Okay, now she was really confused. And she didn’t appreciate his tone. “What’s that now?”
“You heard me. Now do as you’re told.”
“Oh, you motherfucker!” She struggled to move out of his hold, but a sharp bite to her nape had her freezing in shock. Her wolf urged her to be still rather than fight him, to play, which was surprising enough to make her quiet.
“No respect for authority, have you?” He ground himself against her, letting her feel just how hard he was. “I’ll say it one more time: spread your arms and legs wide apart.”
Curious, Roni did as he asked—well, ordered.
“That’s it. Is there anything you want to tell me? You can make this much easier on yourself if you just tell me the truth.”
His breath on her neck made her shudder. She would have expected to find role-play kind of amusing, but the sexual hunger creeping over her left her incapable of humor. “No. I have nothing to tell you.”
“Fine, we’ll do this my way.” His body throbbing with a savage, carnal need that would have left him shaken if his brain had room for thought, Marcus kicked her legs wider apart.
“What are you doing?”
“A body search, of course. This will go much easier if you just keep nice and still. No struggling.” His tone was uncompromising, implacable.
Starting at Roni’s shoulders, he began to slowly but firmly pat down her upper body. His confident, knowing hands were anything but cool and detached, making her tremble and squirm. She gave a low moan as his hands briefly skated over her breasts.
“I have to be certain you’re not concealing anything here.” Marcus gathered the bottom of her T-shirt and slowly slid it over her head, tossing it on the floor. Her bra quickly joined it. Then he pressed his body against hers as his hands slid to her breasts—they were the perfect handful. He kneaded and squeezed them, pausing occasionally to pinch and tweak her nipples with just the right amount of pressure to make her arch against him while moaning and grinding against his cock.
Nibbling on the back of her shoulder, Marcus snaked a hand down her flat, taut stomach, inching farther and farther toward what he wanted most. “Is there anything hiding in here I should know about?”
Before Roni could say a word, he’d unzipped her pants and thrust his hand inside and past the barrier of her boy shorts to cup her hard. His hand lingered there, unmoving, driving her insane with anticipation. Restless, she twisted her hips, trying to find some relief. The cruel bastard withdrew his hand a little.
“Oh, no, sweetheart. Be nice and still for me.” When she stilled, he slid his hand farther down and flicked her clit with his finger. She moaned loudly, but she didn’t move. He slipped a finger through her folds, growling at how slick she was. “There doesn’t seem to be anything here. But I have to be sure.” He squatted on the ground, removed her shoes, and then peeled down her pants. The boy shorts were hot as fuck, giving him sneak peeks of that perfect little ass, but they had to go too. He tapped her lightly on her leg. “Step out of the pants and shorts.”
Roni did as he asked and kicked them aside. On one level, it galled her to follow his every order without question. But pride wouldn’t make her come, would it? And there was a very big difference in the way that Marcus treated her and the way that guys had acted before. Marcus dominated her during sex, but he didn’t try to do it outside of the bedroom. For that reason, it didn’t make her bristle. Still, if he didn’t hurry and make her come, she’d lose her damn patience.
Marcus shackled her ankles with his hands and slowly slid them up her toned legs. “Hmm. All clear. But what about . . . here?” Canting her hips slightly, he treated himself to a fantastic view of her pussy—her folds were swollen and glistening, making his wolf growl with hunger. “You can’t have any idea how good you smell to me.”
Roni gasped as he abruptly plunged a finger inside her. He wasn’t gentle—each thrust was hard, sure, and bold. Then he found her G-spot at the exact same time that his tongue joined the fray, and she almost crumpled to the floor. Damn, the guy knew his way around the female body.
“You taste good.” Without removing his finger, Marcus delivered a sharp bite to her ass before standing upright again and whipping off his T-shirt one-handed. “I’m going to shove my cock in your pussy, Roni.” He nipped her nape, making her jolt. “I’m going to fuck you fast and deep.”
The feel of hard muscle against her bare back sent a tremor running through her, just as the feel of denim against the backs of her thighs made her moan. Her knees almost buckled when his teeth grazed over the mark on her neck. He licked and sucked, as if fascinated with it. At this point, she was frantic to have him inside her . . . and he was prolonging the fucking agony.
“Marcus, now,” she gritted out. The asshole spanked her ass instead. “Oh, you son of a—” He did it again. Roni sharply jammed her elbow into his ribs. His response? He drove another finger deep inside her and swirled them both around.
With his free hand, he fisted her hair and snatched her head back. “Striking an enforcer on his own territory is a punishable offense.”
Panting with want, she licked her lips. “No more playing.” Clearly he needed reminding that he was dealing with a dominant female. Curling an arm around his nape, she scratched hard enough to draw blood—his growl vibrated through his chest, sending a shiver down her back. “I need to come.”
Withdrawing his fingers, Marcus curled her hips slightly, positioning her to take him. “Me, Roni, you need me,” he corrected. Then he rammed every inch of himself inside her.
Roni felt her muscles contract around him as an orgasm tore through her, taking her by complete surprise with its ferocity. He didn’t wait for the aftershocks to subside, didn’t give her a reprieve. He pumped in and out of her, his hands clamped possessively on her hips, his fingers biting into the skin.
“Yes, this is what I want.” He had the feeling it was something he’d always want. With both hands now once again braced against the wall, she tried pushing back to counter his thrusts. Oh, no, he wasn’t having that. Marcus slapped her ass with the flat of his hand. “No, sweetheart, I’ll fuck you. All I want you to do is take it.” Her warning growl made him smile.
She glared at him over her shoulder. “I’m not submissive.”