“Yes.” I swallow against his palm.
“Then prove it.” He bares his teeth.
Oh, no.
“How?”
“Obey me,little liar.” The grip on my neck weakens. “Sit on my dick.” His nostrils flare and he dips closer. “I don’t need help from anyone. What I need is a mindless fuck with the cunt I’ve claimed.”
“What if I say no?” I choke his wrist with my hand, pointlessly trying to pry it off.
The chuckle rumbling from the back of his throat mocks me. “I suggest you give in to me or it won’t end well for either of us.” He half-smiles and I wonder if he really has it in him to take from me without consent. “You don’t have a choice. And what’s worse than a woman without a choice?” His head cocks, eyeing my hapless struggle. “A woman who lies to herself. Your silky skin is flushed with frustration, your nipples are hard. You’re ready to be fucked. I can sense your arousal like a sledgehammer to the chest.”
He’s right. This cruel king knows my body is under his spell. I’m incensed by the crawling lust heating my skin and the addictive rush of adrenaline pumping through my veins. I’m beyond aroused, with no rational reason for it.
He’s intoxicating, and I’ve never known this whirling mania within me before. It’s uncontrollable like the talons of a vulture ripping apart its prey in a frenzy. I don’t stand a chance against these urges my body feeds off.
“Turn up the volume, Marco,” his growl could crush diamonds to dust. The driver does what he’s told. “Louder.”
Energetic beats thump in my haywire brain. Tomás releases my throat and yanks me into him. “If you’re not wet, I’ll stop the car and let you go,” he growls close to my ear.
Bastard.
He knows that's an empty offer. My insides clench at the texture of his urgent baritone, making it impossible to think of anything else other than sexual gratification. The shameful desire within me is unstoppable.
In any normal situation, I would scratch out his eyes or launch a fist into his jaw. But this syrupy greed spreading within me is worse than a devastating forest fire or an avalanche wipeout.
All I feel is unsatisfied hunger. Swept up in the fight-or-flight reaction to warfare and filthy requests. I’m drunk on how his eyes make me feel weightless, how I’m the one he protected with his own body when bullets were coming at us in all directions.
Truth be told, I’m in awe of him. And I love knowing he needs this, maybe more than me.
I blink quickly when he unbuckles the Italian leather belt at his waist, then carefully unzips his trousers. Tomás grabs his cock from under his black boxer-briefs, all the while glaring at me with those impenetrable eyes of his. Shiny skin erupts with a glossy bead of pre-cum, the pulsing vein angry like his tyrannical mood.
Rather than invite me again, he strokes himself and lets his head fall back. My belly flips at the exquisite, slow suggestion of something untouchable. I mindlessly trace my lip, unsure if I want to give in so easily this time.
“Do it,” he snarls, jack-knifing upright as if he needs to take cover from a bomb blast. “Fuck my cock. Do it, because you want it. Do it for me,little liar.”
A husky male singer sings in the background, his lyrics warning me that the blazing fire within this man would one day turn blue. Yet, Tomás still waits for me to carry out his order. The screening of sound makes it feel secretive and dirty, especially with the driver so close.
Without second guessing the mistake I’m about to make, I obey him because there’s a universe of desire scorching my veins and only a solitary flame of hatred. The lust siphoning through me is hotter than the burning sun, blistering and all consuming.
If at all possible, he grows harder when I carefully position my shins at either side of his thighs, making sure not to kick him with my Doc’s. An unused seatbelt clip digs into my grazed knee, but I’m too far gone in the urgency for satisfaction to care.
The color coordinated soft fabric of the interior overhead forces me to hunch over his torso, obediently hovering in place. His palms glide under the suit jacket drowning my frame. Firm fingertips dig into my left hip as I lower onto him and shudder when his pelvis lifts to spear me.
He blows out a gush of air when I’m completely filled, eyes drilling into my parted lips. The broad intrusion is too intense. I’m still tender from the first time he’d fucked me.
I cry out when he bites my nipple, the relieved moan muffled behind a chorus. My spine arches, spilling disheveled strands over his shoulders. I throw my arms around his neck and drop my forehead to his shoulder.
Tomás gives me the illusion of my control. He permits the seductive pace I offer him, the chance to breathe in this unorthodox affair. Even if I’d tried to pretend I didn’t need his cock inside of me, the surge of tingles prickling my spine would reveal the lie.
There’s no point playing coy or fighting against his command, because I’m not like any normal girl. I crave adventure—and he’s the man to lead the way. I’m way over my head in a nightmare where my tormentor knows how to welcome me to the dark side, and possibly leave me there.
“This isn’t what you really like, is it?” His gritty voice is a tornado of pelting shingles, hard and fast. I pant, sinking down on his solid shaft again. He grabs a fistful of hair at my nape, slowly pulls my face before his and licks my scar. “We don’t do gentle.”
9
TOMÁS