Page 37 of A Lethal Game of Trust
But two steps out of the room, a throat cleared to my left. And there he was. Standing against a doorway, arms folded, he looked me up and down. I was somewhat crouched as if I were in a spy film.
He pursed his lips. “Enjoying yourself?”
Eyes wide, I looked from him to the staircase and back.
“Run.”
And I did. Arms flailing, I shot for the steps, almost sliding down them. My socks were so smooth against each carpeted step.
He was hot on my heels. I ignored my shoes on the wood floor of the hallway. I’d just thrown the front door open when an arm hooked around my waist and pulled me back into the house. I hadn’t even put one foot on the porch.
The door slammed as he shoved me against the wall, holding my hands above my head. “Don’t want to get those cute little socks all dirty,” he muttered. “They looked so good in my shoes.”
Of course he’d seen me. I thought I was so clever.
“You caught me,” I mumbled as he dragged the tip of his nose up the column of my throat, his grip on me tight from above but somehow avoiding the fresh cuts.
“And what did we agree was my reward?” he asked, his breath causing the hairs on my nape to stand.
“You get to have me.”
Had we agreed on it? I couldn’t remember saying yes, couldn’t remember it being a question, more of an order.
He chuckled, deep and rich and it ran right through my body. “That I do.”
I glanced towards the door and wet my lips with my tongue. “Mia… she could come back.”
“Mm, you would like that, wouldn’t you?” he pondered, pressing his body into me. His hard frame belittled mine, moulding me to him. He wedged his knee between my legs and knocked them apart. Holding my wrists with just one hand, his free one glided down my arm, over my collarbone to my chin, forcing me to look back at him. “You’d like her to know that you are the one I want. The one I’ve wanted. That as much as she wants me, it’s nothing in comparison to the desire between us.”
“I hardly desire you,” I snapped.
“Oh?” He grinned and breathed a dark laugh onto my lips. “Tell me, when I pull off your knickers and slide my fingers across your pussy you won’t be slick with your need for me? You aren’t wet at the thought of my cock?”
I tried to swallow, but my mouth was so dry.
He grinned, knowing he had me there. “You just want to fuck anyone, not me?”
There was a danger in his voice, one I’d heard come from him a total of three times. That day at the bike sheds, to his father, and to me.
“I just need someone. It doesn’t matter that it’s you.”
“It doesn’t matter that it’s me,” he repeated, saying my words as if they fascinated him. “Oh, little lion, you’re so wrong. I am torn between making you come so many times you beg me to stop… or not letting you come at all. Either way,you’ll be crawling back.”
He stepped underneath me, and then I heard the fall of his trainers as he kicked them across the room. He couldn’t hold me like this for long, right? My arms were starting to ache, surely paling from the lack of blood circulating up to them.
“I won’t ever get on my knees for you,” I snapped. God, I would. But I was so ready for a punishment. To see what he was made of.
He moved back an inch to examine my expression, to see me baiting him and his grin grew back tenfold. “You won’t get on your knees, ay?”
With one hand, he whipped off his belt and pulled down his shorts and boxers on one side, then the other. I watched his every movement, eager to see more of him.
His erection sprung out and I swallowed. He was thick, so girthy I had to lick my lips. That would hurt. The old wives’ tale about the shoes had to be true.
“You’re licking your lips like you’ve seen something you want to taste,” he cooed and brushed my hair back. “So taste it.”
He forced me down, my knees making a loud hollow noise as they hit the wood floor.
I wasn’t a selfish lover, but I’d only enjoyed the sloppiness of sucking dick when I was drunk. Maybe in the last two years with Jared, I’d become a bit lazy. I knew what made him tick, what would make him throw me on the bed and finally screw me.
