Page 62 of Undeniably Enemies

“I don’t know.” I honestly don’t freaking know. It’s nearly impossible to think rationally when I have this many thoughts ping-ponging through my head on top of the heavy, throbbing ache between my legs. I need to go. I need to get out of here and think. But I don’t move. And I can’t make myself go.

As if reading my thoughts, a slow, curling grin slides up his face along with a predatory gleam in his already black eyes. Without another word, he shoots straight for me and rips my tank top over my head as if to squelch any further argument I have. I’m half-naked now, but he doesn’t stop there. He goes for my jeans next until I’m sitting in nothing but my flimsy thong.

He looks me in the eyes as he slides his hand down my chest, over my breasts and belly, and lower, where he shoves my thighs apart and flattens his hand over my mound and pussy. “Lie back on the counter, Wren.”

The low, gravelly way he says my name almost has me coming on the spot.

“And if I say no?”

“Then you can leave. The choice is always yours.” He comes in closer. “You don’t see it, do you? The power you have?” He takes my hand and rubs it over his hard cock. “You’re the one doing this to me. I won’t ask you again. If you stay, you’re mine tonight. Lie back.”

It’s a demand, his tone brooking no room for argument, and a shiver runs up my spine. Isn’t this what he said he likes? Control. Punishment play.

“Fuck off.”

He pushes me by my chest until my back meets the cold stone. I arch in rebellion, and my nipples turn into rocks. I don’t have time to adjust as he flicks my right nipple and then my left with his fingers, making me yelp.

He chuckles darkly. “Oh, Miss Fritz. I believe I’ve warned you about saying that to me.” Pulling roughly on my hips, he shreds my panties, and before I can catch my next breath, he spreads my thighs wider and puts his mouth on my pussy.

“Holy fuck!” I cry, my hands flying down to his hair on instinct, needing to pull him closer. No one has done this to me in years, and I forgot how good it feels. His stubbled jaw grazes my clit as his tongue thrusts deep inside me.

“Much better.” A low, feral growl emanates from the back of his throat. “Fuck, you taste good.”

“Oh, god yes,” flees my lips, and I pinch my eyes shut. I hate him. How can I want him to touch me like this when I hate him as much as I do? When I’m so fucking angry I want to burn down his world. But I can’t stop the way my body is betraying me and begging for more.

Two fingers thrust into me, and I arch back against the beautiful intrusion.

“Still so fucking tight, Wren.”

He’s not being gentle as he licks and sucks at my clit while his fingers pump in and out of me. Damn him if he’s notinsanely good at this too. He’s taking what he wants from me, something that typically sets off a panic reaction in me, but with him it doesn’t. It goes back to his stopping when I pushed him away and his waiting for my consent. Did I give him that? Who am I kidding? We both know I did.

Still…

“Stop fighting me, sweetheart.” He pulls his fingers from me and licks each one clean before he uses the tip of one to rub my clit. His mouth captures my nipple again, but it doesn’t stay there beyond one hard suck and flick of his tongue. His mouth has a destination in mind, and he continues until he’s kissing me again. Forcing his tongue inside my mouth the way his fingers are now thrusting back inside my pussy.

I taste myself on him and moan as he uses his other hand to rub across my nipples. He growls, his fingers picking up their pace, and my orgasm starts to curl warm and tight within me.

“Look at me,” he says, and I shake my head. I can’t. He bites my lip. Hard. “I said look at me, Wren.”

My eyes snap open, and for a moment, he doesn’t say anything. He just stares, his face directly above mine, his blue eyes all I can see as he continues to fuck me with his fingers and pull on my nipples.

“Tell me you want this.”

I can’t. How can I tell him that? The way that makes me vulnerable to him is more than I can bear.

His hand cups my jaw, and his thumb drags roughly along my bottom lip, all the while his other hand continues to fuck me. In and out. Deep plunging thrusts that make me dizzy and scatter my thoughts.

“Say it, Wren. Say it, and I’ll make it so fucking good.”

I grip his wrist and shake my head.

He holds my face. “There will be no miscommunication. Tell me you want me as much as I want you. Here, now, at this moment, I want to lick your pretty cunt until you come all overmy lips, and then I want to slide inside of you and annihilate anything we did before it. Just say yes, baby. One word.”

I bite my lip. He just called me baby. Sweetheart I’ve been able to handle, but baby like that, with actual tenderness, might have just been my undoing.

Please don’t let me regret this.“Yes.”

His eyes catch fire, gleaming victoriously. Bastard got what he wanted from me—to make me lose control and hand it over to him. With the flip of a switch, he’s kissing me on an entirely different level. It’s deep, diving plunges alternating with teasing whispers as we come together and break apart with tilting heads and greedy hands everywhere.

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