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“You scared you’ll like it?” he purred in my ear.
Goosebumps skittered across every single part of my body. I felt my breath coming more heavily and I fought to keep it steady. God, I hated him, but I wanted him more.
“Scared’s not the word I’d use,” I replied disdainfully.
In one motion, he’d turned me again, picked me up and slammed me against the wall with my legs around his waist. We were head height. His hand slowly, purposefully eased against my throat again.
“Maybe you should be,” he said, more a whisper on a forgotten wind than words.
“Admit it,” I plead.
“Admit what?” he scoffed.
I put my arms around his shoulders and tightened my legs around his waist. I leant my lips to his ear. “Admit you’ve wanted your cock in me since the day we met.” I took his ear lobe in my teeth and tugged gently.
There went another barely suppressed snarl. “So, what if I have?” he spat, pushing me back only far enough to look in my eyes.
My heart jolted in my chest and my stomach was all butterflies. Not because of some stupid teenage crush finding out he felt the same. Because someone did want me. Me. Not what my family could offer them. Not because they were supposed to. I was wantable. Desirable. Lustable. Even if it was a guy who hated me.
I curled a piece of his hair around my finger. “Then do it,” I challenged.
He dropped me as though he was shocked, but his arms were there almost absent-mindedly to steady me as I got my feet under me again. “What?”
I nodded and slid away from him. “I get it,” I said as I started to walk away. “The big, bad wolf is all bark and no bite.”
My laugh was cut off as he scooped me into his arms and placed me on the pool table like I weighed nothing. He settled between my legs like he’d been born to be there. He looked me over and there was something in his eyes. Anger. Denial. But blazing, white-hot, was a burning desire I’d never seen in them before. What I’d seen up until now as want was nothing compared to this...this brazen need.
He pushed his hands up my legs, pushing my skirt out of the way as he went. When he got to the sides of my panties, he grabbed them in one hand and pulled hard. His other arm wrapped around me, and his body was there to stop me falling off the side of the pool table. But the manoeuvre had done its job. I was no longer sitting on my panties.
Valen’s eyes were pinned to mine as he pulled them off me, only ever getting as far away from me as necessary, and discarded them I didn’t care where. He undid his trousers with one hand as his other stroked my clit with his thumb.
I breathed deep and even, trying to still the butterflies and the nerves on the edges of their seats. It was difficult with the rising pleasure emanating from my clit as he circled lazily. But as I looked into his eyes, I saw he was breathing just as deep as me. Just as even as me. Just as forced as me.
He took a step towards me and pulled me roughly to the very edge of the pool table.
“I’m going to fuck you, Harlow,” he promised as his thumb flicked my clit faster. “I’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name. I’m going to make you cum so hard, the only name you’ll remember is mine. Understood?”
I nodded. “Understood.”
He plunged into me in one quick swift motion and I cried out, clinging to his back and burying my face in his shoulder against the shock and the sudden pain. Then he paused.
“It’ll pass,” he whispered softly. “Breathe and relax.”
I took a deep breath, then another, and another. Slowly, I relaxed around him and the throbbing was less painful and more enticing. He didn’t move again until I’d pulled away to look at him.
As he drew back, he coaxed my knee higher around his hip and the discomfort eased even more.
“Fuck,” Valen groaned, thrusting slowly and steadily.
He palmed my breast as he dropped his forehead to mine. He held me to him like he was clinging to a life raft. I looked up and our eyes met. Something passed between us as he drove into me. There was hate – so much hate between us – but something else as well. Fire. Desire. Crackling attraction that threatened to overwhelm me until I really did forget my own name.
He felt...amazing now the worst of the aching discomfort had subsided. Far better than my wildest dreams. Far better than I could ever hope to expect from Apollo. And far better than even eight inches of perfectly moulded silicon.
As my breath caught, a moan escaped me. I could see the victory in his eyes.
“Does the good little princess like that?” he asked, his voice husky.
I nodded as I bit my lip. His eyes followed the movement. He groaned in satisfaction as he pulled me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around him, my face burying in his shoulder for a very different reason this time as I moaned loudly against him. The way his body muffled my cries made me bolder, louder.
