Never in her life…
Because she would have never allowed it.
So, why was it so exciting whenheoverpowered her?
“If we disengage now, and someone looks back in when they do not find me in another room, all of this is already for naught,” he murmured as he brushed his lips over the tops of her breasts, up her neck to her mouth.
When he kissed her, Evie resisted for a moment, struggling against the desire swamping her, struggling against her inner turmoil. His hands slid from her wrists up to her palms, and their fingers entwined. His hips moved away, then he thrust in again, filling her so deliciously.
Without the soldiers bearing down on the door, there was nothing to distract her from how he felt atop her… within her…
Evie had made the calculated decision to lose her virginity when she was sixteen and everything had been under her complete control. Since then, she’d found occasional lovers—some for pleasure, some because they had something she wanted—but not one had made her feel likethis.The heady, dizzying arousal surged through her when the captain kissed her. The way her body came to life under his touch.
Her legs were up and wrapped around his waist before she realized it, her mouth opening beneath his to moan… This was not her. This was not who she was.
Evie was always in control of herself.
Until now.
* * *
Anthony
Feeling the beauty’s resistance fade as she submitted to him, a carnal desire, unlike any Anthony had ever known, filled him. She was like an unbroken horse, a purebred, and well worth the time it took to tame her. While he had often indulged in games of control and domination and submission, he’d never been particularly drawn to the women who were a challenge.
But this woman? She was challenge incarnate, and mastering her felt far more satisfying than he would have believed.
With their tongues tangled, he thrust his hips with long, slow movements. Her heels dug into the small of his back, encouraging him, spurring him forward, as did her passionate response to his kiss. When he felt her hesitate, he pressed forward, impaling her with his cock and rubbing his groin against hers to stimulate the little button of pleasure located at the apex of her pussy.
She shuddered, her hips thrusting up to meet him, rubbing even more firmly against him.
Anthony released her lips and moved his mouth back down over her neck. Her gasp as he nipped at her tender flesh, biting down only a little, and the way she clenched around him, drove him onward.
“Oh!” She writhed beneath him, her hands pressing against his as if she was trying to move them to touch him, but he kept them pressed down, enjoying the feel of her struggling against him.
Pushing her hands above her head, he moved them together, so he could hold down both wrists with one hand. Her eyes popped open, and she glared up at him, but the confliction in her gaze was clear. While she very much liked what he was doing to her, she didn’t want to like it—he didn’t know which excited him even more.
Normally, Anthony preferred women who wanted to submit, who let him take control easily and without objection. This wildcat was nothing like that, yet he found the difference to be wildly arousing rather than putting him off.
He thrust in deep again, leaning in to use his weight to pin her to the bed.
“Tell me you want me.”
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
Anthony laughed. She really was challenge incarnate.
“Of course I would, which is why I said it. Now, if you want me to fuck you, tell me.”
He rotated his hips, grinding his pubis against hers, and she shuddered, hips lifting. He stopped, and she mewled in protest, her eyelashes fluttering before she glared up at him again. Grinning, Anthony dipped his head and nipped her collarbone. She gasped, and her pussy clenched around him.
“Tell me, minx, and I’ll make you scream with pleasure.” Lifting his head, he stared down at her, and she glared up at him as her jaw worked. The fury in her gaze at being denied was as hot as her passion.
“Fine. I want you.” Each word sounded as if it was dragged out of her, filled with resentment that he was making her admit it.
The triumph that filled him was nearly as satisfying as a climax.
“Good girl,” he purred, holding eye contact and saw the flash of pleasure, the surprise in her expression at her reaction, then the fury that overtook her when she rebelled against that response.