Page 56 of Obsessing Over His Favorite
“Lucas!” she gasped, hands pushing hard against his chest. “What are you doing? Put me down!”
But he didn’t let go.
His arms only tightened—one around her back, the other beneath her thighs—as he carried her toward the bed, his grip possessive, movements rough and fast.
She struggled in his hold, kicking, squirming, but it didn’t make a difference.
In one swift motion, he dropped her onto the bed.
Before she could even sit up, he was already on top of her—his body pressing down, heat radiating through every inch of their closeness. His breath came out ragged, heavy, his eyes blazing with an intensity that pinned her in place. Without warning, he seized her wrists, trapping them above her head with a firm grip.
“I’ll remind you exactly how good a boyfriend I am,” he growled, low and fierce, his voice thick with hunger.
His mouth crashed onto hers with brutal urgency—hard, claiming. Emily gasped against his lips, breath hitching, caught off guard, struggling to think, to breathe. But he didn’t relent.
His breath was hot and ragged against her skin, his eyes dark flames burning with raw desire. When his lips met hers, it was electric—a hungry, demanding kiss that stole her breath and sent a pulse racing through every nerve.
His mouth was warm and intoxicating. His tongue teased the edge of her lips, soft and slow at first, coaxing her open. Then it slipped inside, sliding against hers like silk, exploring with a rough, insistent hunger that made her melt.
Emily gasped, caught off guard, struggling to breathe, to think, but he gave no space—no mercy. His free hand roamed boldly, fingers tugging her dress upward with rough urgency, exposing her skin to his touch. His palm slid down her thigh, sending electric sparks racing through her nerves, making her whole body tremble, breath catch, pulse pound.
‘No,’ she told herself, but her body—so familiar with his touch—was already betraying her.
His lips left hers, trailing a scorching path down her jawline, nipping gently at the tender skin beneath her ear. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to the curve of her neck, each kiss a mix of tender heat and raw hunger.
His tongue flicked out, tracing wet, teasing licks over the reddened skin, tasting her, marking her. Sharp teeth grazed her skin, sending delicious shivers through her as he bit softly, making her gasp and arch toward him, caught in the delicious tension of pain and pleasure.
“Lucas, stop,” she breathed out, voice barely steady, trembling beneath the heat surging through her.
His hips pressed between her thighs, pushing forward as he grabbed her underwear and yanked it down.
“I want to break up with you!” she snapped, struggling beneath him.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his gaze dark and wild. “You can say that a hundred times, and you’ll still come back to me,” he said through gritted teeth. “Don’t be stubborn, Emily.”
His mouth dropped to her neck again, claiming her skin with another kiss, and she winced.
His hand slid beneath her dress, pushing aside her bra. His palm cupped her breast, his thumb flicking across her nipple until it hardened beneath his touch.
“Don’t make me angry anymore,” he warned, voice softer now, but still edged with frustration.
“I’m not making you angry,” she whispered, eyes shut tight, back arching despite her will, her body caught in the pull. Her breath hitched as his mouth latched onto her breast, sucking, his tongue circling the hardened nub.
“Lucas… don’t do this,” she whimpered, chest rising in uneven rhythm.
“You’re arching into me,” he murmured against her skin. “Begging me with your body and still talking about breaking up.”
Suddenly, her hands broke free.
With every ounce of strength she had, she shoved him off her.
Lucas fell back, landing hard on the mattress. His body stung from the sudden push. He froze for a second, then turned to her with a dark, furious stare.
Emily sat up, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling, her gaze locked on his as she adjusted her clothes with trembling hands.
“I told you I want to break up with you,” she said, voice raw and cracked. “Why won’t you believe me when I say that I’m done?”
“Again? The same damn thing?” he snapped, his voice tight with barely contained anger.
