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I guess he expected me to play by the rules he laid out, but he has another thing coming if he thinks I’m going to just stand aside and let him do whatever he wants. No, as far as I’m concerned, I’m a prisoner here, and that means I will do anything in my power to get the hell out and find a way through this.
He takes another step towards me, but I stand my ground. And, despite myself, my mind fills with the memory of everything we did that night, his hands in my hair, his touch on my skin, his kiss against my mouth. I can still recall it all with a startling clarity, every inch of me alight with as much desire as defiance.
“You need to learn your place here,” he warns me, and I cock an eyebrow.
“Oh, yeah?” I retort. “And what place is that, exactly?”
He does not reply for a moment, gaze flicking down briefly towards my mouth. My breath catches at the back of my throat, and I look back at him, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to even think of anything but the way he makes me feel right now.
“You need me to remind you?” he growls.
Slowly, I nod. “Looks like I do.”
And, at last, as though this is what he has been waiting for since the moment he laid eyes on me again, he grabs my face and pulls me in for a kiss.
8
ANTON
I knowI shouldn’t be doing this.
That’s the only thought that spirals through my mind as our mouths come together again, and I reach back to make sure the door is shut, ensuring that we won’t be interrupted.
Not just because I don’t want anything to get in the way of all that I crave from her, but because I don’t want my men thinking that I really did just purchase this woman with the intention of fucking her.
But, as she parts her lips, accepting my tongue into her mouth, I know that there’s nothing I want more than to feel her give herself over to me.
I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her body against mine, feeling that same heat, that same warmth, that same need rising in me. She might not need rescuing this time, but her hands grasp for my arms with just as much intensity, and I know the only thing I can do is get this out of my system.
I push her back towards the bed, and she pulls me down on top of her, our mouths not breaking for a moment. She’s wearing jeans and a tee, but I want her naked, andnow.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that perfect body of hers the last few months, the way her lower belly convulsed as she reached her orgasm, and I want nothing more than to take her there over and over again.
I pull back for a moment, hands sinking to her waist just above the waistband of her jeans. I need to hear it from her, how much she wants me. I will not settle for anything else.
“Tell me,” I rasp against her mouth, my need so overwhelming it’s hard to get the words out. My cock is already straining against my pants, and I want nothing more than to tear off her clothes and sink myself deep inside her, feel the warmth and tightness of her pussy closing around me, massaging every inch of me.
“Tell me what you want.” I manage to finish what I’m saying as I skim my fingers along her lower belly, giving her a chance to back out of this if it is more than she can take.
I don’t want to force her into anything that she is not ready for. Just because she wanted me once does not mean that she will want me again.
“I want... I want you, Anton...” She chokes the words out, throaty and heavy with lust.
I look into her eyes, which have softened from the anger she met me with before, and I kiss her again as I make short work of her jeans and panties, stripping he from the waist down before I toss her clothes to the floor.
And instead of breaking the kiss, I begin to trace it down her body, taking my time as I taste each and every inch of her skin.
I start at her chin, down her neck, along her collarbone, letting the perfume of her skin flood through my senses. I want to gorge myself on her, I want to taste every inch of her. Seeing her up there, my brother at her side, there’s nothing I crave more than to feel her give herself to me, to know that it is me she wants more than anything else, and that she will not settle for anything less.
I continue down her body, stripping her of her tee and tossing it to the ground as I work my way between her breasts and towards her belly. It’s rising and falling rapidly, just like it did that night, and I can already smell the warm, inviting musk of her pussy, practically coaxing me to give her all that is on my mind.
I kiss down along the curve of her hip, letting my lips drag against her skin, and she lifts her head to watch me like she can hardly believe this is happening.
Our eyes lock for a moment, and I swear, I can feel that connection between us the same way I did that first night—that feeling like she wants to make it up to me, to show me how damn grateful she is.
But right now, I’m the one lavishing her with attention, determined to prove to her that, no matter the situation between us now, I still want what is best for her.
And, as I look up at her, I notice something; something that has changed in her, though I cannot, at first, put my finger on what it is.
