Page 17 of Stealing the Dancer
“Things have changed.”His tone is flat, and I guess I’m seeing the other side of Mack.The one he tried to warn me about.I didn’t listen because I didn't want to, but I saw it flash in his eyes when he thrust his cock inside of me.His need for me consumed him, and it was intoxicating to watch.
“Because we had sex?Oh wait, that was fucking.”
“Careful,” he warns, and the calm in his tone is gone.A thrill runs through my body for some reason, and it seems Mack has opened the floodgates on my lust.
“What?You just said the same crude things to my father,” I remind him.
“I was making a point.”
“Well, clearly I got it too.”I fold my arms over my chest.
“I didn’t fuck you.I claimed you.That changeseverything.You’re not going anywhere.”I narrow my eyes on him, trying to hold on to my anger.It should be easy with the things he’s saying, but somehow my resolve is wavering.
“My father tried to keep me,” I point out.I’m not sure if I’m doing it for him or me because I love the idea of Mack never letting me go.
“I’m not your father,” he fires back.
“You can’t keep me either.”
“I stole you.The first night I walked into that club and saw you, I knew exactly what I was going to do.”
“You think it will be that easy?”I challenge, and it’s like I’m purposely poking a grizzly bear.
“I don’t care if it’s easy or hard.Either way, it’s the same outcome.”I take another step back, and he shakes his head in warning.
“I need the bathroom,” I lie, and he cocks his head to the side, staring me down.Mack knows I’m lying.
“All right, but be quick.Like I said, we're far from done.”
I bolt for the front door, and I’m shocked I make it there and manage to get it open.My feet hit the porch, and I almost make it to the ground before an arm snags me from behind and pulls me back inside.Mack tosses me over his shoulder and smacks my ass.
“You could have given me a little more of a head start.”I pout, and Mack kicks the door closed before flipping the lock.
“Not tonight.You don’t have shoes on, and it’s dark.”He drops me down onto a soft bed, and I scramble to my knees to face him.“But we both know with a head start or not, I’ll still catch you.”
“I don’t want to run from you,” I admit.
“But you like me chasing you,” he says, and I peek up at him through my lashes.
“Isn’t that weird?I ran from being held captive by my father, but with you I kinda love the idea.”
“Kinda?”He pushes for me to say more as I place my hands on his chest.
“I don’t want you to get hurt.It’s selfish that I’m not really trying to get away.”
A sexy chuckle comes from him.“If anyone is selfish, it’s me.”His hands go to my hips and pull me flush against him.
I’m kneeling on the side of the bed, and his hard length presses into my stomach.Our eyes meet, and his possessive gaze is hungrier than ever.
“You’re not selfish,” I say softly.
“I took your virginity on the couch like a teenage boy that couldn’t help himself,” he grumbles.
“I know.”I run my hands up his chest, remembering how good it felt.“And I loved every second of it.”It felt like I was making up for some of the lost moments I didn’t get when I was younger.“I love it even more when you lose control.”
“Don’t tell me that,” he groans, not wanting me to encourage him.
“How about you take it from me in bed this time?”