My reaction to him was what made me run. I couldn’t stay, not with my pussy clenching and my stomach churning at the thought of him touching me again. Of kissing me. Hell, of fucking me through a wall until I scream in ecstasy.
I ran because those thoughts terrified me far more than his veiled threats. I don’t want to want him. I want to go back to my ordinary life, where my emotions never reached up and throttled me like this.
I barely made it outside before they jumped me. A dozen of them, coming from every direction. How much security has this place got that men can just pop up out of the dark?
I fought them as best I could but they knew what they were doing, carried me in despite my curses and threats.
I’m dumped into an armchair as Alexsei walks in, ordering the other men to leave. They obey at once.
When they’re gone he closes the door, turning the key to lock us inside together. “You were foolish,” he says, taking a step toward me. “Did you think you could escape me that easily?”
“You left the window open. You were the moron.”
“Open as a test, which you failed.”
“What are you going to do? Refuse to marry me? Works for me.”
He crosses the space between us too fast, grabbing hold of me, lifting me to my feet, his mouth an inch from mine. “You are mine,” he says, his breath hot on my lips. “You just don’t know it yet. Don’t realize the power I have over you. Life or death in my hand right now.
“I could break your neck and you could do nothing to stop me. Marriage is not a choice. It is a certainty like the sun rising in the morning or the arousal you feel when I touch you like this.”
I try to fight his grip but he’s too strong. “Get off me,” I say, pushing him in the chest, not liking how solid the muscles areunder my touch, how they make me tingle inside as he grips me tighter. Is that a bulge in his pants? Is he hard?
He glances down then chuckles darkly. “Your cheeks are flushed and your eyes are dilated. I believe you like this. Being held like this turns you on.”
“Go to hell.”
“Already have. Was taught a few things by the devil on the way back.”
“Is that supposed to scare me?”
“You’re not scared enough right now but you will be if you continue to fight me.”
“Threats already. Nice.”
“It must scare you how turned on I make you. I make you feel things you have never felt before.”
“You don’t know me.”
“I heard your voice weaken when you said that, saw your eyes dilate when I grabbed you, saw your eyes glance down at my cock. Your pussy is wet, I guarantee it. Should I prove it to you? Make you taste yourself?”
“I said get off me.”
“You don’t want me to let go of you.”
The hands on my back move lower, grabbing my hips, yanking me against him. That bulge is throbbing against me and I find myself wondering what it would look like if he pulled it from his pants, or how it would feel pushed into my mouth.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he reaches for the bottom of my sweater.
“You disobeyed when you ran. You are going to be punished.”
“Please, don’t hurt me.” I hate myself for begging but I see the coldness in his eyes, the indifference to my fear. I think of my mother being cut, her screams echoing down the halls of our home. I think of Terry choking me, my fingers fumbling to break free from his grip.
“I will never hurt you,” he says, stroking my neck. “A husband protects his wife, always.”
He blinks and the coldness is gone. Warmth flashes there and it calms me. He blinks and the coldness returns but I can’t unsee the truth behind his eyes. Someone else lurks in there, someone better than this.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask.