Page 68 of Bought
He crossed the room in two quick strides, his hands falling to my hips, gripping me, propelling me back against the wall and holding me there. But I was already reaching for him, my arms around his neck, my mouth finding his before I could even think.
I was tired of thinking. I’d been thinking for hours, for days, and I was done. I was tired of what was in my head and the endless questions that had no answers, the endless recriminations, and doubts.
I just wanted him. I just wanted this. Where I didn’t have to think. Where the only thing that mattered was his hands on me and the pleasure he could give. The taste of him, the feel of his powerful body against mine and his heat.
His authority. His commands. His care.
Right now, though, there were no rules. No Dom and no sub, just his lips finding mine, his tongue in my mouth, kissing me hot and demanding and fierce. Exploring me, ravaging me.
Something had happened today. I could sense it in his fury and his tension. And obviously from the fact that after telling me I wasn’t his sub anymore and leaving me alone for a day and half, he was now kissing me as if he couldn’t get enough. I didn’t know what had made him change his mind, but I wasn’t complaining.
I’d give him whatever he needed.
In that moment, I would have given him anything.
His body was a furnace against mine and I was fumbling with his belt, desperate to get it undone. He muttered something under his breath and dealt with the issue before unzipping his pants and getting his cock free. Then he lifted me against the wall, and pushed into me, hard and deep, pinning me there. “Little sub, little sub, I swore I wouldn’t do this again,” he murmured, his lips moving against mine. “But I can’t stop thinking about you.” His hips flexed as he drew his cock back and then thrust in again. “And you’re exactly what I need right now.”
He was what I needed too. What I didn’t even know I needed.
But I had no breath for words as I gasped and arched against him, loving the stretch of him inside me and wanting more. He slid a palm under one of my thighs and hauled it up and around his waist, opening me further as he thrust deeper, making me groan with the intensity of the pleasure.
He found my mouth again, his kiss savage as he began to drive himself faster inside of me. He wasn’t gentle and he didn’t hold back, every flex of his hips shoving me against the wall. Perhaps I should have been afraid of him like this, but I had no room in me for fear.
It felt so good. And he was…fierce. Amazing. So fucking hot. Stripped of all the rules and his frigid control, he was nothing but intensity and passion and I loved it. It was especially sexy that even as he fucked me with relentless force, he had one hand at the back of my neck, cradling my head, holding me for his kiss, sure, but also protecting it from hitting the wall with each of his brutal thrusts.
He took my moans and my cries into his mouth, kissing me deeper, harder, until there was nothing in the world except his kiss and the push of his cock, the friction of his jacket against my sensitive bare nipples and the heat of his body burning through his clothing, rubbing against my skin.
“You’re mine, little sub,” he said roughly, breaking the kiss for a moment. “And perhaps I won’t let you go. Perhaps I’ll never let you go.”
And perhaps you won’t want to leave.
I certainly didn’t want to leave now. He wanted me so passionately and whether it was just because of whatever had happened to him today and me being available, and any woman would have done, or whether it was me in particular, I didn’t care.
I was the one he was with now and that’s all that mattered.
There was no sound in the room except my gasps, the low sounds of masculine pleasure that he was making, and then the coiling pleasure drew achingly tight before the orgasm came barreling down on me like a freight train, completely unstoppable.
I screamed against his mouth as it hit, ecstasy exploding through me. Fox thrust harder, faster, until at last he turned his face into my neck, and I could feel his teeth against my skin as he bit me, a groan of release escaping him.
For a few minutes after that, neither of us moved, too shellshocked to do anything but stand there, his body holding me pinned to the wall, one hand beneath my thigh, the other at the back of my head.
I was trembling but his hold on me was secure, his breath warm against my neck, and he stayed there until the aftershocks had passed. Then he pushed away from me, dealt with his clothing, and without a word, swept me into his arms and carried me from the room.
I was still too breathless to say anything let alone protest, not that I wanted to protest. All I wanted was to lie bonelessly against his chest as he carried me downstairs so that’s what I did. Except once we were in the living room, he set me on the couch, wrapping a blanket around my shoulders before remaining crouched in front of me, his blue gaze assessing. “Are you okay?” he asked after a moment. “Do you need something to eat? Something to drink?”
“No, I’m fine.” I settled into the cushions and then asked a little hesitantly “Do…. the rules apply?”
“Not yet.” He frowned, not in an angry way, more as if he was weighing something up. Then he said, “You won’t find any evidence that I killed Sir George Wyndham, because there isn’t any. I made sure of it.”
A small, cold shock pulsed through me. “So…you did do it?”
He looked at me steadily. “Yes. And if I had to make the same decision again, I would.”
I was rattled. I had no idea what to say. I’d been so sure that he couldn’t have done it and yet…his blue eyes were unflinching. This was the truth.
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked.
“Because you need to know that there is no evidence here. I got rid of it all. And no one knows except Atlas. Though I suppose the Hamiltons suspect, and of course, now you know.”