I was dizzy and lightheaded.
“If you honestly think I’m keeping you here against your will… you’ve gone off the deep end, baby girl.” His voice was deep, low. “But then again, that would make you just as crazy as I am, and wouldn’t that be a fucking match made in heaven.”
“You don’t know anything about me. You don’t know what I want.” I struggled to breathe, to speak. I was pretending like I wasn’t affected, but it was all a damn lie.
He smirked, and it was darkly humorous. He didn’t say anything in response, just pushed against me more until I felt his hardness. God, he was huge down there.
“Admit you’re desperate for my cock. Admit it, Amelia.” He pressed his hips roughly against me, and an involuntary gasp left me.
“I’ll never do that.” Those words came out as a breath instead of a venomous retort.
He smirked. “I know I’m a motherfucker.”
I let those words hang between us.
“But are you going to lie and say that tight little cunt of yours isn’t wet for me, hungry for my dick?”
“You’re insane. I won’t ever admit that, tell you anything like that.”
He leaned in close and I held my breath, waiting to see what he’d do in response to what I’d said.
But I wanted him to kiss me, wanted to feel his lips on mine, to just give in to Dom and let reality wash away.
Hadn’t it already?
When our lips were only an inch apart, I turned my head, not wanting to give in to the twisted desires I felt for him. But the truth was I was so wet. God, I was soaked.
Dom gripped my chin and forced me to look at him again. “No, Amelia. You look me right in the eyes when we do this.”
When we do this?
I felt his damn erection pressed against me. It was like a thick steel rod pressed right up against my pussy, as if trying to get inside me.
God… the thought of him inside me had my inner muscles clenching in need.
“Dammit, Amelia, baby.” The way he groaned those words had my heart racing even harder. “I can feel how hot your pretty pussy is.” He stared me right in the eyes. “If I placed my hand right on that bare cunt of yours, I bet you’d soak my hand, wouldn’t you?”
“You’re insane.” Those words were low, hardly audible. But I knew he heard me, because he smirked.
He ground his erection into me, and I couldn’t stop the gasp that left me.
Fuck him, and fuck the feelings I had for him.
His dick was pressed right up against my pussy, and even with layers of clothing separating us, I could feel how big it was.
What would he do if he knew I had never been with a man? Maybe he’d be disgusted, move away. Maybe he’d leave.
“I’m a virgin,” I said quickly, the words spilling from me.
He pulled back and kept his focus on me. The expression on his face wasn’t shocked, wasn’t disgusted. He looked… pleased.
Chapter Twelve
Amelia
He stayed silent but had a look of pleasure, of satisfaction on his face.
Dom ground himself harder into me, rotating his hips so he bumped against the top of my mound, right on my clit.
“Music to my fucking ears, baby.” He leaned in close again. “A virgin pussy. I’ll be the one to pop that cherry, to claim it as mine.”
A gasp of shock left me.
“I’ll be the only one to ever know how hot and tight you are.”
My traitorous body gave away my arousal, and I wanted to scream, to push him away but bring him closer in the same breath.
I wish I was stronger than my emotions, but the truth was, I’d never felt this way. And I wanted more.
He pulled back and slowly let his gaze trail down to my chest. I had no doubt he could see how hard my nipples were. I felt like they’d tear through the material of my shirt.
“How long do you plan on keeping me here?” Those words spilled from me on a harsh whisper. I was breathing so damn hard. I hated I was betraying my strength with my arousal, my weakness.
The sight of his half-lidded gaze and the way his mouth was parted ever so slightly told me he was just as far gone as I was.
Then there was his rock-hard cock.
The gentle yet insistent thrusting of his hips between my legs, of his dick adding pressure right between her thighs, had me on the verge of getting off.
“However long I want, Amelia. I took you, because you’re mine.” He was still staring at my chest, his voice thick like he was drugged just from his arousal. He lifted his gaze back to my face. “Forever. I’ll keep you forever, and you’ll fucking love it.”
I should have slapped him, pushed him off. His words were abrasive, so firm that it was hard not to believe him.