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“Talk to me like that again bambola and I will gladly slam you against the wall and fuck you senseless,” his low, raspy voice sent a shiver down my spine in the most pleasurable way and I squeezed my thighs together tightly. My heart sank as I realised how much I wanted that to happen. It annoyed me that I found him so attractive. No, it was more than that. He was everything I should be running from. Controlling, demanding, sex-obsessed and dangerous. Yet, the way he made me feel so alive with just his words was slowly killing me and my body was dying to know what those hands could do to me. I had to admit it. I wanted him or at least his body.
My face must have given away my provocative thoughts as he groaned loudly and charged at me, pulling my body into his. I couldn’t miss the feel of his cock, rock hard, against my lower stomach. My breasts were smashed into his chest in his tight black shirt and I could feel the tingle of my nipples hardening under the thin fabric of my cami. His gaze burned into mine with so much intensity, I soon forgot why I was mad. He licked his lips. For some reason, I found that simple gesture both sexy and menacing. Anticipating what he was going to do next, all I could do was stare.
“I want to kiss you so badly Olivia. From the moment I picked up your little lace thong off the floor, you have consumed my mind. I think about you constantly.”
His words had my stomach flip and, as Gigi so eloquently put it, fanny flutter. My eyes travelled down to his lips that were so inviting yet forbidden. Kiss me. Please.
“But I won’t kiss you.” My eyes flickered up to his, which were blazing with raw desire and control. “Not until you admit that you want me too,” a slight curve on his lips reminded me of who I was dealing with.
That irritation that always brews inside me whenever he is near bubbled up to the surface. Of course he had to ruin it. I would have let him kiss me. I would have let him do anything to me but he had to go and ruin it. Well, who is the fool now?
Pushing his chest hard, I growled when he didn’t budge but kept his hands firmly on my hips, holding me in place against him. “I will never admit it! You are the most cocky, egotistical player and you think far too highly of yourself! You have no effect on me!”
His eyes flashed with amusement and he squared one eyebrow up in response. “Is that so? So, your panties are not soaked through with your arousal for me?”
A wicked grin played on my lips as I realised he had walked right into that one. “I’m not wearing any panties.”
His eyes darkened a few shades of brown and that danger was back in full force. “Don’t test me, Olivia, or I will snap.”
I held his gaze with determination. Challenging him to do his worst. My eyes widened when I felt his fingers run down my thigh lightly, before tracing them back up my inner thigh until he reached the frilly seam of my shorts. “So, this doesn’t affect you?” He husked out, lowering his head a few inches so it was in my personal space. All of him was in my personal space and I was struggling to breathe.
“No,” I said more confidently than I felt. My heart was pounding and my skin was tingling from his touch.
“So, this doesn’t affect you...” he lowered his head in the crook of my neck and kissed my throat so tenderly as his fingers continued to run up and down the inside of my thigh.
My eyes fluttered closed as I felt his hot breath and lips on my skin and I fought the urge to release a moan. “Not one little bit,” I barely managed to choke out and felt him smile into my neck.
He brushed his lips up my throat until he reached my ear and whispered, “Let’s see, shall we?” I felt his fingers climb up the loose short leg and he slid his fingers inward, sliding them over me. I gasped loudly and grabbed his huge shoulders.
“Liar,” he growled as he parted my folds and slipped a finger inside me before removing it quickly. My core ached with need and I wanted to scream for him to touch me again. Just like that. “Shall I stop?” His husky voice was against my neck again as he placed small kisses down it.
I didn’t answer as his fingers brushed against my clit and caused me to shudder against him. “Tell me Olivia. Do you want me to stop?”
His fingers left my core and I whimpered, “No.”
I hated him. I hated him for making me want this so badly. For making me want him. Within seconds, he had pushed me against the wall of his bedroom and his fingers were working their way inside me while his thumb circled my clit. My legs began to shake under the sheer pleasure he was causing to erupt through my body and I gripped his shoulders tighter. “Fuck you are so tight, bambola.”
Just hearing those words had me moaning loudly as he upped his pace. He pulled his head back from my neck and the look of intense arousal on his own face had my orgasm building at an insane speed. This would be the quickest I have ever come! His hooded eyes and parted lips stared down at me as he pleasured me with his fingers. “Come for me Olivia. I want to see you.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and let the feeling take hold of me. Crying out and panting heavily as the bubble burst and my body melted against his. I lowered my head against his chest as I tried to get my breathing under control. Oh my fucking god, what did I just do? I just gave in to him.
He pulled his fingers out from me and I looked up as he raised them to his mouth and sucked them clean. My eyes widened at his crude action and I felt my cheeks flame. “Oh my god! That is gross!” I stepped away from him as laughter danced behind his eyes.
“Not gross, baby. Delicious.” My eyes narrowed and I folded my arms across my chest. “I bet you are glad you didn’t go on your date now. He would never be able to make you come like I can.”
Anger erupted like a volcano inside me at his words and the smug grin plastered on his face. “You are such a dick! I hate you!” I screamed, turning on my heels and racing for the door, but he beat me to it, slamming it shut again. I glared up at him as his face turned thunderous.
“Why?” He snarled. “Why do you hate me?”
Stepping back from him to give myself some distance, I stared up into those dark eyes. “Are you controlling?”
His face contorted with confusion and his shoulders tensed at my question, but I knew he would answer honestly. “Yes.”
“Are you possessive?”
“Yes.”
“Are you... dangerous?” I hesitated. This was the one I really dreaded the answer to. Over the last week, the alarm bells have been ringing in my head over and over. That he is a bad man. That he has done bad things. But then he pulls me back in with his charm and seduction and I convince myself it is just because of my past that I feel like this. That I am pushing him away because of gut feelings rather than facts.
