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|Throttle Me(Men of Inked #1) by Chelle Bliss|
“It’s just so weird. You’re going to think I’m completely insane.”
He stroked my arm as I tried to cover my face. His body shifted as he moved my hand away from my eyes.
“I gotta know now. I can call Sophia and ask, or you can tell me. Give me the naughtiest thing you’ve always wanted.”
I swallowed and shut my eyes. I didn’t want to see his reaction when he heard this one. “Fine. I have this fantasy of being taken against my will.”
He didn’t gasp or scream but very calmly said, “Rape or kidnapping?”
I opened my eyes and turned to look at him. He had a grin on his face and the butterflies dancing in my stomach calmed. “Kidnap. I know it’s weird,” I mumbled.
“No, Suzette. It’s not weird at all. We all have our kinks and fantasies. Okay, so kidnap and then what?” He looked so damn eager to hear the rest, like he was hanging on my every word. How could I not share the rest?
“Do you honestly want to know?”
“I’ve read so many amazing books that deal with kidnapping and being owned by someone. I don’t really want some crazy person to kidnap me, but the books make it seem appealing and sexy as heck.”
“I’ll see what I can do to make that happen.”
“I won’t surprise you, you’ll know when it’s coming – when I’m coming for you.”
Pulling my body against his, our skin touching, his hands pressed into my back, he made me feel normal about wanting something so taboo. He smelled so good. His masculine and musky scent mixed with the smell of sex. I didn’t think I could ever get enough of him.
His hand glided up my back, on to the nape of my neck as he grabbed a fist full of hair. The feel of his calloused hands against my skin and the prick of pain on my scalp felt like electricity throughout my body. Holding my head still with his firm grip on my hair, he looked into my eyes. The brilliant blue of his almost glowed in the light and burned with passion. “As for being owned, I plan to own every inch of your body. You are mine, sugar, don’t forget that shit. I’m going to f**king ruin you.”
Why the hell did that sound so amazing? Damn trashy books altered my sense of right and wrong. I wanted him to own me – ruin me.
I was lost in thought until his lips crashed against mine. His kiss wasn’t gentle or kind, but demanding and all consuming. My body molded around him as I wrapped my leg around his waist.
“I’m going to be rough, Suzette,” he said against my lips.
I searched his eyes and could see the lust and need within. “I’m yours,” I whispered.
He grabbed my torso and flipped me on my stomach. He moved faster than I thought possible and he was behind me in a moment. He grabbed my hips and pulled my ass in the air. “Stomach down, sugar.” He pushed on the small of my back, “head too, only your ass in the air.” I buried my face in the sheets and could smell him on the fabric.
I started to hyperventilate. I had sex doggie style, but this was something different – new. His fingers raked through my wetness, stroking my clit and squeezing it lightly. A jolt coursed through my body and I cried out.
Smack. “Don’t move,” he said rubbing my ass with one hand and pinching my clit with the other. “Unless you want another swat on the ass.”
I wanted to squirm or rub against him like a cat in heat, but the sting of his last swat kept me rooted in place. His hand left my ass and I turned to look at him. His tall, muscular body stood on the bed and he stroked his cock. The metal piercing at the tip would disappear in his hand. His beautiful black hair was a mess and lay across his forehead and the light reflected off his eyes. I could stare at him for hours – he was everything my mother told me to steer clear of in life. Just looking at the man made my panties wet. I’m so screwed.
I was so exposed in this position. My ass and pu**y were on display for him. He pumped his hardness in his fist as he positioned himself behind me. I could feel the head rub through my wetness. His c**k was hard as it poked at my entrance. I closed my eyes and held my breath as I waited for him to fill me. I instantly felt the loss of his body and opened one eye to see what he was doing.
“What’s wrong?” I asked staring at him just standing there stroking the shaft as he looked at me.
“Relax, sugar. I’ll make it fan-fuckingtastic.” He rubbed my ass and I knew his words were true.
I relaxed my muscles and closed my eyes as I felt his hand on me again. The head of his dick touched my opening and I wanted him inside me. I gripped the sheets and braced myself for the impaling I was about to endure. He rested his hand on the top of my ass as he pushed himself inside. I felt stuffed and I knew he wasn’t fully seated inside. I squeezed the sheets tighter as the sensation of him became overwhelming and more intense than I’d felt before.
His body slammed into mine as he pumped in and out. His body worked like a well-oil machine and his shaft was the piston battering my insides. The tip hit parts of my body that had never been touched before and I wanted to crawl away – the fight or flight instinct started to kick in. My ass stung as the sound of his hand striking my ass filled my ears.
“Ass up, Suzette,” he growled grabbing my hips and molding my body exactly how he wanted it without going out of rhythm.
I bit my lip. I wanted to cry out. I wanted to crawl away. I didn’t know if I could take one more minute as I reached back and grabbed his ankles. I dug my nails into his skin and grounded myself. I had to fight every urge in my body to flee.