And when he kissed me, I knew that he was everything that I couldn’t resist.
When he first showed up at my door, I wanted to run away. I wanted to get out of there and get far, far away from him. Sitting in that courtroom with him there had been torture. I wanted to turn around and yell at him, beg him to make me understand how he could end up in the mafia, but instead I had to remain professional. My boss was sitting right next to me making sure that I wasn’t going to screw anything up, and having some wild outburst in the middle of the courtroom was definitely something he wanted to make sure I never did.
Instead, I was kissing him. His hands held me roughly against his body as he kissed me deeply and I couldn’t pull away. I didn’t want to pull away, even though I thought I hated him. I should have hated him at least. He was a mafia man, and his people were the reason that I had to run away from Seattle and the reason that I wasn’t safe in Ashertown.
It didn’t matter. None of it mattered. As soon as I was in his arms, his strong arms pulling me against him, I knew I was gone.
He pulled back and kissed my neck, tipping my head back. “You don’t have to believe me,” he said softly. “But you do have to give yourself to me.”
“I don’t know,” I gasped, barely able to talk. My pussy was a pool of wet and I wanted him so badly. “I’m supposed to hate you.”
“You can hate me. That doesn’t matter.”
“Why would you say that?”
I felt his smile against my skin. “Because it doesn’t matter. I don’t care if you hate me.” He moved back and took my chin, looking into my eyes. “So long as you let me take what I want, you can hate me.”
“Gage,” I whispered, but he was already kissing me again. I felt his hand slide down my yoga pants, finding my dripping wet pussy. I moaned into his kiss as he began to work my clit, fingers slowly rolling. I gripped his muscular arms, steadying myself.
He took my hips then and pushed me onto the bed. I landed and sat up on my elbows, looking at him. He slowly knelt on the floor in front of me.
“What are you doing?”
“You know what I’m doing.” He reached forward and easily peeled my yoga pants off, tossing them aside. He kissed my stomach. “I want to hear you say it.”
“No,” I said. “You can’t just come in here and start doing whatever you want.”
His grin was so maddening. “Do you want me to stop?” He kissed the inside of my thigh and I bit my lip.
“I didn’t say that.”
“I heard what you said. I’ll stop if you ask me to, but I know you don’t want that.”
“Asshole,” I said.
“Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I thought you wanted to take it.”
He laughed and pushed my panties aside. “I like to make you say it.”
“No.”
He pressed two fingers deep inside of me. I gasped, grabbing the sheets.
“Yes,” he said. “If you won’t say it, I’ll drag this out for hours. I’ll draw you to the edge, to the point where you’re begging me to finally finish you off, but I won’t. I’ll stop and watch you melt, groaning and frustrated.” His fingers slid in and out of me as he spoke, his eyes intense and smiling. “I’ll wreck you then bring you back, over and over again, unless you say what I want to hear.”
“Gage,” I moaned, desire flooding through me. “You’re going to kiss me.”
“Kiss you?” He laughed. “I’m going to eat your fucking pussy. I’m going to lick your little cunt until you come in my mouth. Say it.”
“You’re going to lick my pussy.”
With that, he ripped my panties off then pressed his mouth between my legs.
He started slow, nibbling at my clit, tongue rolling down my length and back up, tasting every inch of me. Desire rolled through me as I clutched at the sheets, holding on tight. He worked me like that before slowly pressing his fingers back inside of me.
“Shit,” I said, arching my back. “Gage.”
He continued to fuck my pussy with his fingers, sliding them in and out as he licked my clit. I was on fire, a hot ball of need and want. I couldn’t believe I was letting this man fuck my pussy and lick me, but I also knew that it wasn’t about that.
I was his to do with whatever he wanted.
That thought sent thrills through me. Gage could have me whenever he wanted me, and even if I was angry with him or hated him, I’d still give in because it felt so damn good. I couldn’t help myself, couldn’t stop myself. I was stupid and crazy but I was stupid and crazy for this man with the incredible fingers and tongue.