Page 9 of Punishing His Runaway Bride
I should've pulled back.
I knew I should've.
I'd never done this—touched a man first, teased him, teetered on danger's edge.
I'd never even slept with anyone.
Twenty-two, still a virgin—a joke in New York. I'd always thought the first time should matter, with someone I really liked, at the right moment, not like this.
With a drugged stranger whose name I didn't know, in a strip club's VIP room.
This was insane; anger must've fried my brain.
"So which is real?" I asked, looking up. "You really look down on me, or just talking tough?"
He stared, chest heaving, Adam's apple bobbing.
The air shifted, grew hotter, thicker. My fingers slid lower, into his collar, brushing his collarbone.
His breath hitched.
"You..." His voice turned gravelly. "You know what you're doing?"
I didn't.
I really didn't.
I just knew I wanted to touch him, get closer, wanted...
No, snap out of it, Olivia! Leave now! Right now!
Then he moved.
In a blur, everything flipped.
He grabbed my waist, hauled me over, and pinned me to the sofa.
"What're you trying to prove?" he murmured at my lips, voice hoarse. "That I want to fuck you? Fine, I admit it. I fucking want to fuck you."
He crushed down on me, eyes darkening, staring hard, heavy breaths hitting my face. Sense screamed danger, but desire betrayed me. I got wet, heat pooling between my legs, nipples hardening against the fabric.
His fingers pinched a nipple, tugged hard, pain and pleasure crashing in. I rubbed my thighs together without thinking, my core screaming for more.
"Already turned on? Little slut?" He went on, dipping his head, biting my neck. "From your first move on stage, I wanted to drag you down, fuck you against that pole."
He bit deep; it'd leave a mark.
"But I thought I could hold back." His hand slipped between my legs, pressing hard over thin panties on that sensitive spot. "Thought I could watch and do nothing."
"Ah—" I gasped out.
"But you showed up." He looked up, eyes liquid dark. "You had to tempt me, prove I couldn't resist."
He yanked off my coat, tossed it, leaving me in sexy lace lingerie.
"Fine, I'll show you what you've proved."
I should've shoved him away.
