Page 45 of Seductive Sadist
My jaw tightens, as if my body is taking a stand against his firm grip on me.
Come on, Skyla. You know from experience that the whole post-coital act of his is total bullshit.
I can’t let him have that control over me again. I spent way too long pining for the guy, and he walked away with my virginity and my heart.
I refuse to give him any more than he’s already taken.
That’s right. I’m in control now.
Then he runs his fingers through my hair and drags his tongue over the outer shell of my ear, exactly the way he knows drives me absolutely crazy. And I melt into him, like the whole girl power pep talk I just gave myself was just a bunch of white noise.
How utterly pathetic and sad.
Not that it makes me want to push away.
I let my eyes flutter closed, my chest still shuttering from the delicious aftershocks of that erotic assault. Goosebumps pebble my arms, my heart clenching when I feel his slick, half-hard cock pressed against my ass cheek.
“Did I hurt you?” he whispers, clamping onto my earlobe with his teeth.
Did he hurt me?
Is he kidding me? It burned like someone stuck a lit match up my ass. “Yes.”
“Good.” He sinks his teeth into the base of my neck. Not a sweet little nip, but an actual bite that sends chills scuttling down my spine.
That’s going to leave a mark.
Hismark.
My pussy clenches.
He’s a vampire, and all of a sudden, I’m his very willing victim?
I can’t help the smile from creeping across my face. He is so sick and twisted, even more so than I remember. There had always been a sexy darkness about him, a dangerous aura that screamed deviant bad boy. And it drew me in the second I laid eyes on him. But since I had absolutely no game at all, he knew he had me caught.
And shame on me because I never really tried to break free.
Even after our night together.
A year later, I was still mooning over the guy who broke my heart and spirit.
Seeing him in that club, watching his expression change when he realized it was me all grown up… I was stupid enough to think that he’d be tempted to make a move.
But he couldn’t shove me away fast enough.
It took years of immersing myself in a brand-new life to forget about his monster grip on me. And here I am, right back in his arms, the place I swore I’d never be again.
When he finally lets me go, I immediately feel the loss of his warmth and ironically, his security.
My kidnapper turned savior.
And everyone always thought I was so smart.
Turns out I’m just as stupid as all the silly girls who’d fall all over themselves in the hopes of catching Zak’s attention.
“You need clothes.”
I turn around, awkwardly holding an arm over my breasts like it actually covers anything. He takes a long look at me, like a caged lion who’s been starved for days. He licks his lips, a sexy half smirk making my knees wobble.