Her lower lip trembled as the memory of Tammy’s triumphant smile as she clung to Dallas. “You’re such a liar.”
“I’m not lying! If I wanted Tammy I could have her, but I’m not there. I walked out on one of the biggest nights in the history of my company because I hurt the woman who means more than me than anyone or anything.”
The way his voice went soft and gentle, as if he was talking to someone irrational, really pissed her off. She shoved out of her corner and advanced on him. “Get out. I want you out of here right now.”
She tried to shove him off her bed but he caught her wrists. “Why didn’t you come talk to me? Why did you just leave?”
Trying to jerk away from him, she became aware that her towel was coming precariously close to falling and froze. “What? So I could hang around and watch all the women you’ve fucked fawning all over you? So you could accuse me of being a skank in front of everyone—again. No thank you.”
With a low growl he pulled her down onto his lap and she tried to wiggle away from him, but he was a former UFC world champ and she didn’t have a snowflake’s chance in hell. In a matter of seconds he had her pinned to the bed with his body in a way that left her helpless, only feeding the fuel of her anger. She could probably scream for help and one of her neighbors would hear her through the thin walls of her condo and they’d call the cops, but that would rob her of the chance to tell Dallas what an asshole he was.
Her towel had come askew and she was all too aware of her hard nipples scraping against his chest. While she tried to tell herself it was just an adrenaline rush, adrenaline rushes didn’t make her pussy wet. His weight on top of her felt too damn good and she was so not going to admit that being held down like this turned her on something fierce. To her shock he leaned down and pressed a kiss onto her neck, almost losing his ear when she snapped her teeth at him.
He frowned down at her. “You need to settle down and listen to me.”
“You need to fuck off and—”
She never got the next word out because he flipped her over on her stomach. While she cursed and tried to move him he tied her hands together with something, then wrapped some silky cloth around her head, forcing it between her lips. Bound and gagged, he moved her back over so she was on her back again. Beyond pissed, she struggled against her bindings, trying to get free so she could kill him.
To her disgust he just grinned and watched her writhe on her mattress until she finally lay there in a sweaty, panting heap but with her hands still bound and her mouth still gaged.
“Done with your tantrum?” he asked in a quiet voice.
“Fuck you,” she said, or at least tried to say.
It must have come through loud and clear because he smiled at her, a predatory smile that actually made her wet. Damn her hormones had bad taste and timing. He licked his lips and her pussy throbbed. “Oh, you’ll be begging me to fuck you by the time I’m done with you.”
She glared, then rolled over on her stomach so she could flip him off with both bound hands. “See, this is why I love you. I love you, Amanda. Not anyone else. Only you.”
Blinking up at him, she frowned and tried to figure out if he was telling the truth, a truth she wanted so desperately to believe in.
He leaned down and brushed her hair back from her face with a gentle touch. “I never want to hurt you Amanda, ever. Do you really want me to let you go? You don’t have to say your safe word, just nod and I’ll release you.”
The rapid beat of her heart was doing nothing to calm her down. He said he loved her. Well, it wasn’t exactly a heartfelt, on-his-knees plea, he did seem sincere and as she searched his expression and gaze she couldn’t see an obvious lie. He started to look worried.
“Hold still and I’ll let you up. I’m sorry if I scared you.”
“Wait,” she said in a garbled voice. “You love me?”
Her heart thumped and she looked over her shoulder at him. He smiled and began to unbutton his shirt, slowly, revealing his magnificent body an inch at a time. The thought that Tammy had been touching him sent a purely territorial streak through her and she wanted to shove him into the shower to wash the slut’s stank off of him.
“That’s right, I love you. I love how brave you are, how smart, how classy and yet at the same time you can cuss up a blue streak. I love how you take care of me, how I’m the only one who gets to see the soft, feminine side of you that comes out when you make love. I love your temper, your kindness, and how you devour me with your eyes, like you want to eat me alive. Kind of like you’re doing right now.”
