With excitement. With cold. Both. I don’t know, but my skin has never been so sensitive. I’ve never felt such a sharp sense of being as I do right now. Like I could fly if I just willed it.
Heavy footsteps come down the hallway.
The door to the trophy room opens.
He found me already?How?
“Your scent follows you,” he drawls, his voice deep. Resonant. More than a little winded. “I could find you in a room full of people. Blindfolded. That scent is in my fucking bones.”
I rise slowly, bracing myself against the door.
Preparing to run.
And it’s a good thing I do because the door is yanked open a few seconds later to reveal Tripp, shirtless with a belt dangling from his hand, and even though I want to climb him and gorge myself on his sculpted mouth, I scream in fear, throwing myself right to evade him and sprinting through the trophy room. Past the pool table and out the door, taking a right into the hallway, my pulse thundering in my ears.
This time, though, I don’t get a head start.
Tripp runs after me—and obviously, he’s fast. He’s the captain of his lacrosse team.
Oh God.
I want to be caught. My whole body is alive. Singing.
Aching for his touch. For his aggression.
The heft of him on top of my fragility.
I need, I need, I need.
His footsteps grow louder, and I run as fast as possible, darting into a bedroom, but I’m tackled from behind onto the bed. He plants his fist on the mattress at the very last second, so his much larger frame doesn’t impact me as much as it could have. And I wish he hadn’t done that, because I am suddenly desperate to be taken with force.
When I catch you, I breed you.
His lap drops down onto my bottom, and he thrusts against me, through his pants, attempting to pry my legs open with his booted foot so he can enter me from behind. For a couple of seconds, I let him hump me, his frenzied grunts loud in the silentroom, along with the squeaking bedframe. But that handful of moments gives him a false sense of security, and I take advantage, flipping over onto my back and kicking, fighting for everything I’m worth. My open palm cracks him across the face, and I watch exhilaration briefly transform his features before I slip free of his caging body, landing on the floor on my knees and crawling away.
“Help!” I sob. “Help me.”
I’m picked up with one arm around my waist, twisted around, and flung up into his arms like I weigh nothing. Determined eyes glitter at me in the darkness, sweat beading his curled upper lip, a red mark forming on the right side of his face from my slap. My legs dangle around his hips, and I wiggle helplessly on top of his erection, only making it bigger. Impossible to avoid with the way he’s holding me, trapping me, making me dance on it for his visible pleasure.
“Are you trying to get away or fuck me through my pants? I can’t tell.”
“Let me go!” I holler, twisting in his arms and nearly succeeding in freeing myself.
But before I can run a single step, I’m wrestled face down onto the floor, my wrists hauled behind my back. It’s a familiar feeling when he uses his belt to bind my wrists, just like that night on the beach, but now I love him. Now he’s made me want this as bad as he does.
Which is why I almost climax when he rips off my thong and unzips his pants.
I kick, but it’s useless.
I’m flat on the floor, my cheek pressed to the rug, and he yanks my hips up, positioning me with my backside in the air, hands belted at the small of my back. I close my eyes and sob, waiting to be entered without a condom. Waiting for him to pump his way to an orgasm with the use of my unwilling pussy…
So I’m surprised when I feel his face press between the cheeks of my bottom instead. He moans there, vibrating me, the shuddering reverberation fanning out inside me, low, low in my body. Tightening bolts and enticing more wetness. More. More.
He rubs his mouth against that rear breach, moaning loudly. Brokenly.
“Did you think you could walk around with this hot little ass and be safe from me?” His tongue finds me, stiff and rubbing and relentless, slavering between my cheeks before sliding down to my pussy and bringing moisture back to my asshole, pressing his tongue there and making me cry out from shock. Shock over howgoodit feels. “You had too much power over me in that slutty maid skirt. You gave me no choice but to take it away.”
“No, sir. Please. Please!”
