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She knows she’s been caught, and her eyes are wide like those of a deer caught in a set of headlights. So young, so innocent, and so fucking tempting it should be criminal. I can’t help the predatorial rush that spikes in my blood, but she is the one who unleashes it in me.
Robyn doesn’t move. She’s frozen to the spot, unease and nervousness rolling off her in waves. She bites her lip, and blood rushes south to my cock, which twitches and thickens. I curse my idiotic brain and dick for being so jumpy when it comes to the young woman standing in front of me. Corruption and the desire to disregard the ethical implications are running like fire through my veins, and all I can think is,I want her.
The monster within me who wants to feast and gorge on Robyn rises to the surface. I lightly run my fingers over the satin curtain of hair that’s hanging over her cheek, and down the graceful curve of her jaw and throat neck.
“So beautiful, Robyn,” I whisper, biting back the groan at her proximity.
I savor the feel of her name vibrating on my tongue which I want to bury inside of her mouth and her pussy. Robyn whimpers, and that simple sound combined brings a haze of desire crashing down over me.
Robyn steps closer, and as much as I know I should stop her, I allow her to close the distance between us.
“Troy?” she asks, uncertainty lacing her tone as she perches on the edge of the couch, directly beside me.
Turning, I cup her cheek in my palm. “Beautiful,” I breathe against her skin.
Lowering my hand, I gently brush over the swell of her breasts beneath the black denim sleepshirt she’s wearing.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, and I flick my eyes up to meet hers.
Another surge of heat rushes to my groin, engorging my already rigid cock even farther until it’s painful. I don’t need to look down to know how much it’s tenting the tight material of my jeans; I can feel it. Regaining some sense of lucidity, I drop my hand and lean away from her, but she doesn’t let me get far before stopping me dead with a hand on my knee.
I close my fingers around her hand and tug her towards me. “Be careful what you wish for, Robyn. It’s not too late to go back upstairs and pretend this never happened.”
Chapter Nine
Robyn
I don’t know how much more I can bear, and how much longer I can live under this roof with such a violent desire rocketing its way through me during my every moment. So far, we’ve managed to keep dodging each other—or rather, I’ve been dodginghim—all in a vain effort of ignoring the elephant in the room between us.
This whole situation is a confusing mess. I can’t see any way forward that won’t result in me either ending up back where I started, only in a worse position, especially if we get caught.
What am I going to do?The house feels like it’s getting smaller every day, and I feel like I’m balancing on the edge of a knife. I just don’t know which way I’m going to fall.
Will it be into the freedom hovering just out of reach that’s close enough to touch?
Or will it be into my Troy’s lap and potentially back into the system?
Tension stiffens my muscles, and my back straightens when I see the intensity in Troy’s eyes. I crave his touches, even the gentle ones, which I’ve spent days avoiding and denying myself. His grip on me is rougher now, filled with a need we’re both suffering the effects of. It almost feels like shards of glass are being embedded into my skin, yet I still want more.
His hot, minty breath on my face as he places heated kisses on my cheek sends shockwaves of arousal through me, as he slowly draws closer to my lips. We shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t seem to find it in me to care.
Troy’s lips land on mine, and he sweeps me up in a furious, and passionate kiss. His hands are everywhere, roaming my body, exploring me as though he’s trying to map me out with his fingers. I can’t move. I’m pinned in place by the heat of his body as it blazes through me in a surging wave of fire.
I moan as his fingernails bite into the skin of my hips, and gasp at the tight grip he’s exerting on me. I’m afraid, but the fear I’m experiencing is different to all the other times. It’s the unknown of what’s going to come of this. It cuts deeper and hurts so much more than his touch right now, because after this, there’s no going back.
His hold loosens, but not enough for me to be able to get myself free. Troy lifts me in his arms and buries his face in my neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin. When he bypasses my room and pulls me towards his, I feel a sense of something close to trepidation.
“You are too good, Robyn. I want to dirty you up, corrupt that sweet innocence, and make you mine,” he growls, kicking the door to the room open and setting me down on his bed.
He sits and positions me so I’m straddled across his lap. The hot, stiff erection prodding my bare pussy through his boxers makes me even wetter, and my clit throbs.
I grind myself against his lap, building friction as I frantically chase the orgasm that I’ve only ever had at my own hand. Troy grabs my hips with his large hands and forces me to remain still. The pleasure that I was right on the cusp of ebbs away, and I moan as I wriggle and thrash against him, desperately trying to reach that precipice, until a sharp spank across my ass wrenches a yelp of surprise from my lips.
“Owww,” I beg when his hand lands on my ass again.
Rough fingers aggressively tug at my nightshirt, and he lifts it over my head, completely exposing my naked body. When his palm connects with my bare skin, stinging pain radiates from the now sensitive area. I scream and buck, trying to get away.
“Stay still. You’ll get your orgasm when I give it to you,” he growls, and I finally hesitate.