Page 100 of Out of the Shadows
Something I can’t deny.
“I’m leaving…”
My breath is punched from me as Daniel backs me against the wall and crushes his lips to mine.
The kiss is an assault, hard and violent, his tongue an intruder I fight against. Yes, I fight him back. I fight him with my tongue and my lips, I fight him with my arms that drag him in closer, and I fight him with my hips as I grind my erection against him, my treacherous body betraying me as it offers up its own thirty pieces of silver.
“No.” I tear my lips from his. “I don’t want this. I don’t want you. I fucking hate you, Daniel.”
“I can feel how much you hate me.”
Daniel stares down at me with an intensity that takes my breath away. Blue eyes have turned black with want and lust and need, and his lips are swollen from our bruising kiss. Dark scruff shadows his jawline, and his silver threaded hair has fallen forward over his brow. My fingers itch and tingle to sweep it aside… I fist my hands, fighting what they want to do.
“I do hate you. I don’t want you, Daniel, I don’t want you—”
“To do this?”
I should fight the kiss, I should push him away, I should walk out of here and never look back. I should never let him lay another hand on me.
“No, I don’t want this,” I breathe against his lips.
But my words are lies.
Daniel cups my swollen cock in his palm and I shiver.
“Tell me again you don’t want this, or us?”
I can’t.
It takes a moment for him to unbuckle and unzip me, freeing my heavy, aching cock. I don’t even try and push his hands away.
“I hate you so fucking much.” If I say it enough I’ll believe it…
Daniel wraps his palm around my shaft, sliding all the way up to the nervy tip.
“Oh, fuck…” My legs tremble and my knees threaten to buckle.
He smirks, and Jesus, but my balls tighten and my cock is just about ready to explode. As much as I hate and loathe him, now, in this moment, I’ve never wanted him more.
Jeans and underwear, and shoes and socks are thrown aside. The room stinks of sweat and sex, need and want. My cock’s as hard as stone, the head an angry deep red and wet with pre-cum. Daniel crowds me, caging me in as he plants his hands either side of me, all his intensity trained on me.
“This doesn’t change anything. It’s just sex.” I say the words I can’t believe.
“We’re more than sex, and you know it.”
But not now, not in this moment…
Daniel spits into his palm and smears himself, his saliva mixing with his own juice. There’s no frantic scramble for a condom, we dispensed with the need for those weeks ago, but everything’s so fucking heated and raw it wouldn’t matter either way. He shoves my legs aside, moves between them as he clamps his hands to the backs of my thighs.
Whether I jump or he lifts me, I don’t know and don’t care. Wrapping my arms around