Page 34 of Iris' Lying Eyes

I can’t go back there. And I’m completely mystified as to why he’s so damn insistent.

Stepping into my space, he grabs the pillow from my grip and wrenches it away. Standing, I slam my hands on my hips.

His eyes drop to my heaving chest again, and he licks his lips. My skin tingles at the promise in his eyes, but I’m not about to roll over.

No fucking way.

“Have a good look because you’ll never touch them again,” I say, arching my chest.

His eyes widen before he tips his head back and laughs. “Baby, if I want you to beg, you’ll beg.”

“Ha fucking ha!” I scream, grabbing the other pillow and throwing it at his face.

Arrogant sonofabitch! Ugh.

He grabs it out of the air, tosses it aside, and rushes me. Before I know it, I’m lying on the bed, and he’s over me, his knee between my legs.

“Get off,” I say through clenched teeth.

My core is pulsing at the contact. I’m close to pumping against him, but I have some fucking dignity. Or so I thought until he raises a brow and grinds his knee against me.

Biting my lip, I look away and close my eyes, but they fly open when he replaces his knee with his hand and slides his fingers through my folds.

“Nice and wet,” he says, and I whimper.

His eyes blaze into mine as he massages between my lips. It’s both a tease and a promise of things to come, and with the last dredges of my sanity, I say, “Get off.”

His mouth curls in a dangerous smile, and I lose the battle when he says, “Oh, I plan to.”

“Bas—” I start only to moan when he pumps his fingers inside.

My fingers and toes curl, and I arch against him, biting my lip to keep the moans inside.

Maybe I am giving in, but I still have some pride.

“Sweet,” he rumbles, licking his fingers one by one.

My skin burns at the sight, and I sigh, thrusting for all I’m worth. I need him so badly.

He raises his glittering dark eyes to mine and dips back inside, rasping, “Impatient, too.”

Fuck! He feels so good that I throw every shred of sanity out the window and arch into the air, demanding, “Harder.”

With a chuckle, he presses my legs open, and I drop to the bed, panting. What’s he waiting for?

“B…”

When he doesn’t answer, I glance at him and his mouth curls in a smirk. “Oh baby, you’ll take what I give or get nothing at all.”

“Is that right?” I breathe, grabbing his junk through his pants.

He grunts and I grin because within seconds, he’s divested himself of his clothes.

Laying back down, I stretch my legs wide. I don’t need foreplay. Bastionisforeplay to me.

With a single-minded intensity that makes me pulse, he grabs my legs and pulls me to the edge of the bed before slamming inside.

“Fuck,” I cry out, unprepared for the sting. He’s huge, this I know but damn.