Take a Breath (Take #1) - Jaimie Roberts Page 0,95
know how fucking crazy it makes me to see other men lingering around you, daring to want what’s mine. I want to round them all up and beat the living shit out of each and every one of them.”
My breathing becomes harsh, and Jake notices. Of course, he does. He knows my body better than I do. I’m still determined to fight him, though—despite the raging fire between my legs.
Taking a deep breath, I narrow my eyes. “I am not yours. I’m not to be owned at all.”
Jake glances down at my lips before meeting my eyes. “Yes. You. Fucking. Are. And you know it. Your body knows it.” I close my eyes, trying to shut those damn piercing eyes of his out. “Look at me.” I shake my head. “Look. At. Me.” Against my will, my eyes fly open upon hearing the command in his voice. “You belong to me. Got it? If anyone dares to get in my way, I will make them sorry. You’ve cast some sort of spell on me, Ana Sinclair. No one has ever come close to making me feel the way you make me feel.”
I can’t take any more of the pressure between my legs. Despite my anger, I’m highly fucking aroused.
Grabbing a handful of hair, I pull his head towards mine in a frenzied kiss. He squeezes my breasts, and I move my hand down his back, digging my fingernails in. I venture farther south and grab his gorgeous arse.
He moans in my mouth. “You taste like alcohol.”
I reach down to unbuckle his belt and undo his trousers, which quickly fall to the floor.
“Yeah, and I still fucking hate you, Jake.”
Jake growls as he yanks up my skirt, grabbing my bum. He lifts me up and thumps me against the wall. Another moan escapes me. How can I be so angry and so turned on at the same time? I have never wanted anything as much as I want this, but at the same time, I’m so fucking pissed. A great, big, lust-filled pool of pissed off. I’m grabbing his back, desperately squeezing and seeking more of him as I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth.
He pulls away just in time to say, “Watch your fucking language,” before finding my mouth again.
One of his hands wanders down to my thigh, and as it does, he grabs the edge of my knickers and rips them off me in one fell swoop. It seems to be so easy for him, like they’re nothing more substantial than a thick sheet of paper.
Placing a hand in between my legs, he slips a finger inside me. “Your pussy gives you away every time. You want me inside you so badly, don’t you?” He flicks his thumb around my clit, making me cry out. “Do you want me inside you? Tell me. Your wish is my command.”
I try to nod my head as my body quivers under his touch. “Yes, Jake. Please.”
He rubs my little nub some more, and I feel as though I’m coming apart. “Please, what?”
This is a torturous heaven. “Please. I want to feel your cock inside me.”
With that confession, he releases his finger, props me up farther on the wall, and inserts himself into me with one forceful grunt. I cry out, closing my eyes at the pleasurable pain of his first entrance. It soon fades as he starts pounding himself inside me up against the wall. His strength is enormous as he carries on, burying his head in my neck, biting and grunting. I have never had sex up against a wall before. The feeling of having no control has the fire in my pussy burning hot with desire. His movements and noises are savage, making the buildup of an orgasm come even more quickly than usual.
He squeezes my hip, and that one little touch makes my whole body tingle. I know I’m already close. I can feel my walls tightening around him.
“Jake!” I shudder.
“I know. Let go for me. Let me feel you around my cock.” He grunts on, and I let loose, screaming out his name as I dig my nails into his back. “Fuck! You do this to me every fucking time!” He makes a beautiful, animalistic sound as he arches his back and violently comes inside of me. Like always, I accept every single bit he has to release. He rests his forehead on my shoulder, and I let out a contented sigh.