies breathlessly, feeling out of control.

Touch me more,she wants to beg.Just don’t hurt me.

Lips capture hers unexpectedly, warm, domineering. He drinks her in like she’s a crisp champagne on a hot day, his tongue delving against hers gently before taking over. Minnie sighs into his mouth and he moans in response, the sound exciting Minnie.

He pulls back, licking the seam of her lips, nibbling, teasing.

His nose brushes her cheekbone before he chews on her earlobe, sending zings of heat flying straight down to her aching core. “Touching your jeans is fine and all, but I wanna touch your slit, princess. I wanna feel how wet you are. Will you let me?”

It’s nice that he asks, as if the tricky man knows exactly how to falsely soothe her nervous, neurotic soul. Perhaps he knows her after all.

She shouldn’t even be considering this, but Minnie is weak to how he’s making her feel. She’s on fire, positively aching to feel his fingers against her. The need inside of her is begging to be eased, a tightly coiled snake waiting to unwind. “Y-yes. Please.”

He presses his body against hers, his hips seeking friction at her whispered words. The evidence of his desire is hard against her, unyielding. “Fuck, you’re so polite.” He sounds breathless. “It’s so hot.”

The seconds slip by in the space of her breath. Lost, effervescent. His eyes consume hers as his deft fingers unbutton her jeans. He’s waiting for her to react, to push him away. Minnie doesn’t, exhaling shakily, trembling.

Helpless and wanting.

He looks like he could hurt her. Maybe he will. Maybe he won’t. Minnie’s head spins and she’ll die if he doesn’t touch her bare flesh right now.

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