“No,” she said fiercely, squeezing her thighs shut even more. “What I want is out of this farce of a marriage. You’re mean and a bully and disgustingly unfriendly and even if you were the last man on earth, I still wouldn’t want you to touch me.”
Fuck, this girl. She riled him up like no one else had the power over him to do.
He yanked his hand free from between her legs and she gasped as she lost her balance. In one fluid motion, he picked her up and tossed her onto his bed. He had one job to do and while he planned to perform it without any emotion, he was going to make sure she would be begging him before he was done with her.
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Arabelle bounced on the bed and shrieked with indignation. All her thoughts scattered in confusion and chaos. When Silas towered at the foot of the bed, his gloriously muscular body seeming to engulf hers without even touching her, she lost her breath entirely and her ability to fight.
Her femininity seemed to rise up to him and it was the complete opposite response to what she should have had. Her nipples already pebbled into hard aching beads peaked through the thin fabric of her top. Her naked pussy purred, and a fountain of fresh desire leaked from her.
No matter how hard she tried to erase the physical reactions of her body so her mind and her body would be on the same page, the harder her body fell for him. The man who didn’t deny once that he disliked her, and he had drawn that conclusion without even knowing her. Why did he marry her? The question wrecked her.
She tried to get up and scooted backward away from him. But she was never going to get away. She shuddered as he roughly grabbed her ankles and pulled her back to him. He dragged her skirt off her thighs, leaving her lower body naked for his view.
A maddeningly hot flush consumed her entire being. Embarrassment at being seen naked for the first time and that it had to be Silas Knight with his strange hold on her, reddened her cheeks.
A cross between a gasp and a squeal escaped her lips when Silas wedged himself between her thighs, easily keeping them apart before he opened his mouth on her wet center.
Arabelle’s back curved, and she dug the back of her head into the supremely luxurious mattress. The unfamiliar sensation of something so wickedly intimate as his mouth on her pussy created an array of polar sensations in her.
She wanted to escape the hotness of his mouth. She wanted him to lick her again, with the whole of his tongue as he did before. She wanted to cry at how much she hated him, and she wanted to wade into his touch and never leave that amazing place.
He sucked her again and again. The tip of his tongue parted her folds and dipped into the pool of her wetness. She couldn’t take it anymore. Every cell in every inch of her body simmered under the fire he had created. She desperately tried to push him away. Her pride would not allow her to come. She couldn’t. It would be a point up for him if she did. But all Silas did was slip his hand under her tender and streaked freshly spanked ass, pulled her pussy to his face, and with his gaze fixed on her, he consumed her with masterful ease while she was on the verge of soaring into the stratosphere and never returning.
He stroked her. He sipped from her. He ravished her. He peeled apart her modesty, he destroyed her pride. He made her a slave to his touch. She had never been able to do this to herself. Had no idea she had been capable of such erotic rapture. That it came at the hands of a man who for some unknown reason despised her made her want to cry.
In the midst of her devastating arousal, tears gathered in her eyes. She thrashed around the bed but Silas kept her firmly in place for his sweet torture.
She couldn’t come. She couldn’t allow herself to climax. Not to him.
She used every ounce of strength she had left inside her. But she was only a freaking virgin and the overflow of sensations he poured into her tainted her resolve.
She released an agonized sob instead of an ecstatic declaration as her pussy contracted then throbbed and an orgasm, infinitely earth-shattering, pulsed through her. Her core spasmed on his tongue which he kept between her folds letting her go only when she released the last wave of her climax.
“Again,” he commanded. He bundled her clit between his lips and sucked then as he sank his teeth into her tender, pulsing button, his fingers slid between her folds, stroking her up and down when instinctively she wanted him to go deeper. She needed to feel the fullness of his fingers.
“Please,” she sobbed. He switched to suckling on her intensely, his gaze never wavering from her. Another orgasm started to rush through her. So close. She so desperately wanted to stop her body from behaving this way. It was wrong. Even though she didn’t know what it was at the time, he was only trying to prove a point.
Then he released her completely and her world ended.
“Please, please, please,” she begged.
“Say please, one more time.” His words vibrated against her drenching pussy, as he vacillated between biting her inner thighs to licking her folds. Every touch just reminded her of what lay beyond if only he’d give it to her.
“Please. Please. Oh god, please.”
His grunt turned to a growl as he took possession of her again. Her clit bloomed in his mouth. She detonated in an instant, her climax blinding her. Her hands threaded through his hair, as she tried to lift him off her clit which he hadn’t released. Her mind melted. Her world fragmented into a million pieces. Another orgasm sapped parts of her soul. And only then did Silas release her.
She had never known such debilitating humiliation. She had begged him to touch her without an ounce of her pride in check.
“I hate you,” she cried despite it all being her fault. She jerked away from him. And tried to kick out at him as she scrambled to sit up and cover herself.
“This stupid marriage can be annulled on the grounds that it hasn’t been consummated—”
But she was never a match for him and she couldn’t get away fast enough.
Silas captured her and brought her body beneath his. He forced himself between her thighs, pinning her hands above her head to stop her angry attack on him.