Page 142 of Wicked Fantasies

He watched tears form in her lovely blue eyes and he cursed his anger, his frustration.

She was upset and he should be gentle with her, but he couldn’t contain the beast she’d unleashed from its cage with her threats to leave.

Fear gripped him—hard. She couldn’t leave. He needed her. Needed every part of her. Her mind, her body, her soul, her love.

“Look at me. Damn you, look at me!” she cried.

He took a deep breath as he studied her flushed face. Her breathing was accelerated, and he could clearly detect her nipples protruding from her sundress. She was seriously aroused.

The knowledge hit him like a brick, and as always he felt his body answer the call. His cock thickened and hardened, and he had to fight against the instilled instinct that demanded he pull down his pants and take her immediately.

Her eyes saddened when she realized he’d seen the truth. Her voice, when she finally spoke, drove splinters into his heart. “It’s not natural to like pain, but I do. The second you slammed me against this wall, my body went into overdrive. It’s not natural to want to be held down, tied up, but my pussy is soaked because your hands are gripping me so tightly. I didn’t mean to drag you into my mess, Ty. I swear to you, I didn’t. I really think it’s better for both of us if I leave now.”

“You act like you have some terrible disease. So what if you like pain and bondage with sex? I don’t see?—”

“Stop,” she yelled. “Just stop. It’s not the pain or the bondage. Don’t you see? It’s everything. I should be able to control this. I’ve always been able to push it away. But with you, it’s too strong, too overpowering. I won’t make you do things that disgust you just to please me.”

“Disgust me?” His voice, like his temper, flared red-hot. “You think I’m disgusted by you? Jesus.” He shoved his hard cock roughly into the vee of her thighs. “Does this feel like disgust to you?”

He released his too-tight grip on her arms when she cried out, then moaned with desire.

“Shit.” The impulse to hit something was tearing at his insides and he had to move away from her. If he looked at her again, he’d throw her onto the bed and pound his cock into her soft, willing body until she never questioned his passion for her again.

“You’re going to have to explain why you think you disgust me, Gwen. Have I made you feel that way?”

Christ. Had he? Had all his fears come to light? He’d been too rough in the trailer, in the limo. What if he’d hurt her? Scared her?

“No, of course not.” She was leaning against the wall and in her face he could see the defeat and despair. He watched her close down, watched her barricade herself behind her self-erected walls.

He sighed.

He felt like he was trapped in a dark room without a speck of light, her thoughts locked so tightly away from him.

“Then what is it? Why are you running away from this? From us?”

“I just need some time to—” He waved the rest of her words away.

“To hell with time!”

Her temper broke in the face of his fury, and she pushed away from the wall and took an angry step toward him. “What’s the matter, Ty? Afraid you won’t get your precious screenplay written? I’ve signed the contract. I’ll finish the stupid thing. You don’t need to fuck me to get that.”

“Is that what you think?” he yelled. “That I’m fucking you for the story? Jesus Christ, Gwen. That’s quite a high opinion you hold of me. Maybe you and Bambi aren’t so different after all.”

“Why don’t you just admit that you need this movie? That you’ll do anything to see it made?”

“Who told you that?”

“My agent mentioned it when I returned to New York to pack my things. She’d spoken to your agent, who apparently wasn’t as thrilled by the bargain we’d struck as you were.”

“And you honestly think I’m having sex with you to ensure that you’ll stay and finish writing the script? I have a contract for that. Besides, up until this point, I haven’t seen you resisting me very hard.”

She sucked in an angry breath, but he shook his head, halting any reply she might have made.

“I’ve changed my mind. It’s not me you think so little of. It’s yourself.”

She gasped at his harsh words, but he couldn’t regret them. Never once since her return to his house had she indicated she understood his need to make this movie. Never once had she asked him why it was so important.

“Do you know why I want to make this movie?”

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