Page 12 of Corrupt Desires

“Fuck you.”

“It would be my pleasure. Now, are you going to come willingly, or do I need to toss you over my shoulder and spank the sass right out of you?”

Holy shit, this man’s words should not have such an effect on my body, but they do. “Fine,cabrón, I will sleep in your bed. But that’s all.”

He releases my leg and picks my bags back up from the floor, waving a hand out for me to go first.

As I enter the last room down the hall, I am immediately on edge. The bed is large, probably a king size, with a dark mahogany headboard. My eyes immediately latch onto the round hooks at the top of the bed posts. He wasn’t kidding when he said he would tie me down. I feel another rush of wetness between my legs, and I try to clench my thighs at the sudden sensation.

I shouldn’t be feeling this way, but my body is betraying my mind. The very thought of being tied down is turning me on. I never thought I would be the type to enjoy that sort of thing, but turns out I find it incredibly sexy.

He must have planned for my arrival tonight because there is a dresser and nightstand dedicated to my things. He shows me to the en suite bathroom, where I deposit my toiletries on my side of the double sink.

Before we leave the bathroom, I ask James to undo my dress. I’m torn. On one hand I want to be as far from him as possible, but I also crave his touch. His fingers skim the skin on my neck as he undoes the knot and drags down the zipper. My cheeks flush with the chills that race throughout my body. I chance a glance over my shoulder to see James meeting my gaze, a fire burning bright in his eyes. I quickly look away. “I better get changed. Thanks for doing that, James.”

“Of course,” he replies gruffly, exiting the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. The man is going to be the death of me…

After hanging up my dress and changing into my pajamas, a simple tank top and shorts, I make my way out of the bathroom and toward my side of the bed. I quickly place my gun and holster in the nightstand, never willing to keep it out of reach.

James smirks at me and starts undressing in the room.The audacity of this man!I immediately turn around, looking up at the ceiling in embarrassment.

“Em, you better get used to seeing me naked, you’ll be seeing it a lot.”

I am speechless at his declaration. There seems to be no hope for me escaping tonight unscathed.

“That’s what you think, James.”

There is a silence before I feel his presence behind me. Leaning down to my ear, he says, “Emilia, tonight can go one of two ways. You either have the best orgasm of your life, or you go to bed, feeling empty without my cock filling you. Which do you prefer?”

He kisses my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I feel his erection on my lower back. How does he do this to me? I want to keep fighting him, but I feel my resolve dissipating. Do I give into my body, or do I follow what my brain is telling me?

Against my better judgement, my head falls back against his bare chest, reveling in the feel of his lips on me. I will curse and scream at myself for this later, but for now this feels so right.

Turning around, I loop my arms around his neck, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling him down in a searing kiss. James takes advantage of my moment of weakness to lift me in his arms, his hands grabbing my ass. I circle my legs around his waist, locking my ankles together so I don’t fall. His erection prods my center, and I nearly come undone at the contact.

“James, wait, we have to slow down,” I plead between kisses. My mouth says one thing but my body says another.

“No we don’t, Em. Tonight is ours.”

“James, you don’t understand. I’m not ready for this.”

“Emilia, if I put my hand down your shorts and slide my fingers over your clit, I would find you dripping with need.”

I push myself off him, huffing in frustration.Do I have to spell it out for the man?He takes a couple steps back from me, leveling me with a look that would make a lesser woman cower.

“I am not a toy that you can just play with whenever you want, you know!”

“I never said you were, but we did just get married. This is what husbands and wives normally do on their wedding night…”

“I said I’m not ready,cabrón.”

He stalks toward me and grabs me by the back of my head, tangling his hand in my hair, and angling my face up toward his. His eyes darken as he takes in my mouth, focusing on my plump lips.

“Tell me what you need, Em.”

I’m confused by his words. My body wants one thing, while my brain wants another.

“I-I don’t know what I need…”

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