Page 31 of Compelled Obedience

When he suddenly backed away, an involuntarily moan slipped from my lips. Then he cupped both sides of my face. Everything about the man was dominating including the way he rubbed his thumbs back and forth across my skin. I had to end this right now or I’d never be able to walk away.

“You need to take me back to my car.” There was no conviction in my voice.

“That’s not going to happen.” Grant lowered his head.

“I don’t want you to kiss me.” I heard the lie in my tone and shuddered.

“That’s too damn bad, baby, because as I already told you. I take what I want.” He crushed his mouth over mine, his hold tightening.

As had occurred before, I was lightheaded, incapable of thinking clearly. I wasn’t entirely certain I would ever be able to think without a fog wrapping around my mind with regard to this man. Even as I tried to remind myself that he was my boss and that he was ignoring every rule he’d drafted. Yet somehow, I didn’t think he’d care.

He tasted so damn sweet that I leaned into him, crushing my fingers around his shirt. I was hesitant at first. Then our actions became fevered, the need becoming carnal and undeniable. I was thrown by the connection we shared. He was a complete stranger, someone I’d tried to hate. But every part of the woman inside of me hungered for him.

Every action possessive, he thrust his tongue inside, sweeping it back and forth across mine. The kiss wasn’t just passionate, it was a fire roaring out of control, flames threatening to consume us. He brushed his hand down my side, crawling his fingers under my skirt. When he pressed his palm against the lace of my thong, I moaned and he captured the sound.

I pushed at his hand but that only fueled him. He swept his fingers underneath the elastic, swirling the tips around my clit. I couldn’t stop shaking, the ache deep in my pussy increasing.

When he broke the kiss, he raked his teeth across my jaw. Instantly, another series of shivers coursed down my spine. I suddenly tore at his shirt, not caring that we were in a dingy restroom in an even dingier bar in the middle of a rundown area in LA. All I could think about was his skin against mine, the heat of his body coursing through me like the wildfire he’d created. I’d become a lust-craved idiot incapable of shoving aside deep, intense need.

His eyes were darker, so blue that I could see directly into his soul, yet icy as if the possessive man would never be able to get enough. His chest was heaving, his brow furrowed from the same need crushing against me.

“I want you. You have no choice. We’re leaving.”

He could have no idea how much his words thrilled me.

“I can’t wait. Fuck me.” I couldn’t believe I was issuing the breathless words. It was crazy and irresponsible.

But I wanted to feel something other than the crush of bills and the fear of being found. I needed something for myself instead of worrying about every aspect of my life. This man was the only person who could give me something I’d thought long dead.

Hope.

Excitement.

Intense need.

His upper lip curled and he cocked his head. “Be careful what you ask for, Kerri. I’m not going to be gentle.”

Why did I have no control?

“I don’t want you to be gentle. Just fuck me. Please.” I clawed at his arm with one hand as I ripped his shirt from his jeans with the other. The second my fingers touched his chest, I let off an intense whimper that floated around us like a beacon of sin.

“If we do this, then I will own you. The moment I slip my cock inside then you belong to me. Is that what you want, Kerri?”

“Yes.” The shiver continued, a sickeningly amazing series of vibrations dancing throughout my body as excitement continued to build. Yes, it was crazy. This wasn’t about love but a burning attraction that simply couldn’t be denied. Maybe I’d regret it in the morning, but at this moment I just didn’t care.

“Are you certain?” His gentle touch was in direct contrast to his words. As he rubbed his lips across my cheek, the single touch destroyed what was left of my resolve. The man was dangerous. His gaze. His voice. His lips.

But that’s what life was about, wasn’t it? Risking everything to feel anything.

I gripped his shirt with both hands, leaning into him, encouraging him to take what he wanted. “Yes.”

Exhaling, he lifted his head, dragging his tongue down from my ear, swirling the tip around my pulse of life. It was as if he had me in the palm of his hands, molding me as if I was a piece of firm clay, awakening my senses while he slowly lowered my defenses.

The electricity and sexual tension were thick and hot, so much so a single bead of perspiration trickling down from my forehead.

“You will do as I say, Kerri.”

“Yes, sir.” The words came naturally.

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