Page 65 of Under Fire

“You’ve been teasing me all night.”

Releasing his hand from her mouth, he forced his lips onto hers, darting his tongue out to lap up her taste. She moaned under his touch, knowing that he was giving her a taste of that fantasy she’d told him about—the one where he made it feel a little dangerous, a little rough…

“You don’t think there will be consequences for your actions?”

Silent, she inhaled as he pressed his mouth harder against hers. Just like her, he tasted like tequila and pleasure.

“This is what you get, now,” he said.

So damn turned on by his authority, she melted a little in his grip, pliable to his commands.

“I’m going to show you how I like to fuck,” he snarled, meaner than before, his lips curling in a grin as he kissed his way up her jaw.

Her eyes rolling back, she moaned as he kissed her harder and faster—the exact way she wanted his cock rocking inside her. She fumbled at his belt, desperately trying to rip open his pants, knowing her soreness from the night before would only bring her closer to climax faster.

But Mr. Perfect tore her hands away, always in charge, holding her wrists so damn tight that it shot pain up her arms. He was so fucking Dominant. Dear God, he knew what she liked already so well.

“Tell me to stop,” he ordered as he moved his hands up the slit of her dress, finding bare thighs. He wasted no time in pushing aside her lacy panties to find the wet pussy that welcomed him.

“Stop,please,” she pleaded, pretending to push his hand away from her crotch.

It was a role-playing game she’d never felt safe enough to enjoy with anyone else. But, with him…? He was about to enjoy all her bad acting.

“Safeword, again? I love hearing that word come off your lips.” He pushed at her.

“Never.”

“Say it.”

“No.”

His grin widened as he kissed her harder than before, growling with outright savagery. Hearing his insatiable grunts nearly drove her over the edge. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted to see him unleashed. The heat up his throat hit his face, a deep, angry roar escaping his lips. Whatever fucking nice guy he was before, she could see that now all that pent-up anger from the day was rushing over him.

“You going to give it up?” He snarled into her ear, his fist intertwining in her hair, pulling it back until she yelped.

“Maybe.”

“This is too easy.”

She bit her lip, shooting him a feverish look as he found his way underneath her lacy panties again, feeling the increasingly sopping slit of her pussy. That first touch was fire. Her whole body felt electrified as he massaged her clit.

“Stop,” she pleaded, her head pressing against the concrete wall behind her.

She tried to twist away again but was met by his strong arm. He wasn’t going to let her get away.

“Please.”

“Not a fucking chance.” He gripped her neck with his other hand, tightening his hold on it.

Alisa’s eyes rolled back as he thrust his fingers into her needy pussy and pumped in and out. His masculine scent, mixed with alcohol and sex, engorged her. Aroused and intent, he flexed his shoulders and biceps as she ground her body against his, her breath turning rhythmic. The throbbing in her pussy was real—and it could only be remedied one way.

“Please…fuck me,” she begged, breaking out of her role.

Her sudden demand was met by a cruel laugh. Clearly, he was damn entertained by her body writhing over his hand.

“You’d like my cock, wouldn’t you?” He fumbled at his belt.

“Hell yes—”

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