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Damn it! How could he be so charming?
He dared come even closer, lifting his arm as if he was going to stroke the side of my face. I purposely took a step away, trying to avoid making additional eye contact. He rattled me more than I wanted to admit even to myself.
“Have a good day, Mr. Thibodeaux. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m working. Some of us prefer to make our own way, not living on our parents’ money. Some of us enjoy the simple things, including working hard to be able to enjoy our days off. It’s not always about fine wines and five-hundred-dollar bottles of champagne. While I would love to visit some of the exotic cities you have, ones that I’m positive you take for granted, I’d be perfectly happy taking a walk around campus or going to a park with an aging paperback in my hand, enjoying a glass of lemonade in the hot sun. I’m certain you wouldn’t enjoy a single aspect of what I call life and that’s a real shame. You’re missing out on so many precious moments. Maybe you should try it sometime.”
The glare in his eyes remained but the amusement I’d seen the night I’d met him had returned. “I might surprise you, Ms. Cartier.”
“No, Mr. Thibodeaux, no one surprises me any longer.”
I somehow managed to turn around, taking long and purposeful strides toward the back. I didn’t make it very far before being pulled into the small corridor leading to the bathroom, shoved against the wall. With one hand wrapped around my throat, the other palming the wall, Arman hovered over me, his scent so intoxicating I couldn’t breathe.
“God, I want you, Raven. And I will take and taste everything that rightfully belongs to me.”
The second I reacted, almost managing to slap him across the face, he caught my hand. I expected a rush of blinding pain as he snapped my wrist for my terrible insolence. But instead, he intertwined our fingers, clamping our hands together as if we were no longer strangers, lovers in every sense of the word.
Even as his hold on my throat tightened, my longing for his touch and the feel of his lips against mine was too much to withstand. I did something I knew I’d regret. I rose onto my toes, capturing his mouth. The heat had built to an explosive level, the hunger burning so intently that I couldn’t care less about all the promises I’d made to myself, doing what I could to forget about him.
He was the air I needed to breathe, the only food that would satiate me, and the single person who’d managed to awaken such excitement that I was left breathless, in agony when I wasn’t with him. His touch seared my skin, the taste of him filling my empty senses, driving me to the point of madness. I fell into the sweet release where everything else was blocked out. There was only our rapid hearts beating. Only the corrosive toxins jetting through our systems.
As he took full control of my mouth as well as my needs, I arched my back, surrendering the smallest part of myself to him, the deep intensity of exploration all I could think about. The kiss was ripped through with passion, the deep ache between my legs turning into a full throbbing. I was as wet and hot as he was hard, incapable of deciphering between right and wrong.
As he swept his tongue from one side of my mouth to the other, I moaned into the kiss, the sound captured immediately. The crush of his body wasn’t enough. I needed to be writhing under him as he plunged his cock deep inside my pussy. I tore at his clothes, shifting my hips back and forth to grasp the full feel of his thick cock pressing into me. The urgency was so abrupt and so powerful that I was no longer the girl from before, turning into some wanton vixen with desperate needs.
He refused to allow me any room, his needs as strong as mine. I didn’t object when he pulled me into the small women’s bathroom, not bothering to take the time to lock the door. We were both crazed with need, so much so I immediately reached for his belt, ignoring all the reasons why I should push him away.
My frantic need wasn’t lost on him. He tugged at the apron, immediately untying it and yanking it over my head. He was breathless, the lust in his eyes threatening to consume me. As he tugged at my button and zipper, I finally managed to unfasten his belt buckle, laughing nervously as I unzipped his trousers. The moment I was able to wrap my fingers around his shaft, I issued a strangled moan. We were on fire, so much so I knew this moment would burn hot enough to cause permanent scars, but I didn’t care.
He’d become the drug I didn’t want to live without, the man I’d dreamt of far too often. The beast I should stay away from. Oh, God. What was I doing with him, with this monster who was made of brawn and brutality?
He wrangled my jeans past my knees, sliding his hand between my thighs and massaging my wetness. I was soaked, the scent of my hunger wafting between us.
“Oh, yes. Touch me. Fuck me,” I moaned, gyrating my hips. My eyes were glassy, the fog surrounding them not enough to block out the possessiveness in his eyes. There was no going back, no erasing the past between us. There was only this moment and the future he had planned for us. I was fearful but excited.
When he drove a single finger around the lace, flicking the tip back and forth across my clit, I lolled my head, gasping for air. I stroked his cock, squeezing and twisting my hand, adding pressure and friction.
“That’s it, Raven. Hurt me. Take from me what you want. What you need. I want you to hunger for me always, to feel a desperate desire burning inside of you that only I can satisfy. I will be your only lover, the man who’ll bring you to new heights of pleasure always. Always.”
“I do want you. It’s twisted and sick and I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Don’t think, my sweet princess. Just feel and experience. Take what you need. Be free like you seem to want so badly.”
I wasn’t certain if he was giving me permission or fueling the fire unfurrowing from deep within. Either way, I couldn’t think or breathe, the need so overwhelming.
“Never forget I own you, princess. You are mine. All mine.” His heated breath skipped across my face as he ripped down my panties, immediately driving his fingers into my pussy.
Gasping, I threw my head back, stars floating in front of my eyes. “Yes. Yes. More.”
He continued thrusting them savagely, the force pushing me onto my toes. “Soon, I’m going to hold you down and fuck your mouth, driving the tip of my cock against the back of your throat. Then I’ll push you to your knees, taking you from behind, fucking that sweet pussy until you cry out my name. Do it for me, Raven. Do it.”
There was no getting away from the man, no escaping the mental and emotional hold he had on me. “Arman. Oh, God, Arman.”
“That’s it. My very good girl.” He flexed his fingers open, pumping wildly, pushing me to the point of no return. “Come for me. Soak my fingers.”
I could no longer feel my legs, was uncertain I wasn’t in a daze of some kind, drugged out of my mind. As I dragged my tongue across my lips, I tasted his, so sweet and enticing. I wanted more.
“I can’t wait to fuck your sweet asshole, using you until you beg me to stop.”
“I’ll never… beg you to… stop.”
