Page 92 of My Ruthless Opponent

“Is. That. Clear?” He punctuates each word with deep hard thrusts.

My eyes flutter close. “Yes, give it to me harder. Just like that.”

He doesn’t listen. The infuriating man stops moving altogether.

“Show me.” he leans down and bites my earlobe.

“Show you what?” I moan.

“Show me how hard you want it. Push your cunt back, princess. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

I do as he says. I grind against his cock.

He remains still, his fingers flexing on my hips as I impale myself on him.

But then his grip on my hips tightens as if he wants me to stop.

The delicious sensation between my legs urges me to keep going. So I try to move again.

Pulling my hips slightly forward, I try to rock back, applying more force.

He stops me again, his nails digging into my flesh.

I growl in frustration and try to shift.

“Fuck, you are killing me, princess.” A pained groan wakes me up. My eyes flutter open.

I am on my side on the bed. Sunlight is pouring into the room. And sweat coats my forehead.

My heart thuds in my chest as I brave a look down at Raleigh’s hand on my hip, his knuckles white.

My eyes fall shut in mortification.

No.

NO.

Was that a dream? It felt so real. I can feel the slickness between my thighs.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I not only dreamt of Raleigh fucking me, but I was also grinding against him in my sleep. The wall of pillows is missing because his naked chest is glued to my back.

I just want the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

I am horrified and embarrassed. And I definitely don’t want to face him.

Spending the whole day inside the bathroom sounds more pleasant than facing him.

Having a sex dream is normal. I was sexually frustrated last night. But getting caught in the act? No. I don’t even want to think about that.

I really hope I didn’t moan his name out loud.

Shit.

Holding my breath, I carefully try to scoot away from him.

“Stay still.” He hisses, his hips thrusting gently.

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