Page 64 of Stolen Empire
I close the distance, stopping inches from her.
"Or are you starting to understand that you belong here, that you belong to me?"
Her breath quickens.
I can see the flush creeping up her neck, darkening her cheeks.
Her lips are deep red, parted slightly.
Her pupils are wide, swallowing the hue of her eyes.
"Your body's telling me things your mouth won't," I growl out.
"You're flushed. Your pupils are dilated. Your breathing is shallow. Do you know what that means?"
She swallows hard.
"You're a fool."
"Am I?" I reach out, gripping her jaw gently.
"Or are you lying to yourself?"
She tries to turn her head, but I hold her firm.
My other hand moves down, sliding over her waist, her hip.
She goes rigid, her breath catching.
"Tell me to stop," I murmur.
"Tell me you don't want this."
Still, she says nothing, so I move my hand lower, slipping it beneath the waistband of her pants.
Her body tenses, but she doesn’t push me away.
I find her entrance slick and ready, coated with juices, and the confirmation sends a surge of heat through me.
"Liar," I whisper against her cheek, close enough to her ears to make the hairs on her arm rise.
She hisses, her hands coming up to grip my shirt.
"Just because my body responds doesn’t mean I like you."
"Does it not?"
I press my fingers against her clit, feeling the way she reacts.
She's swollen, her lips blood-engorged and dripping.
"Then what does it mean?"
Her eyes flash with anger and desire.
"It means I like being fucked. That's all."
"Is it?"
