He moved above me, quick as a snake, and I scrambled to get out from underneath him. Sadly for me, he was much faster-and stronger-and before I'd gotten more than a leg out from underneath the duvet, he'd pinned both my wrists above my head with one hand. The other he pressed firmly against my chest, just below my throat. Not hard enough to make me struggle to breathe, but certainly so firmly I couldn't move my upper body.
"You should be." His voice was rough, and to my great annoyance, something in its pitch spoke to my core-the part of me that was whispering excitedly about being pinned underneath him. It only angered me all the more.
I kicked out with my free leg and got it hooked around the back of his hamstrings, digging my heel into the back of his knee as hard as I could muster. "Get off!"
"Ow!" Blaine flinched and pulled back, which gave me enough momentum to rip my wrists out of his hands and twist around to my stomach in an attempt at getting out from underneath him.
"You little tramp!" Just as I clawed my way halfway to the other side of the wide bed, large hands grabbed my shoulders, and Blaine clamped his knees around my thighs tight, stopping me mid-flight. I kicked out again and caught something solid with the flat of my foot.
Blaine grunted, undoubtedly from pain. "Fine, if you want it like that..." He slid his hands down my sides along my nightie from my shoulders to my hips, pausing only for a second before he grabbed my hips and pulled me up on my knees so my arse was in the air, my face still pressed against the mattress.
He wouldn't … ! I gasped in scandalized protest as a sense of foreboding set in, but it was too late.
Blaine let go of my hip with one hand, and in the next moment, he brought his palm down against my upturned backside. But when it connected with my panty-clad flesh, it wasn't pain that made me gasp out. The light must have made him misjudge his target, and when he spanked me, his hand slapped fully against the puffy lips of my sex rather than my arse.
He had obviously planned on proving who was boss rather than cause me any pain when he swung, because if it had landed on my fleshy backside, it wouldn't even have really stung. But, as I realized while I lay there in shocked silence, there's quite a bit of a difference between your arse and your private parts, and the feel of his hand still seemed to vibrate through my now molten flesh. Every inch of my skin down there was alive with sensation, and I could feel my clit throbbing hard between my lower lips.
I'd never been so turned on in my entire life.
"You're dripping wet." The hoarse note was back in his voice, even more pronounced now.
Oh fuck. Of course he would have noticed that.
Only my still-present anger kept complete mortification at bay.
Angrily, I pulled free from his grasp and turned around so I could glare in his direction.
"I am not! I swear to God, don't even think about touching me again!"
"Or what? You'll beg me to fuck you?" Whatever anger had been in Blaine's voice before, it was gone now-overtaken by that smug self-assuredness I'd come to loathe already, along with something else. Something quite a bit more appealing, if my ovaries were to be believed. It made the heat from my sex spread up through my stomach and underneath my skin.
"You're such a prick!" I hissed, but even to my own ears, I sounded more breathy than I did angry. Which was bullshit-I was angry! Blaine shifted on the bed and I kicked out, hitting him square in the stomach. But before I could retract my foot, Blaine grabbed me by the ankle and pulled, sending me flat on my back with an undignified huff.
"Let go you arsehole!"
"Seems like you're the one who can't stop touching me." He pulled on my ankle again, making me slide further down toward him, and then he put his other hand on my free leg, effectively keeping me from kicking out again.
"I'm not touching you, you goon," I growled. "I'm trying to get away from you."
"Sure you are, love." He shifted again, letting his hands slide along my legs to keep me in place as he moved up my body. There was no duvet between us this time, and I felt his warm skin against mine like a touch of maddening fire as his hands made their way to my hips. "I'm sure you'll be dry as a desert if I slip my fingers into your knickers as well, hmm?"
His cockiness was so goddamn infuriating! I kicked out again, but this time he was prepared. I didn't so much as graze him, and before I could roll away, he grabbed ahold of my hips and tugged hard-and then proceeded to push his hard body down on top of mine.
I froze at the press of his muscular frame. From the feel of his heavy mass pinning me to the warmth of his skin and the smell of whiskey on his breath, his closeness enveloped me-and whatever damned hormones had control over my body went wild. My nipples tightened until they ached, and a veritable flood of liquid made my already soaking panties even wetter.
"Let's test, shall we?" He murmured into my ear. His hot breath tickled my skin and made me break out into goosebumps. "If you're dry, I'll go sleep on the couch. If you're wet … we fuck."
*
Chapter 6
Mira
"I don't want to sleep with you." I was pretty proud of the sneer in my voice, despite how the word "fuck" whispered into my ear in his molten voice nearly made my ovaries explode. "Keep your hands to yourself!"
"No dice." Blaine shifted his hold on me so he could keep both my wrists in one hand, spread my legs with his knees-and then proceeded to reach down, his fingertips grazing against the front of my panties.
The thin fabric clung to my skin from the wetness, and when he trailed his fingers further down, I knew he could feel the outline of my lips without any problems.
I shuddered at the trickle of desire that followed, but bit back a wanton moan out of spite. I'd be damned if I'd give him the satisfaction of knowing how strongly I reacted to him-even if it was impossible to hide the ruined state of my panties.
Then he slipped his fingers underneath the fabric and brushed up and down my slit a few times before caressing my taut clit.
I couldn't hold back a sharp gasp as a burst of pleasure rocked through me, nor could I stop my legs from widening further, pushing my pelvis up in an involuntary invitation.
"Soaked." Blaine removed his hand from my panties and held it up between us. I couldn't see much, but the scent of my arousal was heavy in the air between us. He breathed in deeply and then sucked on his fingers with a lewd pop. "And fucking delicious."
"You're an evil prick." Despite the harsh words, my voice lacked any sort of conviction. The fog of lust made it impossible to remember why I hated him so much.
"You're an obnoxious prude." Blaine's snarl had all the richness of a prowling tiger. He tugged on my panties again, once to test and then once more, hard, snapping the waistband with ease. "And you're gonna get fucked."
I gasped when he touched my pussy again, fully this time. He rubbed along my puffy lips, coating his thumb before he pressed in hard against my clit.
"Blaine!" I was only half aware that I'd cried out his name when he began circling the little nub, too overcome with the sharp sensations of pure bliss that rocked through my nerves for every round of his thumb.
It felt like nothing had before. Maybe it was the week's worth of tension finally finding a way to be released, or perhaps it was just the sheer animal attraction I'd had for him ever since he walked into my office. Whatever it was, it left me blind-sided, panting and whimpering for his touch like a cat in heat.
"Inside! I need you inside!" I arched my back up, desperate to feel what my body craved with every pulse of blood through my veins. It didn't matter that he was a cocky bastard, nor that I was faintly aware that I was meant to be scared of him. All that mattered was his hard body and the thickness I'd glimpsed between his legs earlier. He had what I needed, and I needed it now. I dug my nails into his chest to make sure he understood my urgency.
Blaine grunted as my nails penetrated his skin, but it worked as intended. He shifted above me, and suddenly his fingers were replaced by something warm, hard, and thick.
"Fuck!" His hissed outburst drowned out the hitch in my breath when he pressed in, seating the head of his fat cock with one push. "Damn, you're tight."
I whimpered in response. It had been so long since I'd been with a man, and Blaine wasn't just equipped for show. My channel trembled around him, fighting to accommodate his girth, but all I felt was pure, unadulterated desire. I needed him deep, and I needed him now.
"More! Give me more!"
"And so goddamn demanding," he added, but he obeyed nevertheless. A flex of his hips and his thick cock drove home, all the way to my very core.