Page 102 of Coerced Kiss
His urgency takes my breath away. He yanks me closer, pressing our bodies harder together, but I’m grinding just as fervently against him. The flames of anger transform into a different heat that burns deep in my core. He kisses me with that devastating skill until my mind is blank and logic fails me.
When he walks backward to the bed, bringing me with him, I don’t resist. I fall deeper into the desire that rips through mybody and more under his spell. I forget who he is or why I’m here.
Or maybe, it’s exactly who he is that makes me shiver with uncontrollable need. The danger and the wrongness are like fuel on the fire. I’ve always tried so hard to be a good girl, tonotbe my mom, that I’ve never let myself go aside from the night I conceived my baby. The consequences of that night alone, of what happens when I stop being responsible, should bring me to my senses, but when Saverio sits on the bed and pulls me between his legs, I don’t want to be a good girl. Not anymore. Not now.
He lets go of my hair but not of my wrists. Staring up at me with the most exquisite hunger etched on his features, he asks, “Do you want this?”
I do, but I shouldn’t. A part of me wants to throw caution to the wind while another part clings to the threads of reason, but it’s like hanging over the edge of a cliff on a fraying rope.
“Think carefully before you decide,” he continues.
I could’ve easily missed the warning in those words. It was just a hint. Just an intonation of his voice. A little more darkness that bleeds into his eyes. But it hooks into my subconsciousness, compelling me to surface from the lustful fog that’s taken over my brain. And that’s when my reason returns and my mind kicks back into action. Pinned between his legs with my arms constrained behind my back, I’m in a dangerous position. He can easily take away my choice, and I’ll never give in to that.
I tense in his hold. My question is challenging, not giving away how scared I suddenly am. “Do I get a say?”
“Only about if you’ll let me inside your body.” Those steely blue eyes gleam with dark determination. “But if I fuck you, I’m coming in your pussy.”
I gasp at his boldness. No man has ever said anything so primitive to me while making it sound so hot.
Mistaking my shock for the negative kind, he says, “What’s going to happen? You’re already pregnant. I’m clean. I can show you the test results.”
He just happens to have test results? Exactly how many women does he fuck? “Do you often test for STDs?”
He locks his jaw. “I did the tests when I broke up with—” He continues curtly, “It doesn’t matter. I’ve been using condoms since.”
My temper gets the better of me again. “So because I happen to be pregnant, my pussy is convenient?”
A predatory smile curves his lips. “I’m sure your pussy is far more thanconvenient. I have no doubt it’s exquisite.” Letting my wrists go, he dips a hand beneath the towel and trails his palm up the inside of my leg. “I’ve only come inside one woman in my life, so that should tell you just how enticing that pussy of yours is.”
I gasp when he brushes his fingertips along the seam between my folds and my thigh.
Letting his gaze play over my face, he says in a deep, low voice, “And you’ll keep every drop I spill inside you until I say you can let my cum leak out.”
His dirty talk has my head spinning. It feels as if I’m drunk. On lust. I hold my breath, quietly begging for a deeper touch, and just when I think he’s going to give me what I want, he reverses the path of his fingers, leaving goosebumps on the inside of my thigh and the back of my knee.
“So, my treasure, what have you decided?”
I want to take this risk, but my answer isn’t without reservations. “Yes.”
His eyes tighten with clever observation. “Are you saying that because you’re scared of me and afraid to say no or because you really want this?”
“Does it matter?” I ask in a breathless voice.
“Very much.”
He could’ve already had me by force or by free will. “Why?”
“Because I really want you to want this,” he says, the light in his eyes serious. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
And that’s what sways me, what makes me reach for the edges of the towel that’s folded over my breasts.
He lets me go and sits back, comfortable in letting me know he’s getting ready for the show, how greedy he is for a glimpse of my naked body. I’ve never had a complex about the way I look. I like my figure, but uncertainty sweeps through me as I loosen the ends of the towel. Saverio isn’t an average man. He looks like a god. He must be used to having the most beautiful women in his bed, models and actresses, women who look and dress like Elena and the others at After Dark.
But he wants me, and he wants me to want him too.
More than anything he’s wanted.
That’s what he said.