“I want to,” I whisper softly in his ear and kiss him on the jaw.
His hand moves, allowing me to take over. He hisses when I kiss down his throat. “Shelly,” his dark tone warns as I remove my hand and move to straddle him. His hard on pushes against me and I move against him, rubbing my pussy lips over the head of his dick. “Fuck me,” he rasps.
“That's right, Charlie, fuck me,” I say against his mouth, licking the outline of his lips.
“Is that what you want?”
My body trembles as his palm slides up my side and along my ribs before cupping my breast in his hand.
The rough pad of his thumb rubs over my nipple and I kiss him once more. Warmth flows from my body. “Is it tomorrow yet?”
He chuckles lightly. “Technically, why?”
“Because I can tell you what it is I want now.”
“I suppose that’s right.” He continues to pinch and tweak my nipple. The head of his cock rubs against the heart of my desire, teasing me, but never fully gi
ving me what I want.
“I want you, Charlie. I want you to take me. I want you to take me by force,” I confess as I grind down, doing my best to feel him inside me.
“You want me to what?”
“You heard me,” I bite at his bottom lip. “I want you to take what you want when I least expect it. I want you to surprise me and bind my wrists like hers. I want you to fuck me like that.” I motion to the side with a nod, indicating for him to look at the TV screen.
The woman is being fucked with brutal unrelenting thrusts as the man behind her receives and gives pleasure from the action.
Charlie pushes me to the side and covers my body with his. He pulls the t-shirt up over my head, covering my eyes.
Unable to see I feel panic bubbling my chest but Charlie is whispering in my ear. His voice is low, sexy, and gravelly when he says, “If you give yourself to me, Shelly, I’ll never let you go.”
I concentrate on his voice and his touch, but I feel panicked. Anxiety threatens to suck me into a place I don’t want to travel to. I want to stay here in the moment with this savagely handsome man.
His lips claim mine and I stop fighting and surrender.
I give in to desire.
I give in to his words.
I give in to his kiss.
“Take me, Charlie, I’m yours.”
Chapter Eighteen
—Boogeyman—
I shouldn’t have been so short with her after she cut my hair. I had all these feelings bubbling in my chest. Feelings I didn't know how to handle. Emotions I don't want. Shelly is in my veins and I don’t know how to get her out. I am torn between wanting her and hating her. She keeps reminding me of shit I wish I could forget. The shit my father put me through. The hell he gave Kristen for daring to think I was worthy of her love.
The dark side of me wanted to bend her over the bathroom sink and take what I wanted whether she wanted me to or not. If I had known that was what she wanted I would have done it. I was scared I would hurt her more than I already have. But now she has bared her dark desire to me. A fantasy much too close to my own. She has no idea how many times I have dreamt of doing just that.
Fucking her without her permission.
Fucking her until she surrenders to me.
“Take me, Charlie, I’m yours.” Her words travel straight to my dick and fuck if I don’t want to take her right now, but I won’t. Not yet. I want to give her that fantasy. I want to have her like the couple on the screen. I want her bound and gagged. Unable to escape the punishing I want to give her sweet tempting body.
Fuck me if she isn’t about perfect. Running my fingers down her torso, I trace her ribs. Taking my time, I make her wait. Anticipation is a great part in the art of seduction. Fucking a willing woman has never been a problem. Shelly isn’t just any woman though and she wants to be taken by force. She wants me to ravish her, to force her to surrender. The woman has no idea what her words have done to the beast raging inside me. She’s kindled his fire. I’m burning with desire to give her what she craves.