Dangerous:Made & Broken (A British Bad Boy Romance)(7)

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."



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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.