Page 18 of Surrendered Hearts
Her anger is as savage as mine, and if there’s one thing I know about women for damn sure, it’s that anger like this causes them to act in ways that make no sense.
I squeeze my hand around her wrist. “Headaches are my specialty. I make them go away when they don’t suit me. Don’t ever forget that.”
She tries to flick her wrist out of mine, but I grasp it tighter, keeping her where she is. “And I thought you said you didn’t want to put a bullet through my head.”
“I don’t, but there are other ways for me to achieve what I want. If you keep testing me, you will discover what they are.”
Her breaths come faster as she contemplates that, and I’m helpless but to take in her beauty. Fuck, Emilia simply breathing turns me on, let alone when she stands in front of me with her red hair surrounding her wildly, her flawless face, and eyes that burn with the very essence of her that I can’t get enough of.
“Let me go,” she finally says.
“Not until you indicate that you understand what I need from you going forward.”
“I’m not going to indicate any such thing.” She glowers at me. “Let me go.”
“Fucking hell,” I thunder, gathering her into my arms and carrying her into the bedroom, ignoring the way she struggles in my arms. Depositing her on the bed, I return her glare. “We can fight all night long if need be, but by the time you say ‘I do’ tomorrow, you will do so with the knowledge that I won’t indulge every rebellion of yours.”
Moving fast, she jerks up off the bed and comes at me with her hands, slapping my chest. “I fucking hate you and I alreadyfucking hate this marriage. And we’re not even fucking married yet!”
Wrapping my arms tightly around her, I say, “You don’t fucking hate me,dulzura.” I bring my mouth to her ear. “That’s not possible when you love me like you do.”
The way she arches into me causes my gut to tighten, and her breathless tone shoots need straight to my dick when she says, “I don’t love you.”
My hand splays across her ass and I press her against my erection. “You do. It’s all over you. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t fight me so damn much.”
“Don’t touch me! You need to let me go. Now, Javier!”
I don’t let her go.
I bend my mouth to her neck and kiss her. All the way down to her breasts. While grinding my cock against her.
“Tell me you don’t like that,” I say, finding her eyes again.
“I don’t.”
“You’re lying. You’re barely even fighting for your release.”
Keeping one arm around her, I bring my other hand up to slide the strap of her dress off her shoulder. Kissing the bare skin there, I rasp, “Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you.”
Her whimper as I kiss another trail down from her shoulder to her breast is the only response I get.
I reach down to bunch her dress up and slip my hand under it and into her panties.
Another whimper escapes her lips as I push three fingers inside her.
“You can’t tell me you don’t want me, because you do fucking want me.”
When I reach deeper, she loses all self-control.
Her hands come to my face and she takes hold of it while bringing her mouth to mine. She kisses me with an urgency that tests my self-control.
Her tongue demands mine in ways that mess with my thoughts.
Her fingers dig into my skin in ways that I like.
And her moans fuck with me completely.
“Fuck,” I growl, dragging my lips from hers and my fingers from her pussy. “This is your last chance. Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you.”