Raine (Gods of the Fifth Floor #2) - M.V. Ellis Page 0,66
his shoes, and having shed his shirt, made light work of undoing his belt and pants zipper.
“Did I stutter? You need to get naked.”
As he pulled his pants down and stepped out of them, I made no move to undress. In fact, I made no move at all. I kept as still as humanly possible. The flutter of my eyelids as I blinked rapidly, and the rise and fall of my chest as I tried, and failed, to breathe normally, were my only movements.
“No. You didn’t stutter. In fact, you were perfectly clear. However, I was thinking, and it occurs to me that since we’re not at work, or doing anything even remotely work-related, we’re just two adults, equals, in fact, and you’re not the boss of me.”
“That so?” As he spoke, a light sparked in his blue, blue eyes at the challenge I was clearly laying down.
“Absolutely it is.”
“Okay. So?”
“So, if you want me to do something, you’re going to have to work harder than that to persuade me that I should play ball.” I tried to contain the smile tugging at the corner of my lips.
“Well, that’s one way to go. But they say that there’s more than one way to skin a cat.”
“Do ‘they’? I’ve never heard that before.”
“Well it’s a thing, trust me. Dillon says it all the time. Oh, that’s right, I keep forgetting, you don’t trust me. Smart move, by the way. I wouldn’t trust me right now, if I were you. Anyway, regardless of that, persuasion isn’t really my style. Nor is negotiating. Or agreeing. Or compromising. Or backing down. So, we might have ourselves a little problem on our hands.
“That so?” I raised a mocking eyebrow as I goaded him, echoing the phrase he’d challenged me with minutes earlier.
“Yeah. But, don’t worry, I’m on it.”
With those words, he quickly closed the gap between us, and then, much to my surprise, bent forward and snatched me into a fireman’s lift, folding me over his shoulder.
“Put me down,” I couldn’t help but squeal.
“No. You said I need to convince you, so this is my version of that. Like I said before, be careful what you wish for, because I’m not subtle.”
He began walking to the far side of the room, where a floating staircase snaked down from the upper mezzanine level.
“What are you doing?”
“Persuading you. My way.” I could hear the smile in his voice. He was enjoying himself, which made exactly one of us. I hated feeling at his mercy.
He took the stairs two at a time, bounding as though I weighed nothing—which was very far from the truth—and moments later, we were at the foot of the biggest bed I had possibly ever seen.
Raine lowered me to my feet, then pushed me backward onto the bed in one swift movement. It was clear he’d had plenty of practice. I made to sit up, but he was too fast, climbing on top of me and blanketing my body with his before I got the chance.
“Where do you think you’re going? I told you to take your clothes off, and being as you’re still fully dressed, it looks like I still have a lot more ‘convincing’ to do.” He maneuvered himself so that his body was between my legs, rendering me almost totally at his mercy.
He reared up and took one of my hands in his, pressing it into the mattress above my head. Then he grabbed the other hand and did the same, so that he had both hands in one of his.
I squirmed in his grasp, but that didn’t seem to slow him down at all. He used his free hand to pull my skirt upwards and grab for my panties.
“You won’t be needing these for a while.” He lifted off me momentarily, so that I could bring my legs closer together, making it easier for him to tug my panties from my body.
“Now do you want me to fuck you with your skirt hitched up like this, or take it off?”
“I don’t care how you do it. Just fuck me.”
“That thirsty, huh?” I didn’t answer. “I’ll take that as a yes. And as hot as leopard-print is on you, I’d much rather see it on the floor than covering those tits.” He released my arms, and began unfastening the buttons of my blouse.
I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as he made his way down. When he got to the last button, he looked up at me, watching me