Page 8 of Brutal Sin
Chapter Three
Pamela closed her eyes,sinking into the thrill of the tight grip around her throat. She hadn’t had this—the commanding presence, the compelling dominance—in a long time. It filled her with relief, along with other sensations she was truly thankful for. Even if this man did fail to bring her to climax, he’d do it with the slightest achievement.
“Tell me what you like,” he whispered.
She stiffened, the hard punch of disappointment hitting her without warning. So much for slight achievements. With the opening of her eyes she was back to square one, not willing to draw a roadmap.
“Forget it.” She shoved at his chest, her hands colliding with unyielding muscle.
He laughed, the humor brightening his harsh features. She didn’t care if he could pull off his tailored suit like a GQ model, or that his chin-length hair made her itch to run her fingers through it. Hell, she even craved the rough grate of his close-cropped beard against her breasts… But he was ajerk.
A goddamn asshole.
“Move.”
He continued to chuckle, the sound fraying her sensitive nerves as she shoved him again. His hands fell, his palms snatching her wrists tight and yanking her into his chest.
“You’re touchy,” he growled. “All this spite over a rhetorical question.”
“It wasn’t rhetorical.” She tugged in vain to free her wrists.
“Wasn’t it? Didn’t I just tell you I can read you like a book?” He flashed his teeth.
It wasn’t a nice smile. It was vicious. Nasty. And God help her, it made her chest constrict for all the right reasons. Or maybe they were the wrong reasons.
So very, very wrong.
She didn’t want to swoon over a guy who could laugh in her face with undiluted smugness. She shouldn’t swoon over a guy like that. Shouldshe?
“If I were a smart man, I’d pose opportunities for you to show me exactly what you want without asking. Wouldn’tI?”
She shook her head in denial. “You’re messing with me, and I don’t appreciateit.”
“Yeah, you do. You’re looking for a fight.” His fingers pressed into her wrists, his power holding her captive in more ways than one. “That’s what you like, isn’t it?” His gaze searched hers, back and forth, back and forth, each swipe reading things she didn’t want to admit. “Don’t tell me other men failed to get such an easy reaction out of you. You’re practically shoving what you want in myface.”
“Stop it.” He was right. So right it hurt. She wasn’t usually like this. The need to spar was an anomaly he’d picked up on with flawless precision.
His strong hands turned her around to hitch one arm behind her back, the other forward between her breasts. He pinned her against him, his heated breath brushing herneck.
“I’m only going to say this once,” he spoke harshly in her ear. “I don’t do safe words. If you want to stop, all you have to do is repeat what you just said and I’m gone. I won’t stand here while you kid yourself about your dirty little perversions. If you want me to make you come, you need to ownit.”
She whimpered. Lucas never made her admit the naughty things running through her mind. He never demanded that of her. To him it was roleplay, a fantasy, while this man made it reality. Being forced to vocalize her desire was torture—punishment of the most deliciouskind.
“Tell me you want this.” He nuzzled her neck. “Admit you’re deliberately pushing because you want me to fightback.”
Her heart pounded in her throat. Breathing became an arduous challenge. Her body reacted to him like paper to a flame. She was scorched. Burning. Her edges singed from his affects.
She fought against him, ashamed and achingly aroused as she tried to wrestle her wrists from hisgrip.
“Good girl.” The arrogance tainting his voice made her pussy clench. “I love being right. It makes my dick hard.” He proved his point by grinding his cock against herass.
His large, erectcock.
Damn him. The last thing this accomplished man needed was the asset to back up hisego.
“You’re an asshole.” She bucked her hips, and his grip tightened to the point of heavenlypain.
“I’m also better than you. At this, I’ll always be better than you.” He nudged her forward, leading her to the lockers. “Put your palms on the metal.”
