Page 101 of Coerced Kiss
I walk back slowly and stop a few paces from him. He trails his gaze from the messy bun on my head to my bare feet. Every inch of me feels exposed under his scrutiny. I’m not shy, but I don’t measure up to his perfection. I could never drop my towel with the self-confidence he showed this morning.
Spreading his legs, he points between them. “Here.”
I swallow, remembering the spanking he promised me this morning. “Why?”
“Are you really going to make this harder on yourself?”
“You said?—”
“I’m not a good or honest man. You should’ve figured that out by now.”
My heart starts pounding. He’s right. He’s not a good or safe man. I never needed to figure that one out. He just confuses me when he’s so kind. His gentle and sweet acts lure me into thinking I have a measure of power, that what I want and think matter, and that he’d consider my feelings. But standing in front of him now, I realize what a mistake that was. I should never underestimate him or let my guard down with this man who’s capable of the worst kind of violence.
I remember that time in my kitchen so vividly that my body responds to the memory with heat sparking in my belly. It’s enough to want to stall even though I shouldn’t test his patience.
“Why?” I ask again.
He meets my gaze squarely. “You know why.”
I grit my teeth. “Because I insulted you?”
He doesn’t reply.
No, it goes so much deeper. “Because I’m your plaything, yourtoy?”
“Because your life is mine.”
Ah. Some honesty. “And that gives you the right to do with me as you please?”
“I know what’s best for you.”
“Do you?” I cock a hip. “Explain to me how a spanking is in my best interest.”
He pushes to his feet, towering over me. Predatory energy rolls off him like a thick fog, its darkness swallowing me whole. The frosty blue color of his eyes makes them appear as cold as always, but sparks glint in their depths.
His words are measured. “Because if I don’t spank you, I’m going to fuck you, and if I fuck you tonight, I’m going to break you in two.”
I’m so caught off guard not only by his statement but also by his honesty that I don’t see him coming until he’s on top of me, pinning my wrists in one big hand behind my back and locking the other around my nape.
We’re standing chest-to-chest, the length of his body covering mine. His cock grows hard against my stomach as he holds my gaze with a look that devours, letting me feel and see his intention.
I twist in his hold. “Let me go.”
“You can walk to the bed and lie down willingly, or I can carry you there and tie you up.”
The last part gives me pause. I don’t want to be that vulnerable with him, especially not when I’m naked underneath the towel. I stop breathing when he lowers his head and brushes our cheeks together.
“Are you going to do as I say?” he whispers in a deep, seductive voice in my ear. “Or would you like the second scenario better? It’s a fantasy for many women I’ve been with.”
My temper flares like a firecracker, eradicating the guard I should keep in front of my mouth. Fighting him anew, I blurt out, “I don’t want to hear about all the damn kinky women you’ve been with.”
We both still. I cringe internally while he stares at me with a mixture of surprise and victory.
My chest rises and falls with my erratic breaths as we face each other in the aftermath of the truth I just dropped. That a part of me is envious. Jealous.
I’d give anything to take back those words, but all I can do is look at him with defiance and not as if I want to bite off my own tongue.
He drops his gaze to my mouth, studying that treacherous part of me as if he wants to eat it. Before I can blink, he loosens his grip on the back of my neck and tangles his fingers in the bun on my head. Holding me in place with one hand in my hair and the other around my wrists, he crashes his mouth on mine and kisses me. He sweeps his tongue along the seam of my lips before parting them and stealing inside.