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His gaze lightened, then became shadowed as he held her wrists in one hand and the other came up to touch the tear on her face.
“You cried then, too. ” His voice was soft, brooding. “Didn’t you? When I kissed you, you cried. ”
Oh yeah, she was going to answer that one for him. Not. Not in a million years would she ever tell him what he did to her then, and now.
“You told me you dreamed of me. ” His jaw tensed as a flash of lust lit up his eyes like lightning.
“I wouldn’t dream of you if you were the last man on earth,” she scoffed, panting at the effort to force him to release her. “Get off me. I don’t want you anywhere near me. ”
She didn’t want the blood pumping to her nipples and her clit with a force that had them straining, tight and engorged, against the material of her clothing as he covered her.
She didn’t want her skin so sensitive she could feel the hairs on his chest, even through her shirt.
And she didn’t want the pleasure that was building, burning through her as he held her beneath him, restrained. Helpless.
“I thought of that all night as you slept,” he said guardedly. “Taking you again, having you beneath me. It was better than the dreams, Crista. They didn’t even compare. ”
His voice dropped to a guttural whisper as his gaze flared with carnal heat. It was mesmerizing, watching his gaze flare, then lighten with sexual need.
“Get off me, Dawg. ” It was all she could do to push the words past her lips. “I won’t let you turn into me a whore for your own amusement. ”
“Say that word again, and I’ll make you regret it, Crista. ” The order was clipped and filled with menace. “I haven’t called you a whore, and I never believed you were one. ”
“Don’t you? Evidently you do, if you think my only job is fucking you. ” She strained against him again, only to still as she felt the broad head of his cock butt against the crotch of her thin panties. Too thin, because she could feel the heat of his thick flesh pressing against her.
“Until I figure out what the hell is going on, that’s exactly what your job is. Because, make no mistake, fancy-face, I’m not a very charitable person anymore. Just because you’re not guilty doesn’t mean you don’t look guilty. You need me so you can stay out of jail. And you know the price for my help. ”
Was he serious? And did it really matter at this point if he was or not? Her senses were suddenly rioting at the feel of his cock head pressing against her, causing her to grow wetter, her flesh more sensitive.
She didn’t want this.
Crista shook her head as she felt Dawg’s lips at her cheek, rough velvet, sliding over her flesh as her breath hitched in her throat.
“Nothing matters to me but fucking you. ” Self-disgust filled his voice. “Being so deep inside you that this hunger that’s eaten at my gut for eight years dissolves. ” His head lifted as he glowered down at her from between sensually narrowed eyes. “Make no mistake, Crista, you will spread those pretty legs for me again, and you’ll give me what I want. Because it’s the only way I can keep your ass out of jail.
Walk away from me, and I won’t lift a finger to help you when they slap the cuffs on your wrists and you disappear. Because, baby, it will so be out of my hands then that I couldn’t help you if I wanted to. ”
“But you can if I’m sleeping with you?” Disillusionment, disappointment, he heard it all in her voice.
Quite simply, as he said, unless he relented, she had no choice.
“Of course. ” His smile was tight and hard. “I’ll know where you are. I’ll know if you’re playing dirty or playing nice, and then putting my neck on the line won’t feel like a fool’s fucking errand to me.
Now make your choice. ”
Crista stared back at him, finally admitting that the man she had dreamed of for eight years was gone, in more ways than she had imagined.
“It’s the same as rape,” she whispered, then bit back a moan as his free hand reached down, pulling her panties aside and allowing the heavy crest of his cock to slide through the juices gathering there.
“Do you enjoy lying to yourself, Crista?”
Dawg was breathing harder now, and Crista found it nearly impossible to draw in enough oxygen herself. The air was ripe with steamy carnality, her body so sensitive now, her clit so swollen, she wondered if she could survive if he didn’t fuck her.
“Damn,” he suddenly groaned, his hand gripping her hip as he let his cock slide through the heavy moisture until the feel of it rasping over her clit had her jerking in his hold and whimpering in heat.
“Your pussy’s so hot I’ll burn to ash,” he muttered, lowering his head again, his lips brushing over hers, though he ignored the parting of her lips to move to her jaw. “Like hot silk, molten silk. Let me have you again, Crista. I’ll take you so easy this time. ” His lips caressed the shell of her ear now. “I’ll slide inside you slow and sweet, darlin’. And I promise, I’ll make you scream again with pleasure. ”
As he had the first time and again yesterday. But then, he had pounded inside her both times, rocked her. Impaled her. He had taken her with a force that had left her shaken, not just from his possession, but from her response to it.
