Page 50 of Tempted By Eden

The air between uscrackles, like all the oxygen has been sucked out of the room. James stands before me, towering, his shoulders tense, as though holding back a torrent of energy beneath his skin. His hair is tousled, his jaw clenched so hard I can almost hear his teeth grinding.

On the surface, he’s furious—intimidating, even—but I know him better. I see the tension rippling through him, barely masked by anger.

It’s not just fury. It’s something wild that he doesn’t know how to control.

And James? James always needs control.

The man standing before me now isn’t the same man who gently held my hand over dinner, who smiled at me like I meant more to him than just another conquest. No. This is James the dom, the one who commands, who expects nothing less than full submission. His eyes are on mine with a force that makes it hard to breathe.

I swallow hard, my pulse quickening. Heat crawls up my neck, my body reacting to the power radiating off him in waves. I hate that he can do this to me—how easily I soften under his dominance. How part of me craves this.

“I’ll prove you’re mine,” he growls, deep, rich, and filled with a hunger that makes my knees weak.

Before I can respond, his hand wraps around my throat—not tight enough to hurt, but enough to send a jolt of electricity down my spine. My body surrenders, and his smirk tells me he feels it too.

In one fluid motion, he spins me around and pins me against the wall, his grip still firm around my neck. The cool surface presses into my back, but it’s nothing compared to the heat radiating from his body, now inches from mine.

“Let’s see if your body knows who it belongs to,” he murmurs.

Before I can process his words, he tears the sheet from my body, leaving me bare. His fingers thrust into me without hesitation, driving deep, and the shock of it rips a gasp from my throat.

I’m wet, embarrassingly so.

“Ahhh,” he chuckles, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Just as I expected. Look at you—your cunt is already dripping, begging to be fucked.”

His fingers pump in and out, his thumb brushing over my clit in maddening circles. I’m falling apart, the pressure building too fast, too strong, and I can’t stop it. I can’t hold back. I come hard, my body shaking, my moans filling the room.

He pulls his fingers out and holds them up, showing me the evidence of my surrender, his mouth twisted in a snarl. I should be embarrassed, humiliated even, that he made me come so quickly, but I’m not. James knows my body better than anyone, and he knows exactly how to use that power.

“See?” he taunts. “Your body knows its master. Your mind just needs to catch up.”

He crashes his lips against mine, devouring me in a kiss that’s more like a battle. It’s not gentle or soft—it’s demanding, a claim. My head spins as I melt into it, my legs trembling. When he lifts me and presses me harder against the wall, I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively. His lips never leave mine as he fumbles with his zipper, freeing his cock.

He thrusts into me in one powerful stroke, filling me completely. My head falls back, a low, animalistic sound escaping my throat. He pauses, deep inside me, his breath hot against my neck. God, I’ll never get used to this—how he fills me, how perfectly we fit together.

He grips my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Who do you belong to?”

My core pulses, desperate for him to move, to create the friction I crave. But I can’t give in. Not yet. I refuse to give him the satisfaction.

“I belong to no one,” I whisper, daring him even as my body betrays me.

His eyes flash and without warning, he drives into me again, harder this time. His thrusts are punishing, each one sending shockwaves through my body.

“My cock inside your tight little pussy says otherwise,” he grinds out, each word punctuated by a deep, harsh thrust. “From now on, no one else will touch you.”

“Dream on, asshole,” I bite back, but even as the words leave my mouth, I know I’m losing the battle. My body is giving in, clenching around him as pleasure builds, overwhelming, consuming.

With a swift motion, he pulls out, slides me down and turns me to face the wall, guiding my hips as he bends me forward. I brace my hands against the wall for support as he presses close, sliding back inside me. His palm lands on my ass with a sharp, stinging slap. The sound ricochets off the walls, followed by my breathless moan.

“Wrong answer,” he grunts. His palm meets my skin, harder this time, the sting sending pleasure and pain coursing through me. My body trembles, my resolve weakening.

“Try again, my sweet little slut.” His tone drips with authority, and I’m losing myself—losing the battle. “I won’t stop until you give me the answer I want.”

I shake my head, whimpering. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“Watch me.”

Three more slaps, each one more brutal than the last. My body is a mess of pleasure and pain, and I begin to slip, my defiance crumbling with every punishing thrust.

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