“You don’t know what I think.” I pulled my hands away and crossed my arms over my stomach. “You don’t ask me. All you do is tell me what can’t happen.”
He scrubbed his shadowed jaw. “Let’s not do this right now. We’ve both had a long night. Okay?”
“No, not okay. You can’t kiss me one minute, then tell me no the next. I don’t work that way.” I had tried to brush off the repeated rejection, but it was starting to burrow deeper inside me, leaving me with a newfound bitterness.
Weariness washed over him, aging him a few years. “I can’t be what you want, Sabrina. I’m not that man. I kept you away from here so you could live your life without having to look over your shoulder. That’s what a life with me would be like. You have to understand that once I’ve killed Dmitri, you’ll have to go. It’s for your own good.”
“That’s for me to decide.” Anger flared more quickly than usual, fatigue and the events of the past few hours giving me a shorter fuse. “I know how old I am. But that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want.” I leaned down and pointed my finger at him. “You don’t tell me what to do or how to feel. And you can deny this thing between us all you want, but I know it’s real. I’ve known it for years. If you want to be a pussy and hide from it, that’s on you.” Holy shit. Did I just call the head of the Philly syndicate a pussy?
His nostrils flared, and he grabbed my wrist. “There you go with that bratty mouth again.”
I smirked. “I know you like it.” I made a show of looking down at the erection bulging against his zipper. “I know you want to spank me again.”
He squeezed my wrist. “Don’t push me, Sabrina.”
I yanked my wrist away. “Why? What’ll you do? Cry some more about me being eighteen?” Turning on my heel, I marched away from him. Just as fast, he’d yanked me back and held me in front of him, his rough grip on my waist.
“Do you want to know what sort of man I am?” His dangerous tone slithered around me, seducing me. With his dark hair mussed, a five o’clock shadow on his square jaw, and a delicious fire burning in his eyes, he looked just this side of lethal. “Because I can show you. Right here. Right now.”
Did I? I’d been throwing myself at him, but what would happen when he finally took the bait? My heart stormed in my chest as I stared into his eyes. But I wouldn’t back down, not now.
“Yes.” The word slipped from my lips.
His eyes darkened. “On your knees.”
I lowered slowly between his legs, but he gripped my shoulder and shoved me down, making it all too clear what he wanted. Nervousness crept into my stomach. I’d never done anything like this before. What if I wasn’t good at it?
He flicked the clasp on his pants open and unzipped, then set his hands on the arms of his chair. “Take my dick out.” His voice was rough and dark.
A thrill coursed through me and settled between my legs. It was finally happening. Nate and me, the way I’d dreamed about. But mixed with the burst of adrenaline was fear. This was new territory, and the worry of not doing it right, or displeasing him in some way, fought with my desire.
But I wouldn’t be deterred. Not now. I leaned forward and pulled his pants lower on his hips, then flipped down the waistband of his boxers. Oh, my. His cock was smooth and olive-toned, the head darker and swollen. I ran my hand down to the thick base and looked up at him.
He gripped the chair. “Lick the head.”
Okay. Easy enough. I touched it with the tip of my tongue, then came back with a full lick as if it were an ice cream cone, two scoops.
He groaned. “Put it in your mouth.”
I opened wide and slid my mouth down on it, then closed my lips around the shaft right above where my hand gripped him. A slight salty taste tingled on my tongue as it pressed against the tip.
“Suck me.” His voice had turned into a deep rasp as I moved up and down on him.
I pressed his cock deeper, but gagged and had to back away for a second. My eyes watering, I looked up at him.
“Fucking hell.” He grabbed my hair and guided me back to his cock.
I took as much in my mouth as possible.
“This is the man I am.” He gripped my hair tighter, tiny pinpricks stinging against my scalp as he pushed me down on his cock. “I don’t go easy. I don’t fit into some fairytale. I’m not a hero. I’m an asshole who likes to get his dick sucked.”