Page 50 of Ravaged By Lust

“I can be wherever I like. I want to talk to you again, Chloe. See your pretty face again.”

“I want you to go.”

But I do feel something. My words are sharp, but they come out of my mouth weak and pathetic. No conviction at all, and Bishop knows that.

This man has come here to hunt me down. He saw me that one time yesterday at my brother’s place and it’s like I’ve become his only thought since then. His goal. Everything he’s doing is for me. To reclaim me like some prize.

And, admittingly, it turns me on.

It really shouldn’t.

But I really want him.

“You can’t speak to me like that,” Bishop sneers under his breath.

I’ve lost my breath.

I feel my chest heaving. Bishop’s eyes wander down to my breasts. I see the unfiltered lust behind that dark gaze.

All I need to do is utter one word and he’ll take me right here, right now. This man hasn’t gotten over me. He told me at the karaoke bar that I’m the one girl he wants. All the millions of girls that he could have at this moment, and yet he only wants me. Enough that he’s come here at midnight to talk.

Surely that’s grounds to be turned on by, right?

“You really have to go, Bishop…”

I don’t get a chance to finish the sentence when Bishop takes me by the waist and pushes me against the back of the door, pinning my wrists above my head against the wall with his strong hands. I struggle with little effort.

To be honest, I’m completely turned on. My panties are soaked. There’s a heat in the pit of my stomach. My nipples ache from being so hard.

I know I should feel afraid that this man has got me completely under his control, but I don’t. I’m so driven by my horniness that I don’t even mutter any more protests.

Bishop is a man who knows what he wants.

Me.

“Give in to your primal lust,” he whispers, drawing his mouth a mere inch from my ear. “I know you want me, sweetheart.”

I gasp.

“I don’t want you.”

“Sure, you do. Stop lying to yourself.”

“Bishop…”

“You can’t fight anymore, Chloe. I have you now. Exactly where I want you. Exactly where you want me. I could do whatever I wanted to you right now and you’ll love it.”

“And what would you do to me that’ll make me love it?”

“Worship your body. Make you squeal my name. Make you feel like no man has ever made you feel.”

“You really think you can do that, huh?”

“Just say the word and I’ll make you mine.”

And, at that moment, all my defenses fold. I can’t resist him.

“I want you, Bishop. Do what you want to me.”