Page 55 of Fighting Gravity
“I told you not to try and escape. I rescued you and this is the thanks I get.”
“Rescued? You’re the whole reason for all of this. Everything. You’re just using me and whether or not saving me was because of some stupid, honor-driven bullshit, I’m still human and you’re still gek. We both know what you really want.”
“You know what I want?”
There was too much heat in those words.
“Yes,” I said.
His dark eyes became more colorful like an oil slick that changed shades depending on the light. I was instantly entranced and I despised it.
“Stop,” I muttered.
“I said I’d punish you if you tried to escape.”
“You don’t scare me.”
That was a bit of a lie.
“I think I do,” he said, rocking his hips forward. I was surprised to feel the hard bulge straining against his pants. “Your heart isn’t just racing because you’ve been running. It’s because I was the one chasing you. I think you liked it.”
“Fuck you.”
“If you beg me.”
I was fuming. There was nothing I said to him that was met with the response I wanted. I wanted to get under his skin. To anger him. All he ever did was shoot back with something that made me furious.
My nostrils flared with irritation. I kicked my legs, wriggling to get free from under his heavy body.
“Get off of me,” I demanded.
“No.”
I might as well have been pushing against a stone wall.
That bass vibration poured through me again and my heart went into overdrive, beating so fast I thought I was going to pass out. And what it was doing to my lady parts was absolutely unacceptable. I whined, which was not what I wanted to do at all. It was a pathetic sound and I loathed that it had come from me.
“Stop,” I said desperately. The sensation sunk deeper, consuming me. “Stop!”
“Stop what?”
I closed my eyes, my skin rippling with goosebumps. Jesus, I could feel him everywhere, right down to my toes. But that wasn’t where my mind was at. Opening my eyes again, I found Norm staring down at me, the disdain in his eyes near undetectable and replaced with confusion and shock.
“Stop that fucking sound you make,” I said through my teeth.
“It shouldn’t affect you like this.” He said, his voice so low it was like he was saying it more to himself than to me. “You shouldn’t even be able to pick up the tone at all.”
“How can I not? It’s…” I trailed off, pressing my thighs together when I noticed the heat collecting there.
This is way beyond desperation, Quinn.
“Norm,” I said, panting when I found his hand had loosened its grip on my neck a fraction.
“That’s not my name,” he snarled.
“Fuck your name.”
He squeezed again, his grip renewed. I clutched his wrist, bidding him to stop before he snapped my neck.
