The F King:A Bad Boy Romance(38)

I thought that, one day, I'd find my Prince Charming and he would be  sweet, kind, and perfect. My dad would finally be proud of me, because I  made it all the way to my wedding bed without scandalizing Brookmere  and dragging his name through the mud with my slutty behavior.

Instead, I agreed to marry a man who, at the time, I'd only met once,  and who hadn't shown any of those qualities. The way he made me feel,  well, that sexual excitement hadn't featured in my hopes and dreams, but  sweet and kind and perfect he certainly was not.

Since then I'd been avoiding him as much as possible, and I'd never been  alone with him again since that night in the dressing room. I couldn't  trust myself.

There'd been a few meetings where Robbie Johnson filled us in on this or  that aspect of his grand scheme, though. Even then, just sitting next  to Austin, I could feel an undeniable pull in his direction.

The sight and smell of him alone was enough to send hormones racing  through my bloodstream, conveying messages to my body that I did not  want, preparing me for sex, and lots of it. It was so embarrassing,  sitting there trying to concentrate on what Robbie was saying, and all I  could think about was the feel of Austin's body when I touched him, and  I ended up slick between the legs without fail every time.

Yes, just being close to him was bad enough, but when he actually  touched me? I felt like the whole world disappeared, and all that was  left was the two of us and all those unspoken promises of mind-blowing  pleasure.

He seemed to make a point of making me squirm like that. When he touched  my leg, I wanted that knee as far away from my other one as possible.  When he reached out and touched my hand, I wanted him to make me feel  his muscular torso again, take away my choice so I couldn't feel guilty  about it, so I could let go and just be.

Each and every time the shame returned, though. I was bad, bad, bad, for  having those thoughts, an evil, selfish, shameless little bitch.

Sometimes he'd call or text, wanting to see me, and I always found a way  to turn him down. When he wasn't right there, I managed to find the  willpower.

Today, though, was going to be tough. As part of the promotion for the  next NHBFC event in Las Vegas, where Austin was going to be fighting  Ernesto Sanchez, we were going to be filming a short segment of the two  of us walking along the lakeshore next to the New Ashby Event Center and  announcing our relationship and impending marriage.

Robbie had told me about half an hour ago, a make-up lady had come and  spent ten minutes with me, and now I had a few minutes left to go over  the notes before I met Austin and the crew outside. Apparently the two  of us met when he saved me from a mugger. Well, that was less  embarrassing than the truth, at least.

Somebody knocked on the door a fraction of a second before it opened. I  looked up and froze like a deer in the headlights. Austin was here. And I  was all alone.

His eyes quickly found me, and a satisfied smirk took hold on his face  as he closed the door slowly, but firmly, behind him. I gulped when it  clicked loudly.

"They said you'd be here."

"Um …  yeah, but I guess we need to get going to the lake-" I said.

"No. We've got enough time."

Austin slowly stalked in my direction, and my sense of being a deer  frozen in surprise as an alpha predator bore down on me was more  powerful with every moment. I stood and half-tripped over my own chair  as I unconsciously began backing away from him.

"T-time for what?"

My ass hit the wall and I braced my hands against it as he came closer,  gradually looming over me. With all that size and strength, he should  have been a lumbering giant, but I'd seen him move lightning fast too.

That's what made this slow advance feel even more like he was toying  with me. His eyes dropped down, then slowly worked their way back up,  drinking me in with such intensity I almost thought my clothes must have  disappeared.         

     



 

I waited for the surge of shame that always followed any interest from a  man, and again it didn't seem to be able to rise over how hot he made  me feel. My stomach fluttered, and I felt a jolt of unexpected sensation  from between my legs that made me gasp quietly.

Untouched though I was, having Austin's eyes on me felt like an itch  being gently scratched in my belly. The satisfaction spread all over my  body, but concentrated on my clit. Why couldn't life be simpler?

"Time to practice our kissing scene."

