Page 27 of My Sweet Poison
Her body stiffened. She raised her tearstained face to mine. “Is this the only way you can get a woman? By forcing her?”
I stroked her cheek with the back of my knuckle. “It’s cute you think I’d have to use force to get you to spread your legs for me.”
With a shriek, her arm flew up to strike me.
Catching her around the wrist, I twisted her arm behind her back and used my free hand to tilt her chin up, forcing her to face me.
She spit out, “I hate you!”
I smiled and said, “That’s what makes this so much fun,” before claiming her mouth.
My fingers pressed into her cheeks, forcing her mouth open for my assault.
She did not struggle for long.
I teased her lips with my own, savoring their lush sweetness before pushing inside. The edges of her sharp teeth scraped against the sides of my tongue, bringing forth graphic sensations of what it would feel like if it were my cock thrusting inside.
I pressed my body into hers, snatched her other wrist, and raised her arms over her head. Her bones were so delicate I worried I might snap them if I weren’t careful. I eased the pulsing ache in my cock by pressing hard against her belly.
My entire being was focused on her. The sounds of her ragged breaths and tiny whimpers. The taste of her rapid pulse as I licked the smooth column of her neck. The feel of her soft body submitting to my demands.
I was a beast trying to hold a butterfly without crushing it.
Breathless, I ended the kiss.
Pressing my forehead to hers, I whispered harshly, “You can’t win. Give in to me.”
She tried to turn her face to the side.
Transferring my hold of both of her small wrists to one hand, I wrapped my free hand under her jaw, holding her in place. “Answer me,” I demanded.
Her dark blue eyes blazed with defiance. “You expect me to be your whore? I’d rather go to prison.”
Everyone in my world said yes to me. Board members, judges, senators, women. And here was this woman, literally against the wall with my hand at her throat, choosing a prison cell over me.
“Brave words for someone who is facing half a lifetime behind bars.”
“Because you bribed all the witnesses and doctored the video.”
I smiled. There was no point in denying it. “All the more reason why you should accept my generous offer.”
“Go to hell.”
My hand closed around her throat the moment the refusal left her lips.
Her eyes widened.
I stared down at her and for one second, I wanted to break her. The way a child smashed a toy rather than let someone else have it.
I released my grip and stepped back, already missing her warmth.
I moved to my suit jacket and snatched it up. Without turning, I bit out, “Fine. Take your chances with the jury.”
I had resumed my place leaning against the back wall of the courtroom by the time they brought Madison in.
She searched the room till she found me. She then raised her chin and stubbornly looked away.
She had gotten under my skin. I just wasn’t used to hearing the word no. And the challenge of turning that no into an oh god yes was one I had every intention of winning.
