Page 6 of Corrupted Guilt

He raises his eyebrows, and every trace of a smile slides off his face. But he doesn’t shift his weight off me. “You think I want that? You think I would?”

“You take what you want.”

“That isnotwhat I want.”

I’m not the only one whose heart is pounding and whose neck is beading with sweat. He wants me too.

I snake my hand down between us and rest on his massive bulge. “Yourbody betrays you too, Yuri.”

His jaw clenches, but instead of struggling against himself like I do, he grinds his cock deeper into my hand. “My body betrays nothing. Itoldyou I want to fuck you. My body is ready.”

His erection is pressed between my legs, and my body responds with liquid heat against him. My body isn’t betraying me, but it is giving up my secrets. I wish I didn’t want him but what can a girl do? I’m hoping he doesn’t notice that my nipples are hard.

He grinds his cock against me. I let out an involuntary gasp that sounds an awful lot like a moan.

“See?” he laughs as he pushes himself off me. “You want this more than you’re willing to admit. But your body tells the truth.”

“My body responds to lots of things – heights, horror movies, hot cocoa – don’t mistake that for feelings.”

“I never would. Is that what you think I want? Feelings? Love? Not at all, Kat.”

“What do you want then?”

He pretends to think for a moment and says, “The opposite of your freedom. Your total obedience. To me.”

Everything I’m trying to avoid, his cage instead of this one or Petya’s.

“Never,” I hiss.

He grins widely, “Is that a dare?”

“It’s a promise.”

His breath is hot on my nose as he looks at me under him, his eyes wandering from my mouth to my eyes. It takes everything I have not to lick my lips.

He forces my arms over my head, clasping both my wrists in one of his hands. I fight him. I try to fight him. He uses his free hand to hold my chin, his eyes lock mine. I’m helpless as he opens my legs apart and fingers my throat, “We both know why you won’t make me stop. You want this.”

“I don’t want this.”

I really do want this.

His free hand slides down across my stomach and works its way south from there. “Should we ask your body?”

I’m wet and aching to be filled by him, we both know that.

I shouldn’t want this, but I do.

“I don’t want this,” I repeat. Unfortunately, my hips have a mind of their own, rolling on his finger, betraying me. His thumb makes slow circles over my clit, and the waves of pleasure coil through me.

“Say stop and I will.” His hand drops away and then his voice is in my ear, low and rough and I know he can barely control it, “Don’t and I’ll …”

I hear his zipper slide down, then his cock is there, pressing against my entrance.

I hold my breath, waiting for him to push ...

He lets me wait until I gasp for air.

Damn him. It would be easier if I could say I tried to fight him off. Anything would be easier than this, him making me say I wantthis.

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