Page 88 of Compelled Obedience

“What do you think I’m doing?”

His rumbling laugh made me shiver and the way he ground his hips against me made me so full. I reached back, rubbing my palm up and down the outside of his thigh and he growled in appreciation.

Then he yanked me away from the wall, cupping both breasts. “Don’t think you’ll ever be in charge.” With that, he pulled out, thrusting into me again. As he’d done before, he developed a perfect rhythm, driving me into moments of raw ecstasy then pulling back, repeating the action until I was left breathless and tingling all over.

“Mmm… We shall see.”

His laugh was boisterous, his cock filling me completely. “I guess additional discipline will be in order to ensure you’re a good girl.”

He knew what his words did to me, the thrill and excitement his praise allowed. I was happier than I’d ever been, which might seem ridiculous to some, but he had a way of forcing everything else in my life to disappear. There was only this moment in time and the two of us. And nothing would interfere. Nothing.

Grant slowed his actions, taking his time to knead my breasts. When he nipped my ear, he flicked his fingers back and forth across my nipples. Then he pinched them without hesitation, plucking and twisting until I cried out in ecstasy.

“Yes. Yes!”

I could tell only minutes later that he was losing control, his breathing even more labored than before. When I squeezed my muscles, laughing under my breath, he pinched my hardened buds even harder. The combination of pain and pleasure was more exacerbated than before.

And I loved every second.

As his body started to shake, I allowed myself to float into a blissful moment. Heat and passion. Need and longing had already started to drift into something I never believed could happen.

I was falling in love with him.

The thought should terrify me, pushing me back into the cage of steel I’d wrapped around myself, but in another unusual moment, I felt nothing but utter freedom from the chains.

That made me adore him that much more.

As he threw his head back, allowing a roar to push past his lips the same time he erupted deep inside, another silent tear fell. The man had become my everything.

After he stopped shaking, he pressed the full weight of his body against mine once again, holding me in place. Then I felt him stiffen and knew our incredible moment of intimacy was about to end, real life returning with a vengeance.

His breathing remaining ragged, he held me close, continuously pressing kisses against my neck. However, the tension had returned. There was something he needed to tell me.

“I heard from my friend in the justice department.” His tone was deep and even and I stiffened immediately.

“And?”

He took his time turning me around to face him, his eyes searching mine. When he cupped my face, rubbing his thumb back and forth across my lips, I was certain he’d learned exactly what happened all those years ago. I’d told myself I’d never say a word, but years before Detective Randolph had somehow gotten it out of me, even though it hadn’t mattered. Too many years had gone by, the lack of evidence and the timing not in my favor.

“I know what your stepfather did to you.”

Grant wasn’t challenging me nor was there any anger, just a quiet reverence of a man determined to never allow anything like that to happen again.

“I…”

“It’s okay, honey. I’m so sorry. What he did was reprehensible. The bastard deserved to die.”

“He took my virginity,” I said because I needed to admit it, attempting to keep the past from derailing the present or my future. I refused to allow Drago to take anything else from me.

“Maybe so, my beautiful kitten, but I plan on taking your heart.”

As he captured my mouth, pulling me close, I allowed one last tear to fall. It would never happen again, at least not because of what the horrible man had done to me. I’d reserve my tears for moments of happiness spent with my tiny family.

And maybe the one that would continue to grow in time.

The kiss was a passionate roar, a sweetness that kept the longing just under the surface, but when he pulled away, his breathing uneven, I knew there was something even worse he had to share.

So I was the one who said the words that I knew to be true in my heart.

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