Page 41 of Lust
“Ow!” I cried out, pain shooting through my busted lip as the metallic taste of blood exploded inside my mouth. “Tris, what the fuck are you doing?”
Instead of answering, he took advantage of my momentary lapse and mercilessly dragged me across the grand veranda. He slid the door open to his bedroom and tossed me inside with ease. I face-planted onto the hardwood floor of Tristan’s room. When I tried to scramble to my feet, his weight was instinctively on my back to pin me down.
“Get off me!” I jabbed an elbow to his stomach. Only, it made no impact, the hard wall shooting a bout of pain to my elbow instead.
The hemline of my short baby doll nightie rose to my ass while my legs chafed mercilessly against the ground. We wrestled viciously as I attempted to break free, but striking effectively—while faced away from him—was no easy task.
Tristan held my face down to the cool floor. With a knee lodged between my thighs, he managed to part them to make space for himself. As he pinned my wrists to the floor, an alarm went off that my fate had been sealed.
She fought with spirit, like always. Even when I spread her legs wide and pinned her to the ground, she twisted her body, ready to spit in my face. The plethora of curse words she hurled was colorful, to say the least.
God, she was a tigress; my beautiful, fearless, wild tigress.
What the fuck am I doing to this tigress of mine?I didn’t want to see Sara this way—defeated or beaten. Had I lost my mind?
The contriteness disturbed me deeply, just not enough to stop the madness. I had spent the last two hours drinking in my hotel room until the time came when Tobias was to meet her. Except, he wouldn’t go near her again. Not tonight, not ever.
I showed up in his stead, still unsure what I’d do to Sara. The question was answered the moment I saw her sprawled on the bed.
Heat had exploded inside me at first sight of her white lingerie. The lace barely covered her ass, displaying her sexy as fuck thighs. Small, firm tits were presented through the scoop neckline that dipped a little too low. The see-through material took my breath away, and I had stared at her tight body like a man possessed. Then I remembered that she wore the lingerie forhim.
Sara made a run for it, having recognized the ire in my eyes. Not only had she betrayed me, but she had taken careful measures in preparation for the step.
The thought turned me manic. I hated her for the perverse way she made me want her—like a man unleashed, driven mad in my need for her—while she was ready to offer herself up to another.
Sara managed to lift her torso, but I pressed her down with a hand between her shoulder blades. Her right cheek dug against the hard floor, eyes filled with panic. Even in this state, she was beautiful with messy hair with her expensive tattered lingerie.
“Tristan! Have you completely lost your shit?” she screamed. “Get the fuck off me!”
I didn’t respond. My eyes were glued to her hemline, which had risen to her butt to display a matching white lacy thong.
Fuck.
Me.
My rapid breathing increased, and my heart was ready to explode from anticipation as I drank in the miles of caramel skin. I wanted to memorize every inch of her body before dipping my head between her toned thighs for a taste.
Sara momentarily stopped thrashing. “Oh my God, are you…” Her voice faltered when she felt my hard bulge digging into her ass. She was unsure before, but my body gave me away. She stiffened upon discovery and instantly went from a tigress to prey.
A trapped prey.
In a shocking turn of events, Sara started crying. “Please, Tris,” she pleaded in a broken voice. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but you’re scaring me. Please, stop this.” Those were the only words she successfully got out before turning her face to the side and sobbing uncontrollably.
It was a side to Sara I had never seen—one that begged for mercy—nor had I seen her cry before. For a moment, I wondered if I could fight this demon lurking inside me. Perhaps I was strong enough to take on this dark force.
My hands trembled with the need for control.Please, God, make me stop. Mine was gone but spare this girl her soul.
My prayer went unanswered as the smell of jasmine entered my lungs, and I dug my nose into her tresses. The smell was so overpowering that I slanted my face and greedily inhaled more of the sweet aroma until my mind went dizzy with an unquenchable thirst. Dismissing the minute effort to stop, I tightened my grip to restrain her wrists instead.
“I can’t stop, Angel. I need you,” I whispered with sincerity, snuffing out the raw emotions. I was floating in a mist of lust and sorrow. I couldn’t stop these demonic desires for her, even if my life depended on it. “I have no one else other than you.”
“What are you talking about?” she cried out, sobbing so hysterically that my heart lurched. Her tears rolled to the hardwood floor, pooling beneath.
I lowered my face between her shoulder blades. Placing a small kiss on the bare skin, I trailed my lips to her neck, sticking my tongue out to taste her salty skin.
“Please stop,” desperation rolled off her tongue.
I let go of her wrists. Sara stiffened in shock that I actually listened to her pleas. However, when I slipped my hand between her legs, she jolted out of her trance and restarted her struggles.
