Page 145 of My Ruthless Opponent

He lets out a low laugh, walks me backward until my ass hits the console table by the wall.

In one swift motion, he sweeps the metal flower vase and some other stuff onto the floor and boosts me up, and steps between my open thighs.

His right-hand slides in my hair, tipping my face.

“Are you sore?” His question with those heated blue eyes reminds me of last night.

The flash of memory hits me. My mind is filled with graphic images of him fucking me in every position. The memory tightens my lower body, reminding me of the dull ache I still feel.

I shake my head. I am but I am not going to tell him that.

He cocks a brow. His other hand reaches down and cups me possessively through my bunched-up dress and panties. I wince a little.

He rubs me in slow circles. “Not sore, huh?” His pupil dilates, turning those blue eyes darker.

“I am not sore—” He bends his head, taking my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

My hands travel up but he grips my wrists and gently rests them on my thighs.

Even between the all-consuming kiss, he is mindful of my injuries. The gesture touches my heart.

I open for him, his tongue finds mine, caressing and tasting. He groans as he pulls back. “Your pussy deserves a good fucking for lying. It’ll make you think twice before lying about something like that.”

My pussy tingles at his words. They heat my blood.

I lick my lips, a pressure building inside me. I want him. I don’t care if it’ll hurt. I want him like I have never wanted anyone in my life. I am so gone for this man.

I edge closer and tilt my head up so my lips are brushing his. “I can’t wait.”

His hands go to my waist, his fingers digging in.

I take the opportunity and rest my palms on his chest.

My breathing stutters when I feel the roaring beats of his heart.

Raleigh leans down and kisses the corner of my mouth. “Feel what you do to me?”

“Yes…” I moan, my toes curling.

He rains soft kisses all over my face, nipping my chin before kissing it.

When he goes to kiss my cheek, I twist my head and capture his lips with mine.

I move closer until I could feel him against my pulsing core. I pull back an inch, my lips hovering over his.

Sensations are zapping through me like electricity. My need for him is so strong, so vital I can feel it coursing in my veins.Heis in my veins. “I want you.”

“You want me to fuck you, princess?” He is breathing hard.

I bury my face in his neck, feeling shy because of his words.

Dropping open-mouth kisses on his neck, I moanyes.

His fingers glide down to my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh. “But it will hurt.” He warns and I want to smile. Doesn’t he get it? I want him. Even if it hurts.

“I don’t care,” I lick his skin before sucking it, marking what’s mine. “I am aching for you. This ache…” I pause to breathe him in. “This need… only you can satiate. Only you. Make the ache go away, Raleigh.”

“Fuck,” he bites out and crushes me in his arms, I feel him inhaling my scent.

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