Page 27 of Iron
CHAPTER EIGHT
Petra
Iron smirked at me. It irritated me but it also caused a shiver to run down my spine. I didn’t let myself get into a position where someone else held the cards, but it was clear that I’d shown him my hand by barging my way up here.
“What does it tell me?” he asked. Only it wasn’t a question, it was simply part of his long, drawn out point. “It tells me that you need me tonight. That you need me right now more than you have before.”
Maybe he was right but I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of hearing that from my lips.
“It tells me, Pet…” His head dipped and I felt the tip of his nose run up the exposed side of my neck. His warm tongue licked up the shell of my ear and my eyes drifted closed. Everything had me on edge and his breath in my ear was about to send me over the cliff. “That you’re beggin’ for something you’ve never had before.”
I delicately cleared my throat and steeled my spine.
“What it should be telling you is that no one ignores me and gets away with it,” I told him rather coldly. But it was a lie, and by the way his eyes held mine, he could see right through it.
“Nah, babe,” he said with a small shake of his head. “I said one day, and that day has come. And be prepared, Petra, I’m takin’ everything I can.”
I didn’t have a chance to get a word out, let alone a breath.
His lips were on mine and he was taking, hard and relentlessly.
I realized my mistake by coming here. Or it could have been this is what I’d expected in the back of my mind. I was taking it, though, and I was certainly enjoying every second.
He pulled away and I looked at him. I could feel the dazed look on my face and this time, I did nothing to wipe it away.
“You’re mine now. Best you realize that,” he said as his hand dropped away from my hip. I was lost without his touch and even if I hated to admit it, I wanted it back.
The click of the door locking as he reached behind me set it in stone.
Whether I’d asked of it or not, I was his. I was trapped in his web. But then again, was I really trapped? Maybe this was what I really wanted all along but never knew how to say it.
“Tonight I’m going to fuck you in my bed. I’m going to strip you down, lay you out and devour every single inch of your skin.” My jaw clenched at his words.
As a rule, I didn’t let any of those things happen. I didn’tstrip downfor anyone and I sure as hell didn’t let them get that close to know every inch of me.
“Iron.” His name fell from my lips in a soft plea that had a sad ring to it. I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t bring the words forth to tell him that I was sure I couldn’t handle that. I couldn’t let him see all of me.
“Not givin’ you a choice here.”
There was something in his eyes that told me I actually did have a choice. I could choose to tell him no and walk out that door. I could, I knew he’d let me. But that choice came with heavy consequences. I’d lose what I already had of him. Was I willing to risk that?
The air felt heavy in my lungs as he waited for the sign that I was choosing to stay.
Words were too hard to form so instead, I blinked up at him letting a small amount of softness hit my eyes so he could see.
That smirk was back on his face.
This man was everything I should hate and run from. He was going to break me. But the question was, how much? How much of myself was I willing to give him? How much was left to give?
“On your knees, Pet,” he ordered, his body shifting back so he was standing to his full height. Then he shuffled back a few steps so I’d have the room to obey his command.
One at a time, my knees met the hard floor.
“Undo my pants. Pull me out.”
I took in a deep breath and did as he said, slowly pulling the leather flap of his belt back to release it from the buckle. Then one by one, I opened up the buttons of his fly. He didn’t help me and I tried hard not to look like I hated it.
He growled in the back of his throat as my hand snaked into his boxer-briefs and my fingers brushed over his hardness. I wrapped my hand around his thickness and slowly eased him out over the band.
