isn’t frightening?”
“Is that why you’re scared? Of the goddamned inevitable?”
Her lips pressed together tight.
Hysterian placed his hands on the table on either side of her. “You’re afraid that I’m going to lay you low, strip off your clothes, and push my body upon you? Is that it? That I’m going to nudge your legs open like I’m doing now, and stick my fingers deep into you so I can feel you from the inside? That when I’m done, and you’re squirting into my hand, I’m going to press my cock into that tight space and ride out the rest of your orgasm?” His voice lowered. “That scares you?”
“It scares me because I don’t want you!”
Fuck what she said; he was happy enough to hear anger in her voice again and not the gasping fear from minutes ago.
“That’s a lie if I’ve ever heard one,” he said.
She pushed at him again. “I could never want you. I don’t want you. I don’t even want to…”
“To what?”
“Look at you!”
“Would you rather look at Raul?” he snarled.
“Yes!”
He cupped the back of her neck. “Then why didn’t you fucking leave with him? Why did you stay?”
Her nostrils flared. “Would you have let me?”
Hysterian narrowed his eyes. “Why haven’t you fucked him?” he asked, low and menacingly.
“How do you know I haven’t? We sleep in the same room, don’t we?”
“Because I don’t fucking smell him on you!” he shouted. She startled, really startled this time, and his hold on the back of her neck tightened, keeping her where he wanted her. “But I smell your arousal.”
Her lips parted, and he slammed his covered mouth on them. His tongue shot out, licking at the cloth between them, moving his lips on hers, taking whatever he could from the kiss. He didn’t care if her lips moved back. This was for him and his need. His sanity. Hysterian pushed into her until she was forced to lean back against the table.
Cups and bottles fell aside as he released her neck with one of his hands and cupped her sex.
Alexa moaned and jerked, and he groped her sex hard, pressing the pads of his fingers where her entrance would be, cursing the layers of cloth between them. Cursing because he couldn’t remove them. Her sex was so warm, so welcoming, that he groaned, dying for more. Instead, his palm slickened with secretion under the confines of his glove.
He tore his mouth off hers and enjoyed her breathy gasp. He rammed his fingers as hard as he could against her. His thumb searched for the spot where her little clit would be.
Alexa’s hands came up and gripped his shoulders. Her hips jerked with a moan.
“You should be glad I don’t smell him,” Hysterian hissed, rubbing her sex. “You wouldn’t like it if I did.”
She whimpered. “Why are you doing this to me?”
His thumb pressed hard into her clit, and she jumped. “Because you do worse to me.”
Another moan filled his ears, and her face shuttered. Her tongue came out to moisten pretty, raw lips.
I did that. Hysterian slid his hand from her neck and rubbed them. I made them raw.
“Then take me and be done with it,” Alexa cried, pushing her body up against his. “Do it now!”
He cupped her hard as her hips bounced. “You’re not ready.” I’m not ready...
“Fuck you—I am! Just do it already. I can’t stand this anymore! I need you out of my head.” She started tearing at his suit. “I need you out of my head,” she said again with more desperation.
Hysterian surged back and caught her hands.
“No,” she whimpered. “Keep touching me. I need more.” She writhed, trying to pull her hands out of his grasp but unable to.
He licked his lips. “You need more, is it?”
“Yes!”
“You need me to stick my cock in you?”
“Yes,” she cried again. “Please.”
“Say it.”
Her gaze implored him.
“That was a fucking order, Dear, say it.”
“I need…”
“Go on.”
“I need you inside me.”
“Who?”
“You.”
“Glad to hear it.” He moved her hands above her head and held them there. “I’m really fucking glad to hear that, Alexa,” he groaned. “Because when it happens, it’s going to hurt.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Desire surged through him, erupting power through his systems. He looked into her eyes and saw pain and desperation within them. He saw what he often caught on his own face when he was alone: misery. Misery for wanting something you can’t or shouldn’t have, shame for being unable to be a better person, and the acceptance that you’re a little fucked