Brody - Ellie Masters Page 0,107
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There’s the matter of my restraint because there won’t be any when I finally get her alone. Which, considering her wandering hands, will work out to my advantage.
As I plan out our evening, we close in on my building. I pull into my spot in the parking garage and unbuckle. Turning toward Grace, I take in a deep breath. My next breath determines our future. Am I the man she needs?
“What’s your word?”
This is a test.
“I already told you.” She practically snorts.
“Excuse me?”
Her eyes roll, and I suppress a smile.
“Nevertheless, say it,” I press for her consent, because that’s what a man does. She’s my responsibility. I don’t take that lightly.
“There’s no reason to say it.” She commits, without committing, but I need a solid green light if we’re to proceed. I demand this, as is my right.
Not my right.
It’s my goddam responsibility. Nothing moves forward without her express consent. Her permission is what makes this work.
“Don’t play games with me. Say it.”
I love how her lashes flutter on her cheeks. It’s intoxicating. That’s the kind of power which makes this unsafe, but I’ll never jeopardize Grace’s safety. I’ll make her uneasy, which is a part of the fantasy, but I’ll never put her in the position of being unsafe.
“Just do it.” She huffs with frustration.
“You sure about that? Because I’m not going to hold back.”
“I know.” She curls her lower lip between her teeth and coyly peeks up at me through her lashes.
“Then say it. Give me the goddamn green light.” My molars grind together, demanding she commit.
"My mom’s dead, and I’m drowning. Can you just get me out of my head?”
“Say it.” This isn’t something I’ll force.
“You’ve got the green light. Can you please stop being so considerate and just take me out of my head?”
Not sure what overcomes me, but my pulse explodes. I leap out of the car and race around to her door, where I yank her out of her seat and press her forcibly against my car. She gives a yelp as my fists close around her tiny wrists, controlling her, dominating her, and turning her on. Leaning into her, I lay the full weight of my body against her, trapping her in place as I focus two-hundred plus pounds of male hunger on her body.
“Is this what you want?”
A whimper escapes her, which fuels my lust and sends heat shooting to my groin. Fully erect, I tamp down the irrational urge to spin her around and take her right here, but there are too many cameras and too many eyes in the parking garage. Instead, I lean in close and whisper in her ear.
“You’re mine.” I draw back enough to scan her expression, wondering if she fully understands that truth. I lean against her again, letting the full length of my erection jab at her from behind the prison of my pants. “Do you understand?”
Her head bobs, but I need words. I need her consent. A growl at the back of my throat gets her attention.
“Yes.”
“You’ll do as I say?”
“Y-yes.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise.”
“And anytime you wish to stop…”
“I’ll say my word.”
“Good.” My grip tightens until she gives a tiny mewl of discomfort. A thrill runs through me. “Follow me.”
With those words, I drag her into the elevator. Keeping my hands off her hot body proves nearly impossible but, somehow, I manage. What happens next is for us, and us alone. I don’t need some perverted security officer getting an eyeful of what I plan to do to my girl.
The moment we get through my door, all my restraint falls away. My hands are on her, ripping away her clothing, baring her creamy skin to my assault. I grab her, stroke her—hell, I practically maul her as I pin her against the wall.
Initially, my thoughts were to put her on her knees, to suck me off, payback for the stroking she attempted in the car, but that gives her too much control. If she wants to get out of her head for a bit, I know exactly what she needs.
I divest her of her clothing, and spin her to face the wall. She wants it hard, dominating, and rough. There’s nothing like giving a woman what she wants. I reach down and free my cock.
Pinning her to the wall, I stab past her silky opening. All it takes is one thrust and I spear her to the hilt. She cries out in surprise, and I pause, checking to make sure I’m not too rough, but