MOVING ON(29)

“What do you mean?” She quickly glanced up at him.

“If you opened your thighs more and tilted your head back down, you’d look like the perfect submissive.”

Feeling a little wicked, Rose did what he said. She heard him gasp. Before she could say another word, Peter grabbed her in his arms and hauled her onto the bed. He finally let go of her hair as he crushed her against him.

“You’re going to test me at every turn, aren’t you?”

“I want to give you everything, Peter.” She took his hands, laying a kiss to his palms.

“Everything?” he asked.

She nodded. The hungry look in his eyes made it hard for her to speak.

“I’m going to hold you to that, baby. For now, I need to be inside you.”

He didn’t move from the edge of the bed. Peter opened her thighs, and in the next breath he was inside her. Rose groaned as his hard cock filled her.

“Fuck, I forgot the condom. I can’t stop. Shit.”

Peter pulled out of her only to slam back inside. Rose held on, loving the feel of his cock pushing inside her. He stretched her inner walls, consuming her with a passion she didn’t even know she possessed.

“Please, Peter.”

“Fuck.” He pulled out of her abruptly, going to the drawer where he kept the condoms. She was on fire. His hands were shaking as he placed the condom over his cock.

“I can’t do this.”

Moving to his side, Rose took the condom from his fingers and did her best. He talked her through putting the latex on. She was starting to understand why plenty of women went on the pill. The condoms were a bloody pain.

He didn’t waste any time, lifting her off her feet. Peter was inside her before she’d hit the bed. They both groaned as he seated himself to the hilt inside her. “You feel so fucking tight.”

“Which one is the real Peter?” she asked, moaning as he pulled out of her until only the tip of him remained and then slammed deep, taking her by surprise as the pleasure mixed with a little pain.

“Huh?”

“This crude speaking one.” She cried out as his lips were on her breasts. “Or the tame, kind one.”

“They’re both me, baby. You’ll get both, and in time, if you want to, you’ll get the Dom in me as well.”

Peter moved her up the bed until she was laid amongst the pillows. When he was satisfied with her position, Peter gripped the poles of the head board behind her.

She watched his tattooed chest and muscles tighten as he pulled out of her body only to pound back inside. Rose gasped, reaching for the head board behind her. She gripped the hard wood for something to hold on to. There was nowhere else for her to go. She needed to hold on. Something had taken control of Peter, and he was showing her another side to him.

Rose wasn’t scared. He excited her no matter what he did.

“So … fuck … ing … beautiful … and … all … mine.” He spoke each word after each thrust of his hips.

The pleasure intensified. Peter was hitting a point inside her that combined with pleasure and pain. She didn’t know whether to scream for him to get off or thrust up to meet him. The two points mingled together.

She liked the slight pain a little too much. Keeping hold of the head board, she gave herself to Peter. He fucked her hard, taking what he wanted and in turn giving her so much pleasure.

He was relentless in his thrusts. Peter drew out her need until he pushed her over the edge twice. She never thought it was possible to have two orgasms, one right after the other. Peter made her body his own personal instrument.

When he was satisfied with her response to him, Peter finally growled out his release. She held him through the pleasure.

Peter had done what she’d asked and taken her away from the horrid memories of the day. Rose came down from her high, and it all came flooding back.

“We can’t escape this, can we?” Rose asked.

“No.”

His honesty hurt, but she was thankful for it. Still, there were times honesty was overrated.





Chapter Eleven



Peter left Rose in bed to grab some dinner. He checked out his fridge, finding nothing other than sandwich fillings. Shaking his head at his lack of organisation, he made a quick note for tomorrow. He’d run to the supermarket tomorrow with Rose. Grabbing some cheese, ham, and pickles from the leftovers, he made up several sandwiches and headed back up to bed.

He found Rose curled up on the window seat watching the rain.

“It’s still warm,” she said.

“It’ll get cold soon. Winter will be here and snowfall, and you’ll be wishing for the warmth,” he said, promising her.

“I doubt that. I’m a winter girl. I love being curled up in front of a fire.”