Page 10 of Dangerous

Above me in the darkness, Blaine hissed at the impact. “Don’teverhit me again.” It was a warning.

Perhaps if I’d been sober, I would have taken his threat to heart, even through my own fury. Too bad I was anything but.

“Or what, you’ll beat me bloody? Slit my throat? Exactly how much violence do you need to inflict to feel like a tough guy?” I shoved his shoulders in an attempt to get him off me, but all that accomplished was to make him lose his balance so he fell down on top of the duvet, pinning my body to the mattress with his.

“I’d never harm a woman—even if she is the most obnoxious little bitch I’ve ever met.” Blaine raised up on both arms this time, and I could sense him hovering above me as close as before. “But if you push me again, you’re going to be sorry.”

I pushed him. Hard. Because fuck him—and the horse he rode in on. “I’m not afraid of you!”

He moved above me, quick as a snake, and I scrambled to get out from underneath him. Sadly for me, he was much faster—and stronger—and before I’d gotten more than a leg out from underneath the duvet, he’d pinned both my wrists above my head with one hand. The other he pressed firmly against my chest, just below my throat. Not hard enough to make me struggle to breathe, but certainly so firmly I couldn’t move my upper body.

“You should be.” His voice was rough, and to my great annoyance, something in its pitch spoke to my core—the part of me that was whispering excitedly about being pinned underneath him. It only angered me all the more.

I kicked out with my free leg and got it hooked around the back of his hamstrings, digging my heel into the back of his knee as hard as I could muster. “Get off!”

“Ow!” Blaine flinched and pulled back, which gave me enough momentum to rip my wrists out of his hands and twist around to my stomach in an attempt at getting out from underneath him.

“You little tramp!” Just as I clawed my way halfway to the other side of the wide bed, large hands grabbed my shoulders, and Blaine clamped his knees around my thighs tight, stopping me mid-flight. I kicked out again and caught something solid with the flat of my foot.

Blaine grunted, undoubtedly from pain. “Fine, if you want it like that...” He slid his hands down my sides along my nightie from my shoulders to my hips, pausing only for a second before he grabbed my hips and pulled me up on my knees so my arse was in the air, my face still pressed against the mattress.

He wouldn’t…!I gasped in scandalized protest as a sense of foreboding set in, but it was too late.

Blaine let go of my hip with one hand, and in the next moment, he brought his palm down against my upturned backside. But when it connected with my panty-clad flesh, it wasn’t pain that made me gasp out. The light must have made him misjudge his target, and when he spanked me, his hand slapped fully against the puffy lips of my sex rather than my arse.

He had obviously planned on proving who was boss rather than cause me any pain when he swung, because if it had landed on my fleshy backside, it wouldn’t even have really stung. But, as I realized while I lay there in shocked silence, there’s quite a bit of a difference between your arse and your private parts, and the feel of his hand still seemed to vibrate through my now molten flesh. Every inch of my skin down there was alive with sensation, and I could feel my clit throbbing hard between my lower lips.

I’d never been so turned on in my entire life.

“You’re dripping wet.” The hoarse note was back in his voice, even more pronounced now.

Ohfuck.Of course he would have noticed that.

Only my still-present anger kept complete mortification at bay.

Angrily, I pulled free from his grasp and turned around so I could glare in his direction.

“I am not! I swear to God, don’t even think about touching me again!”

“Or what? You’ll beg me to fuck you?” Whatever anger had been in Blaine’s voice before, it was gone now—overtaken by that smug self-assuredness I’d come to loathe already, along with something else. Something quite a bit more appealing, if my ovaries were to be believed. It made the heat from my sex spread up through my stomach and underneath my skin.

“You’re such a prick!” I hissed, but even to my own ears, I sounded more breathy than I did angry. Which was bullshit—Iwasangry! Blaine shifted on the bed and I kicked out, hitting him square in the stomach. But before I could retract my foot, Blaine grabbed me by the ankle and pulled, sending me flat on my back with an undignified huff.

“Let go you arsehole!”

“Seems like you’re the one who can’t stop touching me.” He pulled on my ankle again, making me slide further down toward him, and then he put his other hand on my free leg, effectively keeping me from kicking out again.

“I’m nottouchingyou, you goon,” I growled. “I’m trying to get away from you.”

“Sure you are, love.” He shifted again, letting his hands slide along my legs to keep me in place as he moved up my body. There was no duvet between us this time, and I felt his warm skin against mine like a touch of maddening fire as his hands made their way to my hips. “I’m sure you’ll be dry as a desert if I slip my fingers into your knickers as well, hmm?”

His cockiness was so goddamn infuriating! I kicked out again, but this time he was prepared. I didn’t so much as graze him, and before I could roll away, he grabbed ahold of my hips and tugged hard—and then proceeded to push his hard body down on top of mine.

I froze at the press of his muscular frame. From the feel of his heavy mass pinning me to the warmth of his skin and the smell of whiskey on his breath, his closeness enveloped me—and whatever damned hormones had control over my body went wild. My nipples tightened until they ached, and a veritable flood of liquid made my already soaking panties even wetter.

“Let’s test, shall we?” He murmured into my ear. His hot breath tickled my skin and made me break out into goosebumps. “If you’re dry, I’ll go sleep on the couch. If you’re wet… we fuck.”

Six

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