I released my grip and turned away, accepting his coldness without insult. He’d never been an affectionate man, and he wouldn’t start now. All he wanted from me was sex and obedience. Since I couldn’t provide either, I was worthless to him.
His hand grabbed my arm, and he yanked me back into him. One hand slid into my hair, while the other gripped the small of my back, squeezing the fabric in his fingertips so it rose up my thighs. Before I could process what was happening, his mouth was on mine. He kissed me just the way he had last night, like no time had passed at all. We picked up where we left off, our tongues sliding together as we exchanged breaths. His hand gently yanked on my hair, controlling the tilt of my head the way he controlled the arch in my back. His full lips moved with mine, opening, closing, filling me with his masculine energy.
My hands glided up his shirt and explored my favorite part of his body. My fingers played with the grooves of his abs, brushing against warm concrete before I stroked them up his chest, feeling the hard planes of strength. His skin was so warm to the touch, his muscles so hard. I’d never touched a stronger man. He made my former lovers seem soft by comparison.
He suddenly pulled away, ending the kiss and taking his affection with him.
“No…” I abandoned my pride and moved into him again, my nails clawing into his skin so he couldn’t get away. My mouth claimed his as he’d claimed mine just seconds ago. “Come on…please.” I didn’t realize how much I wanted this man until I couldn’t have him, until I’d had a taste. Watching him fuck that woman in his bed made me want to be fucked just as hard. I was so lonely in this castle, in this empty world. The only somewhat meaningful relationship I had was with my husband…so I wanted him between my legs. I wanted him to chase away the loneliness, to make me feel safe.
He pulled away again, an arrogant grin on that handsome face. He pushed the door closed without taking his eyes off me. “Just wanted to get the door.”
“Oh…” Embarrassment flooded through me when I realized how much I’d just begged this man to stay with me. It was instinct…whispering the word please. He’d hung me out to dry last night, and I couldn’t go through it again, not when I already knew how extraordinary the sex would be.
He came back to me and brought his lips close to mine. “Looks like I’ve punished you enough.” His hand returned to my hair, and he kissed me again, dominating the embrace by taking the lead. As he backed me up to the bed, he lifted my dress up my thighs until it was bunched around my waist. His fingers slid over my bare ass and hooked around my thong, playing with it as he kissed me while still holding a handful of hair.
I’d never wanted a man more in my life.
My fingers found the hem of his shirt, and they trembled as I pulled the material over his head. Now I knew this would really happen, that he wouldn’t pull away and leave me hanging again. His punishment taught me how much I wanted him, that I shouldn’t throw away another opportunity. I didn’t know what this meant for us, but it didn’t seem to matter. Whether this was a one-time thing or the beginning of an unspoken relationship, it didn’t matter. There was no way I could live under his roof for the rest of my life without giving in once in a while. Besides, tonight could be his last night on this earth. If it didn’t happen now, it might never happen.
My fingers got his jeans loose, and I pushed them down until they fell around his ankles.
He gripped the material of my dress and pulled it over my head, revealing my figure in just my black bra and matching thong. Wrapping his fingers inside my thong again, he looked down at me, appreciating my curves and making me feel sexy with just a glance of that dark gaze. His other hand traveled down until he found the clasp of my bra. With a snap of his fingers, he got it open…and let it drop to the floor.
I wanted to stare at his perfect figure as he stood in his boxers, but I was too entranced by the expression on his face. He looked at me like he’d never wanted a woman more, like he didn’t know what part of my body he liked the most. He stared at my tits like he’d never seen a woman naked before. His large palm cupped the left one, and he gave it a manly squeeze before his eyes lifted to meet mine. “Damn.” That was all he said—and that was all he needed to say.