Page 44 of Ensnared

Myeyes widen, andIsquirm, instinctively trying to get out of his grip.Allit does is rub me against the hard, insistent length of him until his jaw tenses.

“Just... slow down!There’sno need t-to throw me around like this.”

“Youwant me to stop?”

He’severywhere.Bigand broad and—God, does he have to feel so good? “I—N-no.”

Hesnorts, and my cheeks burn.Iglare at him.

“Didno one ever teach you basic manners?And... and can we turn off the light?Please?”Thethroaty sound of my voice spoils my indignance.

Thesmirk deepens. “Manners, hmm?”

Hesteps back, andI’mabout to reward him with an approving smile when he grasps the straps of my dress and yanks them down to my waist, completely exposing the top half of my body.Mybreasts swell wantonly over the cups of my bra.

Ichoke on a gasp, eyes widening in anger. “You—”

Thewords die in my throat as he yanks his own shirt off.Hetowers over me, andIgreedily take in the miles of corded, thick muscles now naked in front of me.Tattooscover his chest, and the intricate skulls and vines on his arms stand out in sharp relief.

Hisskin is taut and smooth over his powerful muscles, except for a smattering of circular scars that pattern his upper left shoulder and a thick white scar that wraps horizontally across his stomach.Myeyes dip as his rough, calloused hands grasp his belt and pop it open.It’simpossible to miss the tight,substantialstrain below the buckle.

Igrab hold of the door handle, worriedI’lllose my legs again.Itry to work moisture into my dry mouth, but it won’t come.WhileIknow the menI’mliving with are in good shape,I’venever seen an actual eight-pack before.Somedeep, buried part of me wants to lick my tongue over the ridges.

“There,” he mocks. “Veryfair.Reciprocal.See?I’ma fucking gentleman.”

Hishand leaves his belt and wraps around my throat possessively, then strokes down my front, over my breasts.

“Yougot some real nicemannersright here too, princess.”

Mychest lifts too quickly under his wide, warm hand.Hishard-earned callouses scrape over my silky soft skin as he traces the edge of my bra.

“I—Idon’t...Maybewe could just talk first?”Istammer.

Jaykob’sstormy eyes narrow. “Sugar,I’mnot your boyfriend.Youwanna have a heart-to-heart?Gorun toBeau.”

Mybreath hitches and whenIlook up at him, there’s more than a hint of challenge in his gaze.Akind of knowing, self-deprecating resentment.He’spushing me on purpose.

HethinksI’mgoing to run.

AndIrealize, for all his rudeness, he’s giving me enough space to get away from him.

Ipush my glasses back up, trying to think as his fingers track closer and closer to the clasp of my bra.Ilift my hand and press it against him, but instead of pushing him away asIintended, my hand flexes on his tight abs.Hesmells good,Irealize.Likecars and wind and raw man.

“Let’stry a different game,” he says with none of the humorLuckymight have teased me with, “’causeIdon’t feel like playing ‘willIor won’tI’ all night.”

Mycheeks burn.Hesteps closer again, and using one of his boots, knocks my feet wide, unbalancing me.Hishand dips to the hem on my dress, then slides up my inner thigh.

“Threeoptions, sugar.”Hiseyes glint. “One.Turnaround and leave right now, then tomorrow you pack up your things and get out.”

Iglare at him.I’vealready made up my mind, the jerk.There’sno wayI’mrunning off now.

Hecontinues, and his breath fans my lips. “Secondoption.Youcan walk out that door andI’lleven be a gentleman and tell the others we fucked.Noquestions asked.”Hesmirks. “Ifyou can prove you don’t actually want me to bury my cock deep inside that princess fucking pussy of yours.”

Hishand hitches higher, andIsquirm.I’mslick and wet and wondering if he can feel the heat of me already.Mycheeks redden at the thought.Somethingabout his rough, mocking smile is starting to get to me.Hisfingers are coarse on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.Somale to my female.

Jaykob’svoice lowers as he presses his face close, his lips an inch from mine. “Or, if you’re as soaking wet asIreckon you are, you shut up with your good-girl protests and let me fuck you.Notwith the lights off, not with a please and thank you and seven hours of foreplay.Myway.”Hislips brush mine as his fingers catch on the edge of my panties. “Fast, rough, and messy.”

Oh,God.Timeto turn your eyes away,Jesus.

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