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If I went willingly to his bed, there was a possibility that he might be gentle, but I wasn’t sure what that might mean. Would he make love to me? Would I enjoy it?
But… if I did that, maybe he wouldn’t be rough with me. Maybe I didn’t want gentle after all. Maybe I kind of wanted some of both.
I’d always been the kind of woman who went after what she wanted and for the moment, I wanted Grayson Asher.
Trying to summon any courage I had left, I let go of my chest and lowered my hands to my sides. My mouth was dry, and my breath was coming out in heated, quick pants and I couldn’t keep it under control. I was so nervous that I didn’t know what to do or say, so I blurted out the first thing to come to mind.
“Please. Be gentle with me.” I don’t know why I said that. It wasn’t really what I wanted. I craved the firmness of his fingers along my skin, clutching roughly at my body while he gave me the long hard fucking I truly needed.
He caged me in against the wall and I did my best to arch myself just so that his body scarcely touched mine. My nipples had already tightened into hard little peaks though, and they brushed against his chest.
His fingers brushed at my throat, circling around it and dragging down. He just glided over the tender skin between my breasts, continuing further until he just grazed against the lacey hem of my creamy white bridal panties. Slowly, he dragged his fingertips back and forth and I tried to study his face, but he was so focused that my stomach clenched nervously at what he had planned.
“You want me to be gentle with you?” he asked carefully, and I don’t know why, but there was a dangerous edge to his voice that made me even more nervous than before. Was he trying to trick me into something? Did he want that too?
“Please,” I squeaked quietly, sounding like a church mouse rather than a proud woman.
His fingers slipped under the hem of my underwear, and I gasped aloud. Would he touch me now? Would he finally make me come?
I should have known better.
In a flash, he grasped at my panties and pulled them so hard they wedged between my soaked folds. He didn’t pause when I cried out as he tore them from my body. I yelped in surprise, immediately drowning in sheer agony as the cloth bit at my pussy, pinching it hard enough to almost make me scream. A flood of pain blossomed across my tender flesh, and I quivered on shaky legs. I probably would have fallen if not for the way he pushed his leg in between mine to support me.
“You don’t want me to be gentle with you and you know it,” he countered, and my thighs trembled as my pussy continued to burn. As the seconds passed, the initial sting began to fade, and I was left with an aching soreness between my legs that refused to quell. My clit throbbed hard, and it was then I noticed that the full length of his cock was pressed against my clit. I was almost disappointed that the barrier of his slacks kept it from truly touching me.
I hated that he was right and that made me mad. I loathed that I wanted him to push me up against the wall and force himself inside me. I hated that I wanted to feel every thick long inch mastering my body in a way no man had ever done before. It made me so angry to want those things because I shouldn’t want them.
Good girls didn’t want that.
I didn’t understand why I wanted him to hurt me. I couldn’t fathom why my body continued to betray the soundness of my mind and react with visceral arousal, needing him and wanting him in a way so taboo that it should be forbidden.
“You want it to hurt,” he pressed. “The thought of me taking you hard enough leave you sore long after I’m through with you makes you soaking wet, my pretty bride.”
I almost reached up and slapped him, but I held back. I gritted my teeth, wanting to deny that everything he was saying was the truth, needing to deny it because of my pride.
“You can hurt me if you want, but no matter what you do to me I will never truly be yours,” I spat, and his smirk widened precipitously. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes that reminded me of the criminal nature of some of his endeavors and a very real jolt of fear poured over me. I stiffened before him, trying to quell that terrified feeling and stoke the brazen way I was pushing back at him.
He reached for me, cupping my face with that broad palm of his and dragging his thumb across my cheekbone with a possessiveness that made me suck in a breath in an aroused panic. I glared at him, and he smiled broadly.
“You’re already mine. You always have been,” he said darkly, and he leaned in closer, brushing his
lips against my ear and nipping my earlobe just hard enough to set the rest of my body on fire. “But you’re right. This is going to hurt.”
There was no time to fight back as his arm circled around my waist and lifted me cleanly off the floor. He strode to the bed and before I had the foresight to try to kick or struggle out of his arms, he’d already sat down and deposited me over his knee.
Completely naked, I couldn’t hide the bareness of my ass or my naked pussy and he knew it. As if he wanted to hammer the message home, he slid his fingers in between my thighs. I closed my eyes, knowing that he’d finally discovered just how soaking wet I was for him.
He found my clit and circled it gently. He’d kept me on edge for so many hours and I’d fought him through all of it, but now that I was naked over his knee with his fingers teasing me where I needed him the most, every bit of that fight scattered just like dust on the wind.
He teased me there for several minutes, forcing my desire forward once again. I tried to keep quiet, but it was a losing battle. Before long, I was gasping aloud, each breath sounding less like a cry of disquiet and more like a moan of very clear and obvious desire. Just when I was on the cusp of orgasm, he pulled his hand away and I cried out as the painful slice of denial tore through me with vicious ruthlessness once again.
“Please,” I pleaded, and I nearly bit through my lower lip with shame in my inability to keep myself quiet. I didn’t want to beg.
His palm cracked down hard on the right side of my ass and I jolted hard as his other arm wrapped around my waist. Held firmly in place, I was in no position to fight my way off of him and when I kicked my legs in an effort to try, he tipped me forward and trapped one of mine beneath his. This new position spread my legs rather obscenely, and I was mortified once I realized that my wetness was on complete display.
“I want this gorgeous ass bright pink before I fuck your tight little pussy, my feisty bride,” he exclaimed purposefully and with vicious intent, he smacked my left cheek.
“Let me go!”
