Page 82 of Brutal
But she doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t break.
And that spurs me on.
I shove her again, and her back hits the wall. I don’t pause. I don’t give her the second she had yesterday. I hold her there with my weight, shove my cock against her so she can feel what she’s doing to me.
Mine.
I don’t say it. Only feel it. Not in a word but in a sensation.
“You don’t understand,” I grit out. “I tried to warn you.”
She tilts her head back, exposing her throat. I see the mark where I grabbed her. I see the pulse in her carotid. It’s rapid, inviting.
She thinks she’s daring me. She has no idea that I don’t take dares.
“Then stop me,” she says, her tone low and sultry. “Do it, Samson. If I don’t heed your warnings, then fucking stop me.”
Damn it. It’s that same defiance that’s been pushing at me since the first moment I saw her.
I should let her go.
But I don’t.
Because she just stripped the last piece of restraint I had left.
I slide my other hand up to her luscious tits and grasp on, not gently. She gasps, but I silence her with my tongue in her mouth. I find her hard nipple through the fabric, pinch it, twist it.
A groan—more of a vibration than a sound—rips through her.
I move upward, grab the collar of her blouse, and tug hard, ripping straight through the filmy material.
Another gasp that is silenced by my mouth covering hers.
I break the kiss then. Look into her burning eyes. I say nothing. Let my own eyes speak.
If she tells me to stop, I won’t.
She doesn’t.
I finish off the rest of her flimsy blouse and slide it over her shoulders until it falls to the floor. Then I tackle her bra. It opens in the front—bless her—and it’s not long for this world. In a flash it’s on the floor next to what remains of her top.
I grab her hand, never letting my gaze stray from hers, and push it against the bulge in my jeans. “Feel this,” I say. “Feel what you’re doing to me, Delaney. I tried to warn you.”
“To stay away from the marina. My research,” she rasps out. “You didn’t warn me to stay away from you.”
I breathe in through my teeth. “You didn’t need a warning about me. You fucking knew. And you invited me up here anyway. You made your choice. Now you’re going to get what we both want.”
I grab both her tits and squeeze. Hard.
Her breath breaks.
I pull her against me, still holding onto her tits. I pinch one nipple. Then the other. Then both. I twist. Hard. Harder, expecting protest.
She doesn’t.
And that snaps whatever was still holding me together.
She’s not yielding. She’s meeting me.
