Page 8 of Dangerous Proposal

“But my roommate relies on me to help pay rent,” I protest, the one argument I know he won’t easily dismiss. “Plus, I have classes and a job. I can’t just leave everything behind.”

Red doesn’t seem swayed. “I’ll take care of everything. Your roommate will be fine, and you won’t need a job. You don’t need to go to your classes, either.”

“I want to keep going to my classes, though,” I reply, holding my ground.

“Then I’ll arrange security for you,” he says, his hand gently tilting my face toward his before he leans in to kiss me.

The second his lips touch mine, all my thoughts scatter. The arguments, the doubts—they vanish. Red becomes everything in that moment. There’s nothing but him and the heat of his kiss. Everything else can wait.

Red pulls me closer, pressing me back against the seat. I’m vaguely aware of the other person in the car, but it doesn’t register. If Red doesn’t care, neither do I.

His tongue brushes against my bottom lip, and I gasp, caught off guard. He doesn’t waste a second, sliding his tongue inside as I let out a breathless moan, swallowed by the intensity of his kiss.

Our kiss intensifies and the driver’s presence drifts to the back of my mind. I don’t care who watches, my mind and senses are overwhelmed by Red’s touch. The driver takes a corner hard right as Red presses into me. I’m vaguely aware of each turn, but his hand sliding up my thigh is blurring the world around us. His fingertips brush against the sensitive skin of my stomach and I gasp into his mouth.

The car pulls into a garage, and everything darkens around us. A door opens and closes, and Red’s energy shifts. Suddenly, his kisses are more urgent, and his hands are more insistent. I’m at his mercy, melting into him as he bears down on me.

“Let’s get you inside,” he murmurs, pulling my shirt over my head. “But first, I’m going to take you right here, Evie.”

I nod. “I want it.” I lift my hips as he yanks my pants and panties off, and then he’s unfastening my bra. My tits are bouncyand erect, wanting to be touched again. “I’ll give you everything, Red.”

“I’ll take care of you baby,” he says with a chuckle. He leans forward and attaches his lips to my neck. Against my skin, he mutters, “I’ll make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before. You want my cock inside you, baby?”

I buck my hips against him, and his hand flies down to my inner thigh. “Please, Red. Just take me now.” I need more. My desire for him claws against my chest, and the low pulse between my legs grows stronger as he moves his hands along my skin, teasing and beckoning.

“Come on, Evie,” he says, amusement in his voice. He’s enjoying toying with me, and I’m loving being toyed with. “Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything. You just have to say it.”

I swallow hard, letting out an unrestrained moan when I open my mouth again. Then, I manage to force out the words, “I want your cock.”

“Then you’ll get it,” he replies as he rips his jacket and shirt off.

I miss the feel of his hands, but I can’t help but enjoy the view. Finally, I get a full look at his heavily tattooed arms. The intricate designs cover his skin, each one a testament to his life and the world he’s part of. I tell myself that one day, I’ll take the time to mentally map out each and every piece of art on his body, tracing the lines and stories etched into his skin.

For now, though, I’m content just watching the way the tattoos accentuate his muscles, making him look even more powerful, even more intimidating. Every inch of him is a reminder of the kind of man he is—dominant, dangerous, and impossible to ignore.

He takes off his pants and underwear in one fell swoop, and my breath catches in my throat. His cock is massive and rock-hard. There’s a sheen of wetness on the tip, and I realize that it’s all for me – because of me.

He’s in control, but seeing him hard and dripping…I know I have power in this situation, too. I know he’s begging for me like I’m begging for him.

“It’s huge,” I whimper. My hand twitches at my side; I want so badly to touch it, to taste it.

“Go on,” he says, leaning over me. “Touch it. It’s yours. I want your hands on me.”

My body reacts before my brain does. I reach out tenderly and wrap my fingers around his length. It’s hot and heavy, my hand barely able to reach around the girth. Blood roars in my ears as I imagine his cock entering inside me. How is it going to fit?

“You want to put that inside you?” he asks, his voice even deeper now that I’m stroking him experimentally.

“I don’t know how–”

“It’ll fit,” he promises, starting to push his hips forward. My entire body is calling out to him. “We’ll go slow.”

“Okay,” I breathe, helping him guide himself to my opening.

The dull head of his cock presses against my dripping wet folds. All of a sudden, the slight fear I was feeling before evaporates. I want him inside me… Now.

I don’t have to say anything for Red to know what I need. He’s already pushing forward. My body opens up to him, accepting his length. I stretch to accommodate him, my pussy doing the impossible. It’s hard to believe he’s fitting in me sowell, but then again, I’m starting to think we were made for each other.

“God, you’re so tight,” Red groans, kissing my cheek, then my jaw, then my lips. “And so fucking wet for me.”

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