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“That’s not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?”
He doesn’t answer and there’s something about the way he holds himself that tells me he’s battling with his attraction. That he’s surprised by it, doesn’t want it. Well, that makes two of us.
“Lay back,” he commands.
“What?”
“Lay. Back!”
The noose tightens, reminding me who’s in control. I lay back.
Jakub nudges his way between my parted legs, forcing my thighs further open and my pussy lips to part. I’ve never felt more exposed, or more vulnerable in my life. This isn’t how I envisaged the first time a man would see this part of me.
It twists my guts up.
Churns my insides.
Raises my heartbeat to a thumping so loud I can barely hear anything else.
He stares, and stares andstares, feasting on me,hungry. I’ve never been looked at this way before, with interest, withlust.
Pity, yes.
Lust, never.
It tips this moment from something disturbing into something shamefully exhilarating.
For the briefest of moments I find myself luxuriating in it.
It’s wrong. Twisted. Yet, it’s happening.
“You've got a pretty cunt,” he says quietly, and there’s a hint of something in his voice that I can’t quite place. Not admiration, not that, just something. A torrid concoction of embarrassment, fear, and desire licks at my insides as he continues to stare. I force my eyes shut, my fingers curling into the bedspread as I hold on, waging a war with myself and this sudden rush of feelings that have no place here in this room with this man whom Ihate. “I could take you now. It would be so damn easy.”
“I would rather die than let you rape me,” I seethe, meaning every last word despite the way my clit throbs and my veins thrum with tumultous heat. Just because my body is betraying me, twisting me up with hormones unleashed in a moment of sheer panic and fear, doesn’t mean that I’m willing. I’m not. “So you may as well use that leash to strangle me, because I refuse to let you take the one thing that only I should have the power to give. Believe me when I say, I will fight you until my last breath.”
“What makes you think Iwantwhat you have to offer, Nothing?” he asks, the tone of his voice different, less… cold. I can’t help but look at him. When I do, I catch a glimpse of something I don’t understand passing over his face. A host of emotions that confuse me, switching our roles, likeI’mthe one holdinghimcaptive.
The noose around my neck loosens completely as he drops it to the bed and kneels on the floor between my parted legs, still staring at my pussy. It’s oddly submissive, but equally he holds all the power. I have none.
“You said you wanteverything…” I choke out, forcing courage into my voice. “You have me lying on a bed with a collar around my neck and the most private part of me on display.”
“Your most private part? This is just your body…” he says, frowning.
“It is notjustmy body. This is me. This ismine,” I reiterate.
“Ours.”
“You’re looking at me like you don’t know whether you want to hurt me or...”
“Or…?”
“Orpleasureme,” I continue, pushing past the gravel in my throat. “I don’t know what to think. What do you want from me?”
If he’s affected by my words, he doesn’t show it. Instead he rests his hands on my knees, cupping them, firm but gentle. I can feel the calluses on his palms, and I briefly wonder what kind of work he could possibly do to make them so rough. My skin erupts in goosebumps that cascade across my skin like sin in a whore house.
“I’m not like my brothers. What I want from you is far more dangerous than what my brothers need,” he grinds out, his fingers tightening over my knees, causing me to whimper and squeeze my eyes shut on him, on this room, on my body and the way it flushes beneath his touch. “Look at me, Nothing!”
