Page 14 of Takedown

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I throw a few more air punches before I start to do my boxer shuffle. He’s standing there, smugly smirking at me. I knew all along he’d make a ridiculous offer. And no way would he ever hurt me. I know that for a fact, but if I can hide out here while my mother’s in town, that won’t be too bad. All I have to do is land one kick or punch. Hell, all I need is to touch him before he can grab me.

To distract him, I start to do a series of fake coughs and wait for him to approach and play hero. Right on cue, he walk towards me, probably to make sure I’m not choking. I lunge at him, but before my fist can make contact, he snatches my arm and twists me around. In just the blink of an eye, I’m being cradled in his arms, my back to his broad chest. He’s holding both of my arms, and as much as I try, I can’t seem to move an inch.

I take a deep breath, and with all the strength I have, I try to break his hold, but Adam manages to restrain me with hardly any effort. I try to kick behind me, but he presses himself closer, rendering me completely immobile. I’d have to be dead not to feel his hard expanse of a chest on my back, or what feels like a semi hard dick pressed on my ass.

“Fight’s over, Mel.” The feel of his breath so close to my ear is like a switch. I stop all attempts of freeing myself. “I win,” he says. He pulls me further into his broad body.

“Two out of three,” I pant.

“That wasn’t the agreement. Negotiations are over. You had to hit me before I could grab you, and despite your very blatant attempt at cheating, I still won, and you are going to be my wife in every way.” He finally releases my hands, and I stumble before turning around to face him. We both stand there, chests heaving, and my feet rooted to my spot. His hands return, but they travel down my sides until he reaches my hips and grabs them, spins me around, and pushes me back into him. Right on his very hard dick.

“For two years, Melanie. Two fucking years I’ve been walking around with a hard on for you.” The words are low, husky. Goosebumps spread throughout my body, and I feel the flushing of my skin. My nipples pebble, and when he grinds into me just a tiny bit, I let out a soft moan at the warm sensation that spreads across my entire body.

Those same large hands finally leave my hips, but they find their way underneath the hem of my crop top and slowly caress my skin. His hands are rough, a complete contrast to my soft skin.

“Is that why you took advantage of me when you did? Because of your hard on?” I ask him in an attempt to break the spell he’s just cast on me. My plan backfires. He moves closer. He lowers his head and traces his lips against my neck. My body betrays me, and I move my head, giving him more access.

“You drive me fucking crazy, do you know that? Despite your delusions, I still want you. You want to be my victim, Mel? If being my victim is the only way I can have you, I’ll gladly let you play the part.” He wraps an arm around my waist, keeping me in place, but his other hand continues its journey north. When he reaches my bra, he traces a finger underneath it, but makes no move to cup my breast. “Tell me to stop, and I will.” His mouth lands on my ear, and I shudder. I tell myself that it’s because my ears are sensitive, not because of anything else, but the dampness between my legs says otherwise. “Tell me to stop.” His words are like a challenge. It’s as if he knows I don’t want him to stop.

No words leave my mouth, and that hand finds its way underneath my bra, cupping my small breast. He kisses the side of my neck, sucking on the skin right above my shoulder blade.

I throw my head back, losing myself completely to the sweet sensations.

The hand leaves my breast and I let out a groan in protest, but it travels south this time, cupping my pussy over my yoga pants. He rubs me, and I open my legs wider for him, screaming in my mind for him to really touch me there, with no barrier.

“Turn around,” he roughly commands right as he removes his hand from my greedy pussy. He also drops the possessive arm he had around my waist. I turn and look right into his blue eyes. His chest is heaving, and his nostrils are flared. Even his hair is sticking up on all sides. My eyes travel down his body, and I let out a loud moan at the sight of the bulge in his sweatpants.

“Your move,” he says, his voice strained. He lifts a hand, and my heart rate picks up in anticipation of him touching me, but all he does is run a hand through his hair. “Your move,” he says again. The words come out croaked, almost as if he has to dig deep to find some kind of control.

His breathing is still erratic, and the bulge has gotten bigger. I lick my lips at the thought of touching it. Or doing more to it. I can feel my own pulse and I know if I touch myself right now, I will be slick with need. My nipples are like two little rocks inside my bra, and my heart rate is nowhere near calm.

He’s your husband, Mellie, the little devil on my shoulder says.

