Page 20 of Dangerous Games of Trust
His dark eyes bore right through me.
My heart races wildly. I’m a mouse caught by the big bad cat, and there is nothing I can do about it.
“We both know it’s what you need, Red.” His words send chills through my entire body. “You want me, I can smell how aroused you are. The idea of me watching you has your panties all wet, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”
“Fuck you,” I spit back at him.
His lips curl up at the sides. He wants to fight. It fucking turns him on. I can feel how rock hard his cock is pressing into me. Part of me wonders if this was all some elaborate set-up. He knew I was on my way into his office, he would have been watching me on the surveillance he has set up. I bet he was watching a past recording he wanted me to see because he knew it would spark a fight.
Hungrily, he flicks out his tongue, plunging it between my open lips, kissing me deeply and oh, so roughly. Igniting a flame within me that spreads right to my lady parts. This man. This man is the fucking devil himself. But like the greedy little thing I am for him, I rock my hips into him, wanting his messed-up kind of love.
My tank top is gone in seconds, with his calloused hands running over my breasts, plucking at my nipples. His rough touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. I press my body into his hands, wanting more. He nips and bites his way down my chest till he finds one of my nipples, his warm mouth closing over it before he tugs and sucks. He rolls my other nipple between his fingers, toying with me in the most delicious way. I press my chest into him, not shying away from his destructive touch. I want to feel every little sensation he treats me to.
Needing to feel him just as much, my fingers run through his short spiky hair. I dig my nails into the base of his skull. He unseals his lips from me, his eyes settling on mine. “It doesn’tmatter how well you pleasure my body, I’ll still hate you,” I torment him.
“Lucky I don’t give a shit what you think of me, Red. And this isn’t about pleasuring you, it’s me taking what I want from you. You have tortured me for too long, and now it’s time I get a little revenge.” He smiles wickedly as he says the words that should scare the hell out of me. But they don’t. I’m not scared of him, even though I know he could hurt me, and there would be no one here to save me tonight.
I shove him back, but all it does is irritate him more. His hands fling to my wrists, pinning them above my head with just one hand. “Geovani,” I warn him.
But he doesn’t care. With his free hand he takes my tank top, using it to bind them together, while I try desperately to wiggle free. But it’s no use, he’s far too strong for me. He grins down at his handywork when he’s done.
He traces a finger down my body from my neck to where my boxer shorts sit, sending a flood of heat right through me. My body quivers it’s so desperate to be taken by him, even though I know sleeping with him again is a terrible idea.
“A man can only take so much, Red. Seeing your perfect body day after day, watching you dress, sleep, the way you sing in the shower, the way you flirt to get yourself out of trouble. You’re fucking adorable.”
His lips dip to mine, but I pull away from his kiss. This is crazy, he’s a fucking stalker! My body begs me to stay and play, but my heart and head tell me to get the fuck out of here. Tonight, he’s shown me exactly who he is, and I don’t need to stay and see any more.
His glare intensifies, not liking my rejection.
I pant, trying to get my ragged breaths and fluttering heart under control. He’s so beautiful like this. Dark, intimidating, and sexy as sin. There really is something fucked up in my head thatI’m into this. But he’s right, my panties are drenched. I want him to fuck me into submission. I want him to take control of my body and make me feel owned by him.
“Trust, sweetheart, this game between you and me is all about trust. You’re adorable, but you’re reckless, and if you don’t start listening to me and doing what I tell you to keep you safe, you will get yourself or someone you care about killed. You can’t disappear. Stop entertaining the thought.”
“So, you were snooping on my conversation with my brother.” I huff, trying again to shove him off me. I can’t have this conversation with him like this, with me half naked and his solid body pressing up against me. I need a sound mind to come up against him, and right now it’s all foggy up there.
He tilts his head to the side, giving me a look like I should have known better. I did, but I was also desperate. “Everything I do is for you. I will keep you safe, you have my word, but you need to trust me to take care of you. Stop fighting me.”
“Trust goes both ways. You need to trust me, because if you keep things from me, I can’t trust you. If you want me to stop pushing back, you need to trust me as well.” I stare back at him, waiting for him to respond.
His lips lower again, and this time I let him kiss me.
My eyes flutter shut as I kiss him back, letting his tongue invade my mouth and take control. Part of me wants to give in to him. I’m scared, and knowing he will be my strength when I don’t have it makes me feel a little safer. But trust won’t come easy, not when he spent so long lying to me. After kissing me with so much desperation, he makes my toes curl.
He pulls back, his teeth digging into my lower lip as a sinister grin twinkles in his eyes. He knows he’s winning me over. “Are you ready to give in to me?”
I shake my head. “I don’t trust you,” I whimper, trying to find my voice.
He reaches between my legs, slipping under my boxer shorts and feeling me there. “Your body trusts me. You’re soaking wet, ready to open up to me.”
A low moan escapes me, accompanied by a whimper. “My body betrays me. She’s needy and weak.”
“She’s smart.” He plunges two thick fingers deep inside of me in one quick move, his eyes lighting up with heady desire.
I gasp out a cry, dropping eye contact with him. He’s too intense, and I can’t keep up this war of wills, not with his fingers buried deep inside me.
“Look at me, Red. Keep your eyes on mine, I want to see you fall apart as I finger-fuck you.”
I won’t look at him, I can’t give him the satisfaction.