"W-what?"

He was right in front of me now, and I couldn't back away any further.  His biceps strained at the sleeves of his shirt, even though he was as  relaxed and cool as could be, and that intoxicating aroma of his that  haunted my dreams made me ravenous for something other than food.

"Page three," he chuckled. "Guess you haven't read that far yet."

"Oh, I …  well … "

Austin put his finger to my chin and guided my face up to look at him. "You've been avoiding me."

I blushed. "No, I …  it's-"

He shook his head, cutting me off. "You're fighting hard, but I know you  want it. You've got the most innocent fuck-me-eyes I've ever seen …  but  they're still fuck-me-eyes."

The way he emphasized "fuck," I could tell that if he had his way,  that's exactly what would happen. There'd be no sweet lovemaking, no  candles, just endless lust. Images of it flashed through my mind,  shouting over my inhibitions for attention.

Austin's finger trailed down from my chin to my neck, leaving a trail of  dull fire, until he gripped my throat with that one huge hand. I could  breathe, but found it difficult when I gulped again.

He could crush the life out of me with that hand if he wanted to. All  that power, all that raw danger, pinning me against the wall, was barely  held in check. He was totally in control of me.

The powerful fighter leaned down and, as his face came closer to mine,  it dawned on me that I was about to have my first kiss, and it was  nothing like the romance movies I'd seen. He never said he loved me,  never gave me any flowers, he just held me against the wall and utterly  dominated my will to resist him.

My heart was beating so hard, I wondered if he could feel my fear and  excitement pulsing in my neck. He must have been reading me like a book,  sure of himself as he was, and when his lips touched mine, I absolutely  melted in the moment.

Austin kissed me deeper and deeper, forcing my mouth ajar further with  each motion of his jaws until it was wide open and I felt his tongue  touching mine. His hand curled around to grasp the back of my neck,  pulling me into the kiss even harder.

My whole body was tingling with exhilaration, nowhere more so than my  nipples, which were diamond-hard and aching with a need that I'd never  experienced before. Somehow, I knew, that ache could only be satisfied  by the sucking, the pinching, the kneading of my breasts by a strong  male hand.

He was so close, I wanted to push against him and feel his strength  along the entire length of my body. I realized I was standing on the  tips of my toes, straining up to let him continue to steal my breath  away and only barely keeping my balance. I needed him. Needed him.

I felt his knee push between my legs and roughly shove them to either  side, which brought me down from the tips of my toes, and I felt my rear  end slide a couple of inches down the wall as our lips parted. With his  spare hand, Austin reached under my skirt, and I felt his fingers  trailing up my inner thighs, towards the most carefully guarded treasure  I had.

A sudden flash of, not quite shame, but definitely self-doubt struck me.  If he touched me through those panties, I might or might not explode,  but he would definitely feel how wet I was, and my last veil of  deniability would be gone.

Weakly, I reached down and tried to push his hand away, but I might as  well have been trying to stop the tide coming in. Only a few seconds  later, he was cupping my sex through my sopping wet panties with a look  of smug triumph on his face.

"You are so fucking hot for me, I'm surprised you're not begging for my cock yet."

I shut my eyes at the mention of his manhood, so he couldn't read my  wild desire for it in them. That only served to make it easier for my  imagination run wild, and for a moment I saw with crystal clarity my  virgin pussy stretched around his thick rod, and heard my screams of  ecstasy.

"So go on," he continued. "Fucking beg for it. Make me believe it and I might just put you out of your misery."

"I …  I …  please … "

A knock followed by the sound of the door opening snapped me back to  reality, but I was still powerless to move. I stared into Austin's eyes  as somebody said words in what I thought must have been English.         

     



 

"Austin? Skylar? We're ready for you, could you hurry up plea …  oh. Sorry. Um …  just come on out …  uh …  please."

The door shut again in a hurry, and Austin looked like he was weighing up some options.