She stared at him, unable to believe he was saying these things, wanting to believe he was being truthful but still too hurt by his earlier actions to trust him.
“I wish Tammy hadn’t been there tonight, but she’d been contracted before we broke up for tonight’s event. I promise you I’ll never be near her again. You’re right. I should have known she was pulling some kind of shit. Hell, she’s been doing crap like that since the day we met, but it took me way too fucking long to see it.” She turned away, not wanting him to see the tears trailing down her cheeks. To her shame she moaned when he gently rubbed her back. “I love you, Amanda. I want you, no one else. Certainly not fake, pretentious bitches who are only fucking me to try and get my money. You don’t give a shit about any of that, you love me for who I am.”
“I don’t love you,” she mumbled through the gag.
“Liar,” he whispered into her ear, tracing the shell with the tip of his tongue. “I’m so sorry, mi querida, and I swear to you it will never happen again. Please forgive me.”
She could only moan as he shifted and slid his long, rough fingers between the soaking lips of her sex. It was insane how she could want to kick his ass and fuck his brains out at the same time, but the anger had somehow switched to lust. Making a pleased sound deep in his throat, he leaned back and began to place kisses along her spine. Each touch of his lips turned her anger into passion and by the time he reached her butt she was arching her hips up to him. How in the world had her back become such a huge erogenous zone? She’d never had this tingly feeling before, but it seemed as if his every touch swam through her nervous system, lighting her up from the inside out with fierce desire.
Then he began to torture her.
He’d play with her pussy, her clit, her ass, until she was almost there, straining to come, the pull back and caress her legs and arm with long, soothing strokes that did nothing to dampen the fire inside of her.
His voice had a rough note to it as he said, “Tienes una chocha tan linda.”
“What?” she mumbled behind her gag.
“I said you have a beautiful pussy. And it is. Do you want me to suck on that pretty pussy?”
She nodded vigorously and drew in a deep breath of anticipation as he rolled her over to her front. At some point he’d taken his clothes off and the sight of his thick, erect cock made her mouth water, or at least it would have if she wasn’t gagged. Without a doubt she was a weak woman because despite how mad she’d been at him, all she could think about now was having him between her legs.
“If I untie your hands, do you promise to behave?”
Giving him a pleading look she nodded again.
“If you’re a bad girl I’ll just tie you up again and continue teasing you.”
She tried to keep from glaring at him, but he must have noticed because he chuckled as he unbound her hands. When she rolled back over she noted that he’d tied her up with a curtain sash from her window. His big, rough hands massaged her wrists and she melted back into the bed, unable to hold back her sigh of contentment. To her delight he didn’t stop with her wrists, but worked his way up her arms and then down each leg, avoiding her breasts and pussy but still managing to arouse her. Just having him near her did that, and add to the fact that he was naked and she was soon reaching out to grasp him.
He let out a soft woof of air when she gripped his cock, and his hands stilled on her. Stroking him lightly, she delighted in how hard he was, how his hips moved with her grip, how he let out a little groan when she gave his dick a good squeeze. He was too thick to grasp all the way with her hand, so she lightly traced her nails over the surface of his shaft, a feeling of power filling her as he froze and a nice drop of pre-come wet the head of his cock.
She went to remove her gag, intent on tasting him, but he stopped her. “If you suck me I’m not going to last. We can do that later. Right now I want you to ride me.”
Not wanting him to change his mind, she grabbed him by the shoulders and tried to shove him down on the bed. With a laugh he took her down with him, then untied her gag, which turned out to be his tie. She wiggled her jaw, and slid her hips back until the head of his dick was tucked against her aching entrance.
“I’m still mad at you,” she whispered and began to move her hips back, gasping at the pleasure of Dallas filling her.
He muttered something in Spanish, but when she looked down his head was thrown back and his eyes shut tight. The chords of his neck stood out and she was momentarily stunned by the perfection of his body. Once again the knowledge that he was hers to touch, to fuck, sent a shiver of need through her. So they had some shit to work out, but he loved her.