Page 15 of Frank's Felon
“You’re mine, Del. Say it.”
“I can’t.”
“Yet,” he said again, sliding a finger into her slick, then rubbing up and down, slowly, torturously slowly. The pressure, the need to rock her hips, the desire to fuck, were quickly taking over. She needed to get away from him, before she begged him to claim her as he threatened.
She pushed her entire body away from the wall far enough to slide her hands free of her jacket. The heavy jacket landed with a thud behind her, then Frank withdrew his hand and licked his finger as he stepped back all of five inches. Delilah stood there with her jeans on her hips, her shirt halfway down her arms and her bra pushed down so it was now over her stomach. And all she could do was watch him lick his finger like he had dipped it in chocolate pudding.
His finger moved in and out of his mouth, giving her ideas as her eyes dropped to the very large bulge in his pants. Before she realized it, Delilah licked her lips.
“I take what is mine, Del,” he repeated, his gaze traveling down her.
Delilah’s eyes followed his fingers as he popped the button of his jeans open. She licked her lips.
“Frank, I can’t.”
“Give me one good reason.”
“I’m not yours.”
“Yet, Del. One simple word. Say it with me. Yet.” He reached for her hand and placed it over his zipper as he unzipped his jeans.
Of their own accord, her fingers slipped inside, grazing against the velvety texture of his cock.
“Yet, Del. Say it.”
She shook her head. She wanted him, but not here, not now. She needed to stop this before it went too far. “Not yours.”
“Yet.”
“No.”
“On your knees.”
His hand pressed down lightly on her shoulders until she was kneeling in front of him, staring at his cock.
“Take my cock out.”
She wanted to look up at him, but the moment his hands sank into her hair, all she could think about was tasting him as he had tasted her. She freed his cock, enjoying the feel of the soft skin over a cock that was harder than steel. How amazing it would feel inside of her, driving deep as his pubic bone pressed against her clit. Wetness seeped into her panties, and Frank’s chest rose and fell, taking in her scent with deep breaths.
“Mouth, pussy, or ass?” he asked, with a demanding edge to his voice.
She ran her hand down his length and closed her eyes. This was not happening. She shouldn’t be here. She was too vulnerable, too easy to control. They’d broken her. Frank would break her further, if she let him.
“Make me wait too long, Del, and the choice will no longer be yours.”
“It’s never been mine,” she said, as she titled her head up finally, to confront him, to let him know she wasn’t this easy—or she wouldn’t have been if they hadn’t broken her. That arrogant grin of his should have enraged her, and likely did somewhere in the back of her mind, the part she had shut down nearly two years ago when they had destroyed her world.
“My cock is all yours.”
“But not the choice.”
There was a shift in his face, his expression darkening as his hands slid free of her hair. God help her; she missed his touch already. She wanted his hands in her hair, his cock in her mouth, her pussy, wherever he wanted to put it. It had been too long since anyone had even given her a choice about anything in life, let alone touched her in a way that sparked any emotion other than fear and self-hatred.
“You’re free to leave, but know this, Delilah. I will find you again. And sooner or later, I will have you. BecauseIdon’t have a choice.”
His hand threaded through her hair again, without pushing her mouth toward him. He wasn’t going to force her, he had said as much, and she believed him. This was her decision. How little of that she’d had in the past year. The freedom to choose, to come and go as she pleased, to decide her future. . . to even dream of a future.
She could run, let him chase her even. Her wolf was pushing her to do exactly that. To nip at the male, tease him, run and allow him to claim her properly. Her wolf liked the idea, as did Delilah, but she was tired of running.
