Page 36 of His to Possess
“Be careful what you wish for,” he said, his thumb brushing across my lower lip.
I couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped me. My body betrayed me, leaning into his touch even as my mind screamed at me to push him away. The conflict raged within me—fight or submit?
“I’m not one of your possessions,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “You can’t control everything I do.”
His eyes flashed dangerously. “Can’t I?”
Before I could respond, his lips crashed into mine. The kiss was hard, demanding, nothing like the calculated one we had shared earlier. This was raw, primal, and it ignited a fire within me that I couldn’t ignore.
My hands came up to his chest, intending to push him away, but instead, they fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer. I kissed him back with equal fervor, pouring all my frustration and desire into it. All the oxygen had been sucked out of my lungs as he kissed me, and, at that very moment, I would have chosen his kiss over anything else in this world.
His hands slid down to my waist, gripping tightly as he pressed me against the workbench. I could feel every hard line of his body against mine, and it was intoxicating.
When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily. I stared up at him, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.I wanted to scream at him for thinking he could control me, and yet I also wanted to beg him to touch me again.
“This doesn’t change anything.” I panted, trying to regain some semblance of control.
Rex’s lips curved into a dangerous smile. “Oh, but it does. It changes everything.”
I should have known better than to challenge Rex Compton. The realization hit me as he turned me, forcing my hands onto the cool surface. My heart was pounding, part of me anticipating what was to come, and another part dreading it.
His body pressed against my back, and I felt his fingers toying with the edge of the shirt. The button-down was loose, and I realized too late that he was going to discover I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. A soft curse escaped his lips as he found my bare skin.
“No underwear? How very naughty of you.” I felt his hot breath against my ear.
I didn’t get a chance to respond before I felt his teeth sinking gently into the soft skin of my earlobe. I was torn between wanting to push him away and melting into his touch.
“Your defiance is admirable. But now you will learn the consequences of trying to make me lose control.”
His hands slid down my hips, pulling the shirt up to bare my bottom. My breath caught in my throat. I wasn’t given much time to process what was happening before I felt his gentle kick on my ankles, urging me to spread my legs. He put a hand between my shoulder blades and forced me to bend down over the table.
“That’s it. Let me see how wet you are.”
My face flamed with embarrassment, but my body betrayed me, craving his touch, remembering how he had made me feel less than twenty-four hours ago. I slowly parted my legs, feeling vulnerable and exposed. I could feel the dampness between mythighs, evidence of my desire, and it only served to heighten my arousal.
“Such a beautiful sight.” His fingers lightly traced patterns on my inner thighs. “Look at how your pussy glistens for me, aching to be touched. For someone who constantly challenges me and fights my control… you most certainly seem to enjoy it.”
A moan escaped my lips as his fingers brushed against my slick folds. My body arched towards his touch involuntarily, wanting more. His fingers glided over my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me.
“That’s right, let me hear how much you like it,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire. “I want to hear you beg.”
I made a futile attempt to push against the hand holding me down, but I was no match for Rex’s strength. A small chuckle escaped him. His lips brushed against my ear.
“You won’t beg?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement. “We’ll see about that.”
His fingers pursued their torturous dance over my sensitive clit, teasing and circling, but never quite giving me what I craved. He moved in a slow, circular motion that stimulated me in all the right places, making me feel like I was losing my mind. Just when that pleasure would build ever so slightly, he’d pull back, giving me nothing but teasing brushes that made my knees weak, leaving me gasping and writhing against his touch.
“I—I won’t,” I managed to say, my voice ragged. “You can’t make me beg.”
Rex’s laugh sent shivers down my spine. “Can’t I? Watch me.”
His fingers finally plunged inside me, and I cried out at the sudden fullness. He thrust slowly at first, building up a deliciously torturous rhythm. My hips moved involuntarily, wanting more, needing more.
“Beg for it.” He leaned over, his warm breath tickling my ear. My body was on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure. My body was yielding to his touch, but not my mind.
I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, no matter how close he was pushing me to the edge. “No…” I whispered, my body aching with need. “I won’t.”
Rex chuckled, his fingers continuing their relentless motion. “Stubborn, aren’t you?”
