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He blows out a long sigh before his shoulders drop, and I know I’ve won. “I’m tying you to me.”
“Fine. Whatever you want. Just don’t leave me alone.”
He groans, but that doesn’t stop him from untying one of the ropes attached to the bedframe and using it to bind our ankles together. There’s enough room to turn over if I need to, but not enough to get my foot free.
“Now, try to relax.” He sounds like I’m putting him through torture as he lies down, spooning me. Slowly, he wraps an arm around my waist. I can’t help wishing I could relax and actually enjoy his nearness and warmth. No, my thoughts are racing a million miles an hour instead.
Because he’s still poking me with that thing. He still wants me, no matter how he fights against it. I might be able to get what I need.
The worst thing I can imagine is losing my virginity to a repulsive stranger. I’ve been through a lot, more than I could have imagined when Mom was alive. But I can’t let that happen. I can’t have my only experience be with some pervert who has to pay for it.
“Stop it,” Elijah grunts when I wiggle my ass against him.
“Sorry. I didn’t know I was doing anything. I’m only trying to get comfortable.”
His grunt tells me he doesn’t believe a word of it. “Now, stay still. Don’t make me regret doing this.”
“I won’t.” But even as I say it, I stretch a little, arching my back, driving my ass against him again while groaning softly.
“I said stop.”
“I’m sorry! What do you want me to do? I had to stretch.”
“No. You’re trying to change my mind. Well, you’re not going to. Rebecca knows you’re a virgin. If you’re not a virgin after tonight, she’ll know it was me. I can’t do that.”
The erection probing my ass cheeks says otherwise.
“I only want to be with you,” I whisper, twisting my head around to look into his troubled eyes. “I know I’m not making it easy. But having you here with me like this… it’s the closest to normal I’ve felt since I got here. And kissing you felt real. I just want something that feels real.”
“But we can’t.” There’s not so much conviction in his voice anymore, though. He’s getting weaker with every second.
“Yes, we can. It’s just you and me.”
I let my hand run up the arm draped over me, finally stopping at his shoulder. “Please. Touch me. Let me have this.”
The way he growls is almost enough to make my hair stand on end. “You know what?” To my surprise, he sits up abruptly and unties the knot at my ankle. “You want me so much? Prove it. Prove this isn’t just a way for you to get me all twisted up.”
“What do you want me to do?” I sit up, puzzled, feeling a little guilty that he resents me so much. But there’s no room for that now. I need to think about tomorrow and what happens after the so-called delivery.
“Stand up. Take off your dress. Show me how much you want me.”
I should be repulsed by the idea. By the way he says it, so cold and resentful.
I’m anything but. The heat that was already stirring between my thighs explodes into something strong enough to make me tremble. I can’t pretend something about this doesn’t excite me. Having his eyes on me as I stand up and turn to face him.
He inhales sharply when I lift the dress over my head and toss it on the foot of the bed quickly because, otherwise, I’ll lose my nerve. Reflex makes me fold an arm over my boobs and cover my mound with the other hand. I bite my lip, staring at the floor.
“Show yourself to me.” When I flinch, he growls. “Leona. Show me how much you want me.”
I don’t know if I hate this or if it’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened to anyone, anywhere. Wetness fills my slit, and my nipples go hard as bullets when I force myself to look him in the eye before letting my hands fall to my sides.
He breathes deeply, taking me in with hungry eyes that have gone almost black. “Touch yourself.” The bulge in his pants twitches when he says it. Something about that makes me groan helplessly. He wants me that much. He’s helpless, the way I am.
It’s his bulge I watch while I cup my pussy and drag my middle finger through my wetness. The first touch of what’s already hot and swollen makes me shiver—then gasp when my finger makes contact with the throbbing bundle of nerves threatening to kill me if there’s no relief.
“Lie down.” He makes room for me, his eyes never leaving my body as I stretch out across the bed again. “Show me your pussy. Touch yourself. Make yourself feel good.”
I can’t believe I’m doing this, but then everything happening is unbelievable. All I can do is hold on to the pleasure now making my breath come quick, and my body hum. There’s something so dirty about this, so wrong, but I don’t want to stop. And I want to see how far I can go.
