The Wild Side (The Wild Side #1)(29)
Author: R.K. Lilley

“And just what do you imagine my too young self wants from you, Dair?  I want you to spell it out for me.  What do you think this is?”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I really didn’t want to answer that question, but her derisive tone was getting to me, and my temper still boiled, just under the surface.

I waved my arm around, indicating the house.  “Since I’m not an idiot, I’ll go ahead and pick the most obvious answer here.  I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have followed me home if I was broke.  You saw a rich guy at the gym who wanted you, and you decided to rock his world.”

“So I just, what, decided you looked wealthy and went after you for no other reason than that?”

“I can only assume.  What else could it have been?”

“And how did I know you were rich?”

“You tell me.  Don’t fortune hunters have ways of knowing?”

She threw me a look like she was throwing a punch, those stunning sea eyes glinting at me.

It felt like a blow to the stomach, all the air leaving me.

“Oh, you think I’m a fortune hunter, do you?  So you think I’m trading my body for your money?  That’s what you think?  I must be pretty great at it, since I’ve gotten all of nothing from you, and you’ve used my body every way you or I could conceive of.”

“Well, you have gotten to stay in this nice big house,” I pointed out, instantly regretting it by the way it made her hand tremble as it pointed at me.

“You’ve never even bought me flowers, Dair, and somehow you think I’ve been f**king you for a payout?  You know what?  Fuck you.  I’m leaving, and I won’t be back to this nice big house of yours.”

I couldn’t take it.

She was one foot out the door when I grabbed her, literally picked her up, and carried her back to the stairs.

She didn’t fight me so much as go limp, not holding on, not pushing away.

It was worse than struggling.

I lost it.

I set her down on the third step and fell on her, wrenching her legs open, forcing my mouth on hers as I pressed my full body against her.

“I’m sorry,” I told her with a groan.  I was.  I wished I could take every harsh word back, though I was still furious, it was mostly directed at myself, for saying those things, and for feeling all of this for a woman I couldn’t begin to read or predict, let alone control.  “I didn’t mean it.  I was worried about you.  I lost my temper.”

She didn’t respond, but her lips seemed to give against mine, going from lifeless to soft and trembling.

“Forgive me?” I asked.

She gave me no reaction at all.

“Forgive me!” I demanded.

She didn’t speak, but her arms went around my neck, giving her assent to my increasingly urgent touch.

“I need you,” I said fervently.  “I don’t know why, but I need you, do you understand?”

She moaned into my mouth, stretching her legs wider apart.

Her tiny white excuse for a dress was no deterrent at all.  It was already up around her hips.  She wasn’t wearing panties.  I had myself out and against her in a flash, hard and shoving into her entrance.

She wasn’t as wet as I was used to, but she wasn’t exactly dry either, and I kept pushing, watching my progress, my jaw clenched so hard it hurt.

Each inch that disappeared inside of her was excruciating in its slowness and so captivating that it was permanently burning itself into my brain even as it happened, infinitely better than the stuff of fantasies.

I was halfway buried when I looked up at her face.  Her eyes were shut tight, as though in a grimace.  She was biting her lip hard.

That didn’t stop me.

She was no longer clutching my shoulders, instead bracing herself back on the stairs with her elbows, her succulent br**sts arched up, braless and straining against the neckline of her dress.  Her ni**les were hard and trembled with her every breath.

My hands went from her h*ps the small buttons on her dress.  They ran from her neckline and stopped right at her waist.  I ripped them open down to her pelvis, nearly splitting the dress in half.

I bent down, contorting my body to invade her while I sucked one aching tip into my mouth, ramming hard, every inch of me dragging hard against her, even rushed.

I pulled out with a growl and thrust back in savagely.  Then again.  And again.

Every movement eased slightly more than the last.  Even at my roughest, her body was accepting me, though how the rest of her felt about it, I couldn’t have said.  She was impossible for me to read with her eyes clenched shut, even if her body was wide open.

I rutted in her for long minutes, jarring her against the steps, making loud animal noises, growls and grunts that were somehow less impactful than the soft gasps that would escape from her throat occasionally.

My orgasm caught me by surprise.  I hadn’t been ready for it, and I could tell that she was not even close to coming with me.

I bit her nipple as I emptied deep inside of her, jerking and thrusting against her even past my own end.  I was a beast today, all of the things that had brought out that part of me too complicated and numerous for me to contemplate just then.

I brought my mouth up to hers, sucking her abused lip away from her teeth to force a deep kiss.  Her mouth was soft and trembling, but otherwise unresponsive.

I pulled back, hoping she would open her eyes.  She did not.

“Wrap your legs around my waist, and hold onto my shoulders,” I ordered, my voice gruff.

I couldn’t stand her like this and couldn’t tear myself away.

She obeyed, her head falling against me, eyes still shut.

I carried her up to my bed, not letting her shift even an inch away, my cock, at rest, still inside of her.

I lay on top of her, mouth against her ear, nestling into every part of her while keeping my body tense, holding my own weight and still managing to crush her.

“Did I hurt you?” I finally asked, the question tearing itself out of me, because I did not want the answer.

Her only response was one loud, trembling gasp.

I started touching her, and though her body was responsive, it was not enough, not what I was used to from her.

She wasn’t herself, or not the her that I had known.

She had withdrawn from me.

I pulled out, moving down her body, determined to get what I needed from her, which was not my own pleasure.  Not anymore.  I needed hers.