Page 12 of Shiver Me Timbers
“You know the frustration and the anger, but you’ll soon know the hatred.”
His brow furrows in confusion.
“You’ll hate me for not loving you back, and you’ll wish you never me—”
His face hardens, and his hand moves lightning-quick as he steps forward to touch my cheek. The touch steals the words away from my tongue, and I stare at him in outrage. How dare he think he can touch me after what he’s scarred.
My reaction must answer his question because he hums in triumph, and his free hand lands possessively on my lower back, pulling me to him until a piece of paper couldn’t fit between us.
“You can hate me and love me at the same time.” His words sound as if he’s giving me permission, infuriating me so much I want to smack him, but before I can, his head dips and his lips steal the snarky comeback from mine.
Joseph’s kiss is angry, desperate, needy, and it’s the first moment I’ve felt even close to okay since the church. His touch makes everything okay, despite being the cause of all my hurt and despite me wanting to push him away, to not give in. All I can do is kiss him back. I want to feel okay. I want him to chase away the pain.
I want him, despite everything, still.
Met with no resistance, his hands move to my hips and lift me up to pin me against the fridge. The feel of his body against mine sends a tidal wave of relief through me, and I want to both cry and scream at myself for being so weak.
This is toxic. This isn’t right. I’m only going to worsen my pain by letting us do this, but his lips move to my neck, and his hand threads into my hair, his fingers gripping and biting into my scalp. Joseph moves my head to the side to give him better access, and the wet glide of his tongue on the sensitive skin of my neck mutes all protests I have in my head, lust so strong it becomes all that matters. I need this man right now, regardless of what’s going to be reality tomorrow.
As if reading my mind, his hands fall to my thighs against his hips, steadying me as he steps back and carries me across to the sofa in the living room. Instead of sitting down with me in his lap, he lowers me onto my back, stopping my protest with his thumb, his lips jumping into a smirk.
I want to argue with him for everything he’s worth. Submitting to him now feels frustrating and irritatingly hard. Last night, it felt natural, like it would be wrong to be with him any other way than under his command. He can shove that where the sun doesn’t shine today.
Joseph’s hands smooth over the tension in my body, sensing my internal struggle as he lowers himself to his knees. His hands stop when they reach the bottom of my dress, never leaving my gaze as he lifts it up to my waist, revealing my underwear. His thumbs hook in the waistband at my hips, tugging them down. A breathy groan escapes when I lift my arse to help.
With my underwear out of the way, he grabs my hips and pulls me to the end of the footrest of the sofa, his head sinking between my legs.
The sensation of his mouth on my pussy was once just a fantasy, but now it’s one I’m not sure I could ever replace. He brings me to climax so fast, if I weren’t too busy falling to pieces, I’d probably feel embarrassed. Instead of stopping and letting me breathe, his hands grip my legs like a vice, and he continues to lick, suck, and bite until I feel both blind and in pain with so much pleasure. But just when I think I can’t take any more, a second orgasm washes over me, sending my body completely limp across the sofa cushions.
I keep my eyes closed. I don’t want to see the look on his face. I don’t want to know if it pleased him, or if he still has that possessive, broody look in his eyes.
His breath tickles my skin as he kisses his way back up and over my body.
Joseph steadies himself above me, aligning his with mine and thrusting inside me, meeting no resistance. My body delights in the feel of him—big, hard, and completely ruining. Another man will ever make me feel this good.
My hands claw at every part of him I can reach. When my nails bite into his back, he moans against my mouth, his lips seizing mine in a desperate kiss.
“You’re everything to me, baby.”
I feel myself going blind, so consumed with the pleasure his dick brings as he pumps in and out of me. If I didn’t hate him, I would be quite happy to fuck him the rest of my life.
But he’s an arsehole, and when I go home, I’ll never see him again.
CHAPTER6
JOSEPH
The coffee tastes bitter,despite the sugar I’ve tipped into it. Everything inside me is crawling with dread since receiving the text from Tony.
Not only have they found the shipment, but they have retrieved it, and it’s waiting under the pub, to be returned to London when I return Alice to them. She doesn’t know yet, but she is going to be thrilled to hear she gets to go home and return to the life she had before I walked into it. I can’t bear the thought of not being able to fix the damage I’ve done. The more time I spend with her, the harder it is to walk away.
Closing my eyes, I lean my head back and take a deep breath. I know I deserve this, but I’m too selfish not to fight it. I can’t stand the thought of not knowing if she is okay. I had to put the bracelet on her wrist while she was sleeping. It blends into her others really well, but she’s going to notice at some point. She’ll be pissed when she finds out it’s permanent, and she can only take it off if it’s cut, but now, I’ll know where she is.
“Jesus, who died?”
Even laced with her venomous sarcasm, her voice makes my pulse race. I love how unafraid she is to challenge me.
“Peter.” I open my eyes slowly, keeping my face solemn as she stares back at me.