Page 12 of When Sinners Hate
“Well, you made it difficult to get any reaction. Are you hard yet?” I reach out my hand and trace the ridge in his pants. His hand wraps around my wrist, and he grips, but it’s not just to keep my hand in place.
The pressure grows and grows until I can’t move my hand, and the pain makes my whole body tense. The smile that began to emerge disappears, and he pulls me along and through to the bedroom. I try to slow him down, but he’s far stronger than me.
He hauls me around, and I fall onto the bed. I kneel up and turn to face him, swiping my hand across his cheek to show displeasure at his force. It barely registers on his face, and he looks at me with coldness in his beautiful eyes.
The slap to my cheek I don’t see coming, but I feel it. It lands sharply, and pain explodes down one side of my face. My hands reach to cover the spot, but I hide the shock and pain as all they’ll do is show weakness.
“Make no mistake, Alexia, I’m the one in control here.” His hands knock me off balance, and I fall back against the bed. “You said something about fucking.”
“Ever the charmer.” I lie back and wait, trying to re-gather my nerves. “You’re a little overdressed, aren’t you?”
He grabs my ankle and yanks me down the bed. “Not for what I want with you.”
Using all of my weight, I fight, hitching my skirt up so I can wrap my legs around his waist and try toppling him. It works, but as I straddle him and brush my hair to one side, I can see the cold rush across his face again.
He moves his arms to rest behind his neck, and I stare. His lips are still red, as is the bite mark on his neck. I’m sure Ilook a little messed up, and I can still feel the skin on my cheek stinging with heat.
I look down at my future husband, but my confidence is a little shaken. “I’m clean and safe.” My hands reach for the belt and start to undo it, pulling it free before working the button and fly. My fingers reach around his hard cock, and I finally feel just how big he is. Soft, silken skin glides through my fingers as I stroke him. A strange desire hits me, proving that I actually want him to enjoy this, and I squeeze the pressure in my fingers just a little. His eyes close for a brief moment, and that triumphant feeling floats back to the surface.
But he opens his eyes a second later and smiles.
It’s a dangerous smile that makes me feel small and vulnerable, and I hate it.
In the next second, I’m on my stomach, and his hand is on my neck, holding me to the mattress, my face pressed against the cotton sheets.
“This has been amusing, but you should listen carefully. You have no control here. None. The quicker you get that through your head, the better.”
I don’t answer right away as I’m too busy swallowing down the panic rising inside of me.
His free hand runs up my leg from my ankle, over my calf and up to my knee. The pause is pregnant with so many thoughts and emotions, but he doesn’t move his hand under my dress.
“Let go, Abel. Please.” I hate that it sounds like he’s won so easily, but this certainly isn’t as fun as it was a few minutes ago.
“I’ll let you go when I’m ready and done with you.”
“Don’t do this.”
“Don’t fuck you? You were the one asking to be satisfied.”
I’ve manipulated and won over plenty of men in my past. It was easy with them. Played their game, while all the time,they didn’t know they were falling into mine. I made myself a promise a long time ago never to give up my control. But now, he's shattering that, just like I smashed the bowl earlier today.
“Please,” I beg. “You can tell me what you like, just don’t hold me down.”
“I'll do whatever the hell I like to you. Holding you down and putting you in your place will be a certainty.”
With that, he yanks my body, draping me over the edge of the bed. His grip on my neck is still tight, and he tears at the zipper on my dress with his other hand. He doesn’t stop where the zip finishes and simply tears the material from me.
In that moment, all the fun and games dissolve around me, and I’m back to being a scared girl, and my indifference for Abel Cortez crystallises into hate.
CHAPTER FIVE
ABEL
This is probably the best position I’ve seen her in since we met. Face down. Frightened. Real.
I stare down at the skin exposed to me and take some time appreciating it – back, ass, legs. It’s all as fine as it should be, considering the number of years she’s spent perfecting it. Irrespective, it means nothing to me but a vessel.
The underwear gets torn, and I sling it to the side so I can get this done. There’s no care in me about her feelings, nor is there the first thought about making it pleasurable for her. The only thing that’s in my head is making sure she understands the balance of power between us. There isn’t a woman, nor man, on this planet that will ever control me again. I do whatever I do with only three ideals in mind – profit, power or family.