“Well, if you weren’t so damn hard-headed.” He lets out a breath. “And for the last time, it was a bribe, not blackmail.”
“Well, I guess that’s so much better.” I suck my teeth and resume my reading.
He moves so close, our bodies touch, and I have nowhere to go unless I want to fall off the bed. His hand lands on my knee.
“We can start over, and I’ll forgive you.” I hold in my laugh. “All you have to do is say sorry.”
“You’ll forgive me?” I point at myself, and the idiot nods his head. “Really? I’m the one who needs forgiveness? What about your apology to me for all the shit you’ve done?”
“I never deceived you.”
The very idea that this fool thinks I’m going to apologize to him after all the diabolical shit he’s put me through is hysterical. His fingers glide along my legs, and that simple touch is enough to send my inner thighs throbbing. I’m glad he can’t tell, but then my nipples pebble, and he kisses one of them.
I shove his head away, but he doesn’t move.
“Just say you’re sorry.” He tries to take a nipple into his mouth, but I block my breast with one hand, put down my book, and try to push him away with my other. The man doesn’t move, so I decide to go along with him.
I put my hand down, and his mouth wraps around my nipple.
I caress the back of his head.
“You want me to apologize?”
“Just a little apology, Bella, and everything will go back to how it was.” Except it can’t because it was over the moment he destroyed my most prized possession. “I know it wasn’t your fault. I don’t even blame you. That evil cousin of yours is responsible for this, not you. She got in your head.”
I maneuver enough that I’m able to straddle his lap. I can feel how much he wants me. I grind on top of him and throw my head back. His hand covers a breast, and I sigh in contentment.
His arms wrap around me, and he pulls me into his hard body. He lifts himself and manages to push his pants down, leaving him as naked as I am. I rub my breasts on his chest and massage the back of his neck the way I know he likes.
I get close to his ear and suck the lobe into my mouth.
“Bella,” he moans.
“Dax.” My voice comes out husky and needy. “I’m—” I stop and clear my throat.
“You’re what, baby? Just say it. One little word. Two syllables.”
“I’m—” My voice cracks as if I’m about to cry. “I’m—” I stop and lick the shell of his ear.
“You’re what? It’s okay. Say it.”
“I’m. Not. Sorry. For. Shit.” His hands stop caressing my back. “I wish I had thought of giving that mutt away sooner, you egomaniacal jackass.”
He pulls away to search my face. It’s almost like he can’t believe my words. I cross my arms and roll my neck while I gloat into his deceptive, beady little eyes. I expect him to throw me off him so he can barge out of the room, but that’s not what happens.
He pulls me close, and his mouth crashes on mine. He rolls over, and his heavy body lands on top of me. He kisses me before I can utter a syllable, and like a shameless slut, my legs spreadopen. His kiss is brutal while his hand teases my nipple until my pussy turns into a puddled mess.
He sucks and bites it like a savage. He lifts himself up. I look down at his engorged dick. He wraps his hand around it and strokes it.
“Mmhmm.” I lick my lips at the sight of it. If he were to put that between my lips now, I’d happily swallow it whole.
He strokes it a few times before sliding into me.
“Oh, God,” I moan. He swallows my words, and this kiss is as brutal as his thrusts.
He fucks me so hard that our bodies touch the headboard. I try to grind underneath him, but he presses into me, stripping me of any bit of control I have in this situation.
I decide to let him fuck me into a blinding orgasm and close my eyes.
