Page 58 of Nemesis
I attempted to move again, but he inched forward, closing the remaining distance between us. He shifted his hip forward and pinned me against the counter, leaving me no room to escape.
One of his hands slid slowly up my side and gripped my waist, right below my breast. My eyes widened at his sudden boldness, my mind unable to form a thought.
My pulse turned erratic, pounding in my bloodstream.
Despite the fear of him discovering the real me that threatened to swallow me whole, my nipples tightened. Fear mixing with anticipation zipped through my spine, sending a bolt of electricity straight to my core.
Heat pulsed between my legs at his touch and I fought the desire to rub my thighs together. His grip tightened, and my mind immediately conjured images of what his hands would feel like on my bare skin.
Smoothing. Gripping.Spanking.
But his next words cut straight through my reverie.
His eyes scoured my face, indignation flaring behind his irises. “You’re not Olivia Morales.” His harsh tone echoed in my ears, his statement delivering ice through my veins, pulling me back to reality as it dawned on me that he said it with such certainty.
I needed to get away from him.Now.
I scoffed, whipping out my hands to push against his chest, hard enough he stumbled back two steps. “You’re being delusional. It’s a good thing you’re not a detective because your deductive skills are severely lacking. Not that your bodyguarding skills are any better.”
I sidestepped him, heading to find an enclosed space where I could lock myself. I barely made it into the hallway when he whipped his hand out, tightly wrapping it around my wrist to keep me from escaping.
I opened my mouth to protest, struggling against his grip, but then he was moving, shoving me against the wall, my front hitting the hard surface. He pressed himself fully against my back, twisting my arm and gripping my other wrist. He locked them together and pinned them above my ass.
The breath whooshed out of my lungs from the force of the movement, my heart thudding furiously against my chest to compensate, the frenzied beat echoing through my rib cage.
Every single nerve ending lit up. A deep, welling panic surged through my gut as his harsh breaths assaulted the side of my head.
“Let go of me,” I managed to bite out through clenched teeth. I shifted beneath him, trying to get away, but instead accidentally rubbed against his groin. I tried pulling away from him again, but that only made him tighten his hold on me.
“No.” He threaded the fingers of his free hand into my hair, tugging at my roots. I let out a choked gasp, tears pricking my eyes as my vision grew blurry from the force of his grip.
“It wasn’t a question,” I hissed.
He lowered his head, his chin resting in the crook of my neck as he forced me to lean my head against his shoulder, fitting his cheek flush against mine.
“Who are you?” he gritted out against the side of my mouth.
“You know who I am, Mr. Alvarez. Now, let. Me. Go,” I said, punctuating every last word.
He tsked, pushing his hips against me, his breath now ghosting across my neck. “The changes to your appearance were pretty convincing. I’ll give you that much.” His fingers tightened in my hair, and he pulled, my neck stretching back further.
A harsh stab of pain radiated over my scalp, sending a shocking pleasure straight between my legs. My knees weakened and a tiny whimper escaped me before I could stop it.
I clenched my jaw, my body warring between the desire to reach for him and knowing I should push him away. My chest tightened and I mustered all the strength I had, thrashing against him.
“Fuck you,” I hissed.
As soon as my words registered, he let go of his grip on my wrists and spun me around so quickly, I gasped. My back hit the wall and his hand moved up to wrap around my throat, my pulse pounding so heavily I was sure he could feel it.
He brought his body flush against mine, the hand on my neck holding me captive, preventing me from moving any further. He leaned forward until we were at eye level and my eyes widened, shock freezing my features in place.
Despite the fear thrumming through my veins at being made, I couldn’t help but drown in the fact that there was something so euphoric about his proximity, it made me nearly dizzy. My body tingled with need and I forced my hands to my sides, my fists clenching hard so I didn’t do something out of line, like touch him.
Because I knew if I did, I wouldn't be able to stop myself.
His jaw ticked as he loomed over me, his face mere centimeters from mine. He pinned me with a heated glare, and his hand squeezed tighter against my windpipe, but not tight enough that I couldn't breathe.
“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.” He seethed in my face. “You don’t want to see what happens when I don’t get what I want.” His voice was low, so low a shiver wrapped around my spine, my lips parting on a harsh breath.
