Dirty Dom(16)

He smiles with that boyish charm that I’m sure he’s used on more than a handful of women, “Doll, you don’t owe me. You never did.”

A lump forms in my throat making it hard to answer, “why are you here?” I barely breathe the question. The way his eyes narrow and he licks his lips. He’s looking at me like I’m his prey. Every bit of fear I had is replaced with pure desire. My core heats, my shoulders shudder under his lust-filled gaze. “I want you to go.” The words come out weak. But I need to say them.

He looks hurt for only a split second, I almost think I imagined it, but I didn’t. I saw it. He gives me a tight smile. “I came to,” he clears his throat and looks out of the large bay window for a moment. “I just wanted to apologize for the way I treated you.” He shoves his hands in his pockets as his forehead pinches, as though he’s truly considering something. “I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine.” My voice hitches on the end. I shake my head, turning my back to him to open the door for him. If he just came to apologize, then he can get the fuck out.

A small gasp escapes me as his hand covers mine and pushes the front door closed with a loud bang. The lock clicking in place with a menacing tick. My body jumps from the noise and then from his hard chest pushing against my back. His large frame closes me in, my breasts push against the front door. My heart races and I struggle to breathe as his hot breath tickles my neck. His lips barely touch my ear as he whispers, “you didn’t hear me doll, I wanna make it up to you.”

A wave of heat rips through my body as I close my eyes. The tips of my fingers tingle and my pussy clenches as his other hand gently grabs my hip and he pulls my ass into his hips. A strangled moan leaves my lips as I feel his hard dick push into my ass. I can feel the wetness between my thighs, preparing me for him. His hand reaches up my blouse and splays across my stomach. “I owe you, doll. Let me make it up to you.” His hand over mine gently travels down my wrist, down my arm, down my side. A shiver runs through my body as he kisses the crook of my neck.

My breath hitches and the word is on my lips. Stop. But I don’t say it. I lean my back into his hard, hot body. I rock against him. What the fuck is wrong with me. He wraps his hand around my throat. I love the possession. He could break me. He could crush me. He could take me like he did yesterday. And I want it. Fuck, I want it so bad.

This is so wrong. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t feel like I need him. I shouldn’t feel so empty and hollow, needing to be filled. I bite my bottom lip, warring with myself. It was so good. Fuck, it was so fucking good before. I can only imagine how good it would be now.

My head falls back against his chest and my lips part as a breathy moan fills the hot air. A dark, masculine chuckle leaves his lips and tickles my neck. It sends an urgent need to my throbbing clit. He nips my earlobe and then pulls it with his teeth.

“You want me, doll?” His question lingers in the hot air. I can’t. I can’t want this. But I can’t say no. I close my eyes and shake my head. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes. I shove my back against his hard chest. He doesn’t move. He’s too strong.

“Yes you do; I know you do.” His voice is hard and unmoving, like his muscular body caging me in.

I do. I want it so fucking bad. But I push against him again and turn around in his grasp. I yelp as his hand grabs both of my wrists and pins them above my head. His erection digs into my stomach as his hips keep me pinned to the door. He leans into my neck and hisses, “I hate liars.”

My eyes close tight and I struggle to swallow the lump in my throat. I can’t explain it. I can’t do this. No matter how much my body begs me for it. My lips find his neck, but instead of kissing him, I bite. HARD. I sink my teeth deep into his flesh to hurt him. I don’t know why. I don’t want to fight him. But a sick part of me does.

“Fuck!” He yells out and pulls his upper body away while his hips stay pinned to mine and his hand tightens on my wrist. His dick jumps from my attack. My eyes stare at his neck. That’s gonna leave a bruise. There’s no blood. Good. I don’t want to really hurt him, just …

His hand not holding my wrists touches his neck in disbelief. My breathing comes in sharp pants as his eyes widen. I expect him to hit me. To slap me across the face. My cheek would sting with a violent red mark. I want him to pin me down on the ground, my knees burning as they scrape against the carpet while I struggle beneath him. I want him to rip my pants down and tear my panties off. I want him to fuck me. To punish me and treat me like he owns my body. I scissor my thighs, searching for relief for the heated need my fantasy left me in.