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He smirked again. “The fact that you’re turned on right now, wet for a man who took you, who’s keeping you prisoner in his home, because he wants you so fucking badly he doesn’t care what laws he’s breaking.”
Dom took another step closer to me, then another and another until I smelled the masculine, spicy scent that surrounded him.
“You know what I want to do to you?”
I shook my head even though self-preservation said not to respond, not to fall prey to what this game was to him.
“I’ll tell you, because I know you want to hear.” He lowered his gaze to my mouth, and I forced myself not to lick my lips. “I want to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.” He lifted his eyes back to mine. “Not because that’s all I want, but because it’ll be me placing my claim on you. It’ll be me making you mine, Amelia.”
I placed my hands flat on the wall, the surface hard, the cold seeping into my body but doing nothing to chill the heat racing through me. The danger and violence that poured from Dom made me hotter, more excited.
I was wet, my nipples hard. This man could do whatever he wanted to me, and I wouldn’t have a choice but to accept it all.
Liar. I’d accept it, because I wanted it. Bad.
Chapter Eleven
Amelia
God, my arousal rose like this ferocious, hungry animal. But at the same time, I was so turned on, so aroused that I felt crazed from it.
A part of me hated the fact that I was so turned on, but then again, I also didn’t give a shit, because I’d never felt this way before. I’d never felt this kind of need. I’d never gone past kissing, never had anyone touch me… be with me.
I clenched my hands and shook my head, although I didn’t know what I was trying to deny.
My need and desire for Dom? The fact that I was so wet my panties were soaked clean through?
And the sick truth was, the very thought of being kept here against my will made me even… hotter.
Dom was drunk and arrogant, thought he could have me simply because he deemed it so. Screw that. Fuck him.
Yes. Fuck him.
God, my thoughts were filthy.
“Just leave me alone,” I whispered, but there was no heat or truth behind the words, no sincerity. I was so damn angry.
I craned my neck back so I could look into Dom’s face. The masculinity that poured from him was so… potent.
He smirked and it made him even more attractive, if that was possible. I didn’t know where he’d taken me, had only seen the inside of these four walls. It had been dark when we came here, and I’d been blindfolded when they pulled me out of the van. All I’d heard, seen, felt was the sound of my breathing, the race of the blood through my veins, and the beat of my pulse in my ears.
“It’s amusing that you think you have any power in this situation, Amelia.” He was staring at my mouth again. “But it turns me on even more than I find it funny.”
We were closed in together, the smell of whatever dark and spicy cologne he wore, and the scent of the alcohol coming from him, filling the room and making me feel drunk.
“You’re sick, keeping me here against my will. You’re a bastard.”
He smirked again and lifted his gaze to my eyes. “Against your will?” He lifted a dark brow. “Baby, you’re not a prisoner. That door’s been unlocked the whole time.” He leaned in so close I couldn’t think straight. All I wanted to do was close the distance between our mouths and kiss him.
But I wouldn’t. I wanted him to close that gap, to take control like he had since the first moment I saw him in the jewelry store.
I opened my mouth, maybe to beg him to do just that or maybe to tell him to fuck off. But no words came out. I was frozen.
And then he was on me before I could even grasp what in the hell was going on. He used his upper body to push my back flush against the wall, a gasp leaving me, the air rushing out from my lungs.
“You want this. I want this. I’m done pretending I have any fucking self-control where you’re concerned, Amelia.” He had his hands on my waist, spun me around, and again, before I knew what was going on, he had me on the center of the bed.
“W-wait. What’s going on? What are you doing?” I asked, even though I knew exactly what was happening.
Dom used his big body to press me against the mattress. My lips parted in shock… in lust when he wedged his hips between my thighs, the thick, very big and hard length of his erection rubbing against the most intimate, innocent part of me.
