Page 23 of Dark Possession
I’m sure it was confusing, given my behavior earlier in the day, but that could be a good thing…I think this one needs to be kept a little off balance.
Finally, she turns, her lips parting slightly, her chest rising and falling faster than before. Then, with trembling fingers, she reaches for the knot of her bathrobe.
I don’t move. I don’t say a damn thing.
The robe slides off her shoulders and pools at her feet.
Red lace clings to every inch of her, delicate and daring. It barely conceals anything, and my blood heats instantly. My jaw tightens as my gaze rakes over her, slow and unrelenting. She steps forward, something flickering in her eyes—defiance? Determination? Whatever it is, it’s the final push.
I shove my plate toward the center of the table and drag the napkin across my lips, my eyes never leaving hers. A slow smirk tugs at my mouth as I lean back, tapping my thighs. “This must be my morning dessert?”
She hesitates for a second—just a flicker of resistance that makes my blood hum—but then she steps forward, deliberate, her hips swaying as she positions herself over me. One knee to the left, one to the right, her thighs flexing as she straddles me. Her warmth sinks through my pants, her soft, soaked pussy pressing against the rigid length of my cock.
Her gaze is distant at first, her mind still catching up to the moment, but I see it—the flicker of surrender. Another blink, and her gray eyes darken, her lips parting slightly as her need takes over.
Good girl.
Her hips shift, rolling against me, teasing, testing how much control she has. She thinks it’s hers, but she should know better.
I reach up and wrap my hand around her throat, the pressure light at first, a warning. Her breath catches. I tilt her chin down, forcing her to meet my gaze, but I don’t close the distance. My lips hover just out of reach. She bends toward me, instinctively chasing, but I tighten my grip, keeping her there. A small, frustrated sound escapes her lips.
She tries again.
I smirk.
Her pulse beats fast beneath my palm, her body shifting, rubbing against me, testing my patience. And fuck, I have patience. Restraint. Control.
But with Alina, it snaps.
A growl rumbles in my throat as I crush my mouth to hers, the kiss punishing and raw, my fingers flexing around her throat before I drag them down her body. I grip her ass, digging my fingers into the soft flesh, grinding her down harder against my cock. She gasps into my mouth, a needy, desperate sound that fuels the fire already burning inside me.
I stand with her wrapped around me, her legs locked tight at my waist, and with one swift motion, I clear the table. The sharp shatter of glass explodes through the air, dishes clattering to the floor, splintering and forgotten. She gasps, fingers digging into my shoulders, her body jolting from the impact of chaos.
I spin her, bending her over the table, her breath coming in sharp, uneven pants. My fingers bite into the plush curve of her hips, holding her still as she writhes beneath me, caught between want and wariness. I own that hesitation.
Leaning over her, I take her earlobe between my teeth, sucking at first, slow, teasing, before I bite down. Hard. Hot.
She moans, her body trembling against mine as I press my cock against her ass, grinding, forcing her to feel every rigid inch of me.
“Do you want me to fuck your ass?” My voice is a low rasp, my teeth scraping her skin before I bite again, harder this time. Marking her.
Her body jerks, her nails clawing at the wood of the table. She spreads her legs wider, arching her back like an offering, but her voice is barely a whisper when she answers. “No.”
She’s breathless, unsure. We have time for that.
I release a dark chuckle, dragging my hands down her body, feeling every dip, every shiver of anticipation. My trousers and boxers hit the floor in one motion, my cock heavy in my grip. I pull her panties to the side, just enough to expose her soaked, ready-to-fuck, sweet pussy.
A slow stroke, my fist working the length of my cock, pre-cum slicking the tip. I smear it against her, teasing, pushing just enough that she shudders beneath me.
Then I slam inside her.
She gasps, her whole body jerking forward from the force. Her hands press against the table, one reaching back, a weak attempt to stop me—to slow me. But there’s no stopping. No going easy.
I wrap my fingers around her wrist, pinning it to her lower back as I fuck her fully, hard, unrelenting. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, raw and filthy, her moans breaking into cries as I take her. Own her.
She’s screaming for me, but she doesn’t tell me to stop.
She never will.
