Page 79 of Resisting Mr Black
“I’m bored with having these conversations with you. This is your issue, not mine. Deal with it.”
I push past him into the bedroom and hear him growl in exasperation, then his hand closes around my wrist and spins me back round with such a force I crash into his chest. I don’t have the chance to protest because his lips attack mine, his hands cup my face, and I’m pushed backwards against the wall. I tell myself I’m angry with him, but my body is deceiving me and redirecting my anger into need. My hands snake into his hair and push his lips harder against mine, deepening the kiss, igniting my core. The length of his body is pressed against me and I’m trapped between him and the wall. He pushes his hips into mine, digging his erection into my hip bone and I gasp at the realisation he’s pissed off but just as turned on as I am. His right hand slides down my body, curling in between my thighs.
“I haven’t got time,” I tell him, feebly as I carry on kissing him back.
He pushes his hand down the front of my black lace knickers which causes another moan to leave me. “Then stop me,” he breathes against my lips. “You don’t feel like you want me to stop.”
I want him and all rational thoughts have left my brain.
“Don’t stop,” I groan as his fingers stroke my clitoris.
He removes his hand from my knickers and two large hands slide beneath my buttocks and lift me up the wall. I loop my arms around his shoulders and link my legs around his waist as he pulls my underwear to the side and pushes himself inside me, forcing me higher against the wall. My head rests back and my eyes shut as my mind spins into oblivion.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he rasps in my ear as white-hot tension mounts as he pounds into me. This isn’t soft and gentle. This is hard, angry fucking.
“Tell me you’ll come home to me tonight.”
I flicker open my eyes to see two dark, shimmering pools staring back at me. “I’ll always come home to you.”
He presses his forehead to mine. “Promise me.”
I run my fingers up into his hair, entangling them into his thick, soft locks. “I promise.”
He kisses me deep and urgent as my core tightens, and he twitches inside me. The tension at my centre peaks and a warm wave washes over me as I tear my lips from his, and he follows me over the edge, groaning my name against my cheek as his thrusts slow, and he empties himself.
After a few seconds, he lifts his eyes to mine, and they’re burning with intensity. “I can’t come with you this evening, but I will be inside you.”
I feel a throb between my legs at his possessive crudity and I’m alarmed I’ve responded in such a way.
I haven’t got time for another shower. Part of me is still annoyed that he barrelled his way in and tried to tell me what to do.
“My taxi is coming to collect me in”-I glance at my watch-"Five minutes.”
He slides out of me and lowers me to the ground, helping me to rearrange my outfit and fastening his fly. He pulls something out of his back pocket and offers it to me. A key.
“A front door key, as promised. Come back to mine later.” He kisses me lightly on the lips. “I haven’t finished with you tonight.”
My insides tingle at his statement, but I remind myself that I’m still cross with him. I take the key and place it on the bedside table.
“Don’t be showing up tonight in any club,” I warn, tugging my skirt down. “It’s a man-free zone.”
“It had better be.” His lips twitch into a smile to show me he’s joking. “Don’t worry, I won’t be. There’s some business that’s come up that I need to sort out.” He tucks his shirt back in. I haven’t got time to ask what he’s got to sort, the taxi will be arriving pronto.
“Text me, when you’re on your way home, otherwise I’ll worry.” He kisses me once on the lips. “Who am I trying to kid? I’m going to worry anyway.”
My heart melts. “There’s no need to. Lucy’s sister Sarah will be with us. If there’s any bother, I’ll just let her loose on them.”
Twenty-Four
Whoops of laughter can be heard from inside the taxi before I even open the foyer door. As I cross the road, the door of the taxi slides open, and the raucous laughter spills out onto the pavement.
Lucy waves a hand through the door. “Come on, Soph.”
I launch myself into the back of the black people carrier onto one of the fold-down seats and slide the door closed. Lucy is on the back seat, dressed in a white and black burlesque costume with a pink, glittery “Bride To Be” sash draped around her chest. A short, white veil completes the look. Curls cascade around her shoulders and the rosy flush to her cheeks tells me she’s already been drinking.
“Sophie Ward, long time no see!” Sarah, Lucy’s older sister, cries from beside her. She, and the other woman perched on the seat beside me, whom I’ve never met before, are all dressed in the same outfits. The only difference being Sarah’s costumepulls a little tighter around her ample bosom. Lucy shares the same blonde hair and blue eyes as her sister, but Sarah is even louder, if that’s at all possible.
“Hi Sarah,” I smile.