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I position myself with my legs bent to the side, crossed at the ankles, as I lay all my weight on one palm. Curling my shoulders in, accentuating my collarbones, I lengthen my neck, arching it to the side, letting my hair fall over my shoulder. In full pin-up position, I page through to a particular scene.
“I find I like it when he chokes me,” I begin softly, and Lake's eyes harden on me.
It’s as if I sucked all the air out of the room with that one sentence.
“He thinks it's a control thing, as if he's the beast and I'm the prey submitting to his will. But what he doesn't realize is, I'm using it against him. I enjoy his strength. I siphon his power away from him with every moan of mine against his calloused palm.”
Lake's as still as windless water as he watches me. Pretty sure he isn’t breathing. My hand finds my neck, and I slowly trail my fingers down to my collarbone as I continue reading.
“With his tight grip on me, he stares into my passion-filled eyes. Spreading my legs with his own, he runs his swollen, hardened cock along my hot, wet slit. He knows he's losing by the way my body is open, dripping, and ready for him to submit. No part of this is his to own. It’s mine to take.”
Lake's throat bobs.
“He pushes into me with the rage of war behind his eyes. A war that's crumbling before him, loss on his horizon. I cry out, screaming in ecstasy as he fills the deepest part of me, stretching me like no one has before him, like no one after him ever will. He claims me as his into the night, fucking me ruthlessly as if tomorrow is a mirage that will never come to fruition.”
My eyes snap up to Lake's over the book. I shoot him a little smirk as I slap the book shut and drop it between us. He stares at me in complete spine-tingling silence, his lips slightly parted.
Check mate.
His eyes narrow as he closes his lips. Tightening his jaw, his nostrils flare again, and it appears the angry man I found at the door is back.
He snatches the book again. “See? Distracted. Living in fantasies. A girl like you should be focused on the opportunity at hand. Capitalizing on it. Not daydreaming of what some fictional man can do to you.”
He's a child. A delusional fucking man-child who, for some strange reason, feels as if he's not getting the attention he deserves. Why my full attention means anything to him is a question all its own. He has parades of people singing his praise. Throngs of eager women opening themself for him.
I laugh. “What's really bothering you, Lake? The fact that I enjoy my time with fictional men more than my time with you? Or is it the date with Beckham tonight that's on your mind?”
I don't have a date with Beckham tonight. But his suggestion at the game triggered me into manufacturing this little idea.
He glares in disbelief.
“Is that who you were searching for when you first came in here?” I question. “He's kinda hard to hide, being that he's sobigand all—”
“He's not that big,” Lake interrupts. “And his only interest is fucking the new toy in town, so don't get your little hopes up fantasizing about wedding bells.”
I run my tongue along my teeth, wishing I could taze him with my eyes. God, that’d be amazing. A crumpled pile of seizing Lake sounds fantastic right about now.
He shrugs with a smirk as if to say,Sorry, it's true. Going to stand, he tucks the book under his arm.
Oh, no you don't.Not this time, asshole.
I dive at him again, knowing he's unsteady on his feet, and go to steal the book out from under his arm. He stumbles as he grips the book tighter, fighting me. But I've secured my hands around it. Moving to pull it away from me, he ends up yanking me into him.
I'm enraged now, needing this confrontation with him more than I realized. I'm feeding off of it. Desperate for revenge. My tensions from the day are releasing against his fight for the smut.
We both struggle for it, but he quickly pushes forward, flipping me onto my back on the bed. He rips the book from me, and I gasp as he somehow grips both of my wrists and holds them above my head. He positions himself above me with one thigh between mine before pressing his hips into mine, pinning me to the bed beneath us. I thrash around, fighting his hold with everything I have, but it's just not enough.
I can't overpower his strength, even with a gimp leg.
“Get off of me,” I say breathlessly, my pulse throbbing in my ears.
I'm weakening with his warm, hard body sealed to mine. Intoxicating waves of heat pulsate from my core as I feel him harden beneath his sweats.
He’s hard. I’m angry, sexually frustrated, and these emotions are blending together to form this odd, maddening lust.
He stares down at me boldly, his dark brown locks hanging in a sexy mess above me, our breaths aligning.
“You fucked me up, Dylan.”
