She’s taken aback by my brashness, and nothing but the sound of rain fills the empty space between us. If I have to be an overbearing asshole at times, so be it, because I can’t have her fighting me at every turn right now.
But knowing there’s more than one way to skin this cat, I change tactics again as my tone adjusts from seriously stern to a seductive rasp as a half-smirk plays at the corner of my lips. “But...you do know this, baby...and very well, I might add.” My lips crash over hers again, and I feel her struggle against me for a brief moment before she gives in, relinquishing control to her body’s demands. I know full well she still has a shit ton of Blyss working its way out of her system. Does it make me a dick? Possibly, but I have to pick the better of the two evils; I’d rather use my body and charm to dominate her rather than strong arm her into submission.
~Jules~
As Travis forcefully crashes his lips to mine, he uses his body weight to push me back down against the bench seat of the vehicle. I struggle and try to break free, but my sore backside is screaming at me, and he’s just too damn strong to push off. All this time, I thought I was dreaming about Travis and the sensations he was bombarding me with until I bolted awake. After living through the past twenty-four hours of hell, fantasizing about him in a dream was a welcomed distraction. I dreamt he came back to me, wanting to make things right, and told me he was sorry for treating me like an ass. His every kiss was paradise to my soul, and oh, God, when he touched me, I thought I had gone to heaven.
Since I was still in a drug-induced haze, it was hard to distinguish between a dream and reality, but when the lightning bolt struck, it jolted me wide awake. I realized all too quickly I wasn’t back in my room being held hostage anymore. I was in the backseat of a SUV, being held hostage, the only difference being the captor had changed.
I wasn’t done having my fit of rage, but right now, he’s not having any of it. His mouth is on mine, and I’m helpless against the onslaught of his heated passion. His body and his kisses are pure sin, and I’ve never been able to resist this seemingly supernatural chemistry we have; not to mention, the Blyss isn’t helping matters at all.
My palms slide up over his thick biceps, and I can’t help the feelings that rush through me. I hate myself for being so turned on. He’s one of my captors, and I’m Stockholm insane. I have no other explanation for why I feel the way I do about this man, especially after the way he treated me the last couple of times we were together.
I open my mouth to him, which he responds to immediately by slipping his tongue past my lips. When our tongues touch, it feels as if I’m being zapped with a thousand watts of electricity, after which he starts stroking my tongue like he’s making love to me, and my stomach flutters. My heart beats faster, and my breasts ache to be caressed, licked, and sucked on. I rub my taut nipples against his muscular chest, searching for delicious friction. He growls against my lips in appreciation of what my traitorous body is doing all on its own.
With his body pressing into mine, I feel every one of his scrumptious muscles flexing over me, including his cock, which is nestled at the apex of my thighs. I’m under attack of the most erotic kind, and the last nail in my coffin is when I catch the faint aroma of his natural pheromones. It feels even more risqué, since we’re in the backseat of a vehicle, yet secluded by the curtain of rain covering the car windows.
I allow myself the delusional escape, even though I know I’m lying to myself again. Why do I have to think there is something more to us than there actually is? But even those thoughts get tossed out the window when I feel his thick cock slide back and forth between my legs, and through the fabric of my clothes, rubbing against my clit.
“Ohhh God.” I’m dizzy with lust. My stomach flips over with butterflies, and I respond by pushing my hips back into his, increasing the pressure and friction against my core. We need to be out of these clothes now. The feeling of fire spreads through my veins, and it’s pure, hot, unadulterated lust. God help me…I want him.
My mind steps up to the plate in one last ditch effort to make me listen to reason. A battle of wills between my brain and body breaks out, and my body screams a battle cry that would make medieval knights proud. My mind is relentless, pushing back with reminders he not only drugged me, but he also dosed me with Blyss. He’s told me I’m a sex slave, and the very thought has my lust cooling off. I have questions first, and as much as I don’t want to, I force myself to break our heated kiss with the last pitiful bit of resistance I have left.