“Kidnapping?”
She scrunches her nose, then she chuckles. “As long as you’re the one doing the kidnapping.”
I push harder with my next suggestion. “Sexual harassment by your captor?”
“Again, as long as you’re the one harassing me, I’m good with it.”
With a serious expression on my face, I ask, “Rape?”
A frown forms on her forehead, making my heart stop in my chest, then she says, “But it’s not rape if it’s with you.”
“Role-play, baby,” I remind her. “Acting out the fantasy that you don’t know me and I’m just a depraved fucker taking what he wants. How would you feel about that scenario?”
Rosalie pushes herself up into a sitting position and really thinks about my question.
I sit up as well, and taking hold of her hand, I say, “Of course, I won’t hurt you. Keep that in mind.”
“So we’ll just pretend not to know each other?” she asks.
“I’ll catch you off guard when you least expect it,” I add, so she knows what will happen. “It will be dark, and I’ll restrain you.”
Heat flares in her eyes. “So far, I like it.”
Letting go of her hand, I wrap my fingers around her throat. “I’d like to reenact our first meeting, only this time I’ll take what I want instead of waiting three years.” Leaning closer, my lips brush against her parted ones. “I want to hear you scream no. I want you to beg me to stop.”
Her voice quivers with need as she whispers, “I can do that. It will be hot if you threaten me with what you plan to do to me.”
Jesus, she’s really into it.
I lick at her lips. “I’ll tell you, if you don’t keep quiet, I’ll choke you with my cock.”
“Yes,” she breathes, her eyes lighting up from the desire building between us.
“I’ll tear your clothes off.”
Rosalie’s tongue darts out, swiping over my jaw.
Christ, we’re going to fuck each other to death today.
“I’ll pinch your tits and force myself into your tight wet heat.”
She climbs onto my lap and grinds down on me, breathlessly murmuring, “What then?”
“You’ll struggle beneath me, screaming for me to stop.”
Her hips begin to swivel as she rubs herself against my hard cock.
“Rip my panties off,” she orders me, her tone bossy as fuck.
Gripping hold of the lace, I tear them from her body.
“Are you taking over, baby?” I ask, loving the idea.
“Yes.” Rosalie shoves my sweatpants out of the way, and locking her seductive gaze with mine, she says, “I’m going to fuck you, Mr. Vetrov, and you’re going to keep telling me filthy things.”
When she sinks down on my cock, we both groan.
“I’ll force you onto your stomach,” I growl. She starts to ride me slowly. “And I’ll fuck your tight ass.”