Was this turning him on?
“Don’t get any ideas, Julian. The only reason I’m hard is because you’re rubbing up on me.”
I glared at him. “Same for me. It’s not you. It would never be you.”
Something flashed in his eyes, and he tightened his grip on my wrists.
“Really?” He leaned in and rubbed his stubbled cheek against mine.
I shuddered at the contact.
Fuck. This shouldn’t be turning me on. This wasn’t sexy or nice. This was mean and violent.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
“Liar,” he breathed against my ear.
A whine tore from my throat as his hot breath tickled the sensitive skin, sending a shockwave of tingles through my entire body.
“Yeah, you like this.”
“I don’t.” My eyes slipped closed as he thrust his hips forward, the hard ridge of his cock sliding against mine.
“You gonna come? Cream your pants like the little virgin you are?” His voice held a mean edge that was doing things to my insides.
“No?”
“No?” He thrust against me again. “I think you are.”
“St-stop.”
“I will.” He blew a breath over my ear, and my entire body shuddered against him. “If you say it like you mean it.”
The word was right there on the tip of my tongue, but the more I tried to voice it, the tighter my throat became until I was gasping in shallow breaths, my body limp as he pinned me to the wall with his bigger frame.
“That’s right, Julian.” He ground his hips against me, scraping his hard cock against mine.
Holy fuck, he was big. I couldn’t tell his exact size because of his jeans, but he was definitely gifted in the dick department.
“You want this.”
“I hate you,” I mumbled.
“Mutual.” He chuckled against my ear. “But that doesn’t change that you want this.”
“I…”
“Tell me to stop.”
My eyes rolled back as he slid one thigh between my legs, forcing me up on my tiptoes so I was riding his thigh.
“I’m not hearing no.”
“Fuck…”
I couldn’t think, could barely breathe. I hated him, but there was no denying that my body was responding to this.
“There you go.” He slid my wrists up the wall until they were next to my ears. “Now rub off on me.”