It’s not as if I haven’t been thinking about him since the day I laid eyes on him. I was obsessed with him the second I heard his voice that day in the stairwell. That hint of an Irish brogue was so damn sexy, and when I finally saw him working out in the backyard for the first time, I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. Tall, broad, and imposing. I was drawn to him immediately, but there was no way I was going to get involved with my brother’s tenant, especially when he only lives one floor up. Besides, I’m positive this won’t last. He’ll lose interest and move on. That’s for another day, though.

Tonight, it’s just me and him. Me and my husband. My very handsome husband. With a big package. My body is eager for it. For him. It’s been too long since I’ve been with a man, and the last time was so unimpressive that I’ve regretted it since. He’s still standing before me. Chest heaving. Breath coming in pants. Dick still hard.

The night of our quick wedding flashes through my mind. We’re holding hands and running through the Vegas streets, laughing like a real couple in love.

“This is real, Mel. I’m never letting you go.”The memory from a few nights ago flashes through my mind. I remember not believing him when he said it.

So, I do the only thing I can do. I jump into his arms and wrap my legs around him. He catches me and doesn’t so much as waver in surprise at my sudden assault. I look down into his eyes, both of us now panting as if we just ran a marathon. Before I can talk myself out of it, I crash my mouth on his and sigh in relief. He kisses me back just as desperately, just as greedily. His hands cup my ass, and he walks backwards to the rear of the apartment. He kicks a door open so hard, it hits the wall, and I know there will be damage there, but neither one of us cares about that right now.

His mouth never leaves mine. In fact, he devours me, drinking me in as if he can never get enough. He ends the kiss abruptly, and I bounce on his messy bed. I don’t give myself time to think. I don’t try to talk myself out of this and run out the front door, downstairs, and away from this apartment and my new husband. No, instead, I peel off my shirt while he takes off my shoes and throws them to the far corners of the room. My yoga pants and underwear are off in one swoop. By the time he tosses them somewhere, I’ve removed my bra.

He looms over me, his eyes darker than I’ve ever seen. He lets out a sound like a growl and a moan. Whatever it is, it makes me feel wanted. Powerful. Like a goddess who’s about to be worshipped. I reach for his shirt and pull it over his head. I’ve seen him shirtless many times. Every time he works out in the backyard before work, I make it a point to look. From beginning to end, I watch him work this body but there is nothing like seeing it up close. His skin isn’t flawless. He has scars. One ugly one right by his shoulder. Unable to stop myself, I reach for it and run my fingers over the roughened skin. He closes his eyes and exhales as if my touch means more to him than the air he breathes. But I don’t stop there. I glide that same hand down his body, across his torso, and marvel at his rock-hard stomach. Looking at it is nothing like the glory of touching it. I reach his waist, and my hands hang right above the elastic waist of his sweatpants. Too far gone, I push them down and he kicks them off.

“Holy fuck,” I say when I get a look at what he was hiding in those pants. It’s longer and thicker than any dick I’ve ever been acquainted with. The head is thick, and when I stroke the smooth tip, pre-cum coats my fingertips. He’s usually unflappable, but the touch of my hand on his dick makes his entire body shudder.

I look into his eyes and something feral flashes. He pulls me down on the bed, crashes on top of me, and kisses me savagely. He sucks on my lower lip right before he sticks his tongue in my mouth again. I lay back, legs spread, and he covers my body with his.

I touch him everywhere. His broad back. His taut ass. His hard, tapered waist. Thoughts of turning us over so I can bite his ass flood my mind. While my hands explore his body, his mouth explores my neck, collar bone, and the top of my breasts. Like a cheap slut, I spread my legs wider, wanting and needing more of him. I can feel the dampness between my legs, and all I want now is to feel his hands or his dick in my pussy.

“Adam,” I whisper, unsure of what I’m asking for.

He doesn’t answer. Maybe he can’t. When his hot mouth finally closes around a nipple, I close my eyes and sink further into the bed. I grind underneath him, needing more, but he’s not ready to give me what I want. He laves my nipples, biting, sucking, and pulling them into his mouth. He kisses his way down, past my stomach to my neediest part. He spreads my lips apart, and I hear another groan from him. His hot tongue runs across my clit, and the surprise movement almost makes me jump off the bed.

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