Page 23 of Draco's Defiance

“Moira.” Folding over her, his strong arms landed either side of her head on the couch before his body lowered gently over hers. “You feel so fucking good.”

“So do you.” Her response was a breathy moan as she attempted to buck back against him, but he was too strong for her to move, his cock buried deep inside her as his body pinned her to the seat. “Sir.”

Eyes closed, she reveled in his strength and heat, certain of one thing: nothing could ruin this sublime moment of connection.

“You’re amazing.” His lips nipped at the side of her neck, eliciting another guttural cry, but nothing prepared her for what came next. “I’m going to come in your ass.”

Chapter Nine

Draco

“DRACO, NO!” MOIRA WAS wide-eyed as her gaze found his, but he only shook his head at her mistake.

“Need another ten so soon?”

He didn’t want to leave the warm folds of her tempting body, but he would, knowing he could spank her pretty behind and plunge back into her inviting cunt within minutes. She might not know it yet, but she was his to do with whatever he chose.

“I’m sorry, but...” her voice trailed away as her hands scrabbled at the leather, frantically trying to push her away from the sofa, but unsurprisingly, his weight ensured she stayed just where he wanted her. Holding her in place, he listened to her spiraling thoughts, interrupted only by her protest. He can’t be serious! Not this again. I don’t want it! “I can’t!” she insisted. “I don’t want that.”

“Come on now.” Easing his cock from her, he moved slowly, taking his time as he screwed her into the leather. She was obviously nervous about the prospect of anal sex, her thoughts suggesting that perhaps some other guy had put her off. “You’re plenty wet enough and I promise to go easy.”

“No.” She tensed at the verdict, her muscles threatening to eject him altogether. “No, I don’t want this.”

“Hey.” Locking gazes with her, he thrust deep inside of her cunt until her lips parted. “Remember how this works? You agreed that I was in charge and that means you don’t say no.”

There was the Draco of old. The guy who always got what he wanted, even if it meant he had to take it without permission. He didn’t really want to harm Moira, but this new resistance in her only made him want to fuck her harder.

“You don’t understand.” She sounded on the verge of tears. “I should have said before, but that’s the one thing I don’t do.” Please, don’t... The silent plea never left her lips, but he heard it all the same. Oh God, he’s going to hurt me.

“Somebody hurt you?” His hips stilled as his gaze speared her. For some reason, the idea of some swine causing her pain was more difficult to tolerate than he’d imagined.

“Yes, I...” Once more she hushed, the dialogue in her mind rushing forward to fill in the gaps. How can he know that? I’ve never told anyone about Alex. No one knows.

“Who hurt you?” It was the most bizarre thing to ask in the middle of sex, but suddenly, Draco had to know. He wanted to find the fucker and ensure someone did to him whatever he’d done to Moira.

“I’m sorry.” There were real tears then, and not the type he inspired with rough sex, but the sort that seemed to instantly extinguish his arousal.

So much for liking a woman’s fear. His jaw stiffened as he withdrew from her, removed the condom, and pulled her upright. It appeared the theory depended on which woman’s fear was in question.

“Hey.” His voice was soft as he spun her around to face him and wrapped his arms around her. “It’s all right.”

This is a first. His brow rose in acknowledgement. All of the women I’ve screwed here, and it’s never ended like this. There had been plenty who he’d escorted out when their usefulness had come to an end, but none who he’d felt the urge to console. Or, maybe I just never cared enough to check?

That was the most perturbing idea of all.

Burying her face into his chest, she shook her head as she sobbed. “I’m sorry,” she repeated. “I’ve ruined things.”

“Nothing’s ruined,” he lied, thinking of his erection that had once been fit to burst, but was now dwindling by the second. “Here.” Kissing the top of her crown, he walked around the back of the sofa and collected a blanket from the pile he kept there. “Put this around you.”

Her smile was grateful, even if her mascara was now painted all around her eyes. Not that it mattered though. Moira was still easily the most captivating woman he could recall bringing back there.

It was another concerning realization.

“Thanks,” she sniffed. “I must look like such a state.”

“You’re beautiful.” Taking her face between his hands, he stared into her green eyes, accepting that he meant it. She wasn’t the youngest, or even the most conventionally attractive, but there was something utterly mesmerizing about the woman. “And I won’t hear another word about it.”

Her lips twitched as though she thought to argue, but her mind was finally quiet, conveying that perhaps his consideration had soothed her. “You’re being kind.”