“I don’t think you’d do anything to a woman that wasn’t willing, and I never implied that.” She was speaking softly, timidly almost, and Rian couldn’t help but get aroused over that as well.
Seeing this strong side of her, and then seconds later this very submissive side had these dual emotions inside of him rising. Yes, he liked to spank, and sometime restrain and blindfold, but he didn’t consider himself a Dom, or that he lived the BDSM lifestyle. He liked what he liked, didn’t want to follow any rules aside from the women were consenting, and if they had enough he stopped.
“I just don’t want to get hurt, and I don’t want to feel less than what I am worth.”
His heart started to beat fast and furiously at those words. Inside he could see a slightly broken female, one that tried so hard to be stronger than everyone else was around her. She was this brick of a woman, yet delicate and fragile like china. Rian found himself standing and moving toward her. He was hard and saw the way she glanced at the way he undoubtedly tented his pants. He stopped a foot from her, looked down, and saw the emotions on her face as if they were his own. Without thinking and just acting on instinct he lifted his hand and cupped her cheek. “I can promise you that you will never be made less than your worth, because in my eyes, and while with me, you are priceless.” Her breath caught, and he stared at her lips. Rian was not a man that handed out chocolates and flowers, or spoke sweet poetry. He said harsh things at times, called it like it was, and if someone fucked with him then he made sure they never did it again. But then he had to just look at Sorcha’s face, hear those soft words from her that seemed almost frightened and sad, distant even, and this human part of him rose. It seemed almost cliché to think of himself that way—his almost human side coming up—but for longer than he could even remember he had lived on autopilot, and he never thought he’d feel any differently.
“What are you doing?” She tried to sound shocked, outraged even, that he was touching her. He could hear it in her voice. But the strongest emotions that made an appearance, the truest, were the arousal, curiosity, and need for more.
He didn’t answer right away, just held the side of her face, and looked at her mouth. She brought her tongue out, ran it along the swell of her bottom lip, and that was when he lost it. He knew he should have had her sign the contract first as he was lowering his head, but he was a slave to his desires, and he wanted Sorcha like he wanted to breathe. Rian kissed her softly at first letting her get used to the pressure of his lips on hers, of his hand tightening on her face. He pulled her closer when she didn’t immediately push him away, and tilted his head to deepen the kiss. She panted against his mouth, but that didn’t stop him from running his tongue along her lips, coaxing her mouth open so he could delve inside. He moved his hand behind her head, gripped the loose strands of her hair, and loved when she involuntarily opened her mouth as she gasped. As he seized the moment and pushed his tongue inside, this groan left him on its own, as if he had no control over himself or how he felt. But he knew that already, because it seemed when it came to Sorcha he had no self-control at all.
Taking her mouth harder, and more fiercely, he felt this dam open up inside of him, controlling his action, and making it known that she was already his. She had her hands on his biceps, and although he had a dress shirt and suit jacket on he still felt the prick of her nails. It felt exquisite, and he groaned against her mouth in response. “It’s good, Sorcha.” He used his hand in her hair to tilt her head further to the side, delved his tongue deeper in her mouth, and took her like a man possessed.
“Wait,” she said against his lips, but instead of pushing him away she pulled him closer. “We should stop. This isn’t right.”
Yeah, they should, but she was addictive, he was intoxicated with her, and pulling away now seemed wrong on every level. He curled his fingers into her scalp, loved the little sound that came from her, and moved them so she was pressed against the wall. There he pressed his dick against her belly, loved the softness that he was greeted with, and knew that if she didn’t sign that fucking contract he still wouldn’t be able to stay away from her. He ground himself into her like some kind of damn teenager not able to control himself. Kissing her like he was a dying man and she was his last meal, he devoured her, took everything she was willing to give, and knew it wouldn’t be enough. Maybe a small part of him wanted her because she was so resistant to him, because she denied him the stroking of his ego that he got from everyone else? Maybe when he had her—and he would—he’d be sated and get this need out of him? Either way unless he fucked her he’d be itchy with the desire to take her anyway he wanted. And until she willingly gave herself to him he wouldn’t be able to rid himself of this need for her. This one woman could very well turn his controlled fucking world upside down.