Page 44 of Going to Hell
I’d been sitting on the floor, not lying down, when I’d fallen asleep. In Hell. With a crazy-man who now knew I could see him. I felt pretty sure my status had changed from “imaginary” to “get her into bed,” and based on the softness underneath me, he’d gotten a jump start on the bed part while I was sleeping.
Worse than that, though, was my current position. I lay on my side, partially leaning against him. My hand rested on his chest, over his heart, and his shoulder served as my pillow. The arm underneath me wrapped around my waist and anchored me firmly so my lips pressed against his pectoral. And gods, it felt so good.
Nope. Not good at all.
What are you going to do about it, Ashlyn?I asked myself.
I went with the most obvious option. Huffing out a breath, I pushed against him while rolling to my other side. He didn’t fight the change. He simply rolled to his side to spoon me. The evidence of how very much he liked the position pressed urgently against my backside.
My eyes popped open.
“I know you are awake, my love.”
He leaned in and brushed his lips against my neck.
I shivered, liking the sensation more than I should have.
“Yes. Give yourself to me. You have waited long enough.”
CHAPTERTEN
The second kissto my neck sent me scrambling out of bed. The feel of air against my stomach paused my desperate escape, and I looked down at my naked self in horror. My sheet. Where was my sheet? I reached back for the bed, grabbed the cover, and gave it a yank. It didn’t budge.
His sexy chuckle danced over my skin, and I broke out in gooseflesh.
“I will dress you in anything you desire if you but turn and gaze upon me with affection.”
Ha!I thought.If I look at you, I’ll be nakedandback in bed.
“Real or feigned, it matters not,” he continued. “You know I will take anything you willingly give.”
I didn’t miss the hint of bitterness that invaded his tone at the end. What in the hell did he have to be bitter about? He wasn’t the one being blackmailed for sex. Maybe that’s why he was bitter. Maybe he wanted to be the one being blackmailed?
Giving up on the sheet, I pivoted toward the end of the bed and grabbed for the bedhanging. It disappeared before I could touch it.
“Stubborn, spiteful goddess,” he muttered.
Dangerous, crazy hot guy,I retorted in my head.
Slipping from the room, my go-to move when he was being difficult wasn’t an option. The idea of walking around the halls naked appealed to me as much as a creature lobotomy. So, I went to the vanity and sat bare-assed on the chair, which was only marginally better than standing there for C’adon to stare at. I wrapped my arms around my chest and set my forehead on the rustic table, assuming the most closed-off and uncooperative position I could think of.
Something crashed against the wall nearby.
“Hateful female! What is a glance? It is nothing to you. A movement of your twice cursed eyes. You refuse simply to refuse. So be it. Gaze upon me however you will. Be it loathing or revulsion, I care not. But you will gaze upon me.”
His fingers circled the back of my neck, and with a firm grip, he pried me away from the table like I had no resistance at all. When he grabbed my chin with his other hand, I knew what he meant to do. Force eye contact.
The hold on my neck tightened fractionally when I turned my head and dislodged his touch. But he was persistent. His fingers pinched my chin and forced my head back.
I could have closed my eyes, but I didn’t trust that he wouldn’t try to pry them open too. Which is why I was too angry to be scared. Or smart for that matter.
Without considering the consequences, I spit in his face.
He didn’t flinch or get angry; he laughed.
“Finally,” he whispered.
And then he kissed me hard, his lips crashing against mine with bruising force. I tried to turn away but his hold was uncompromising. Clawing at his arms only made him nip my bottom lip. I was smart enough to keep my mouth closed and change tactics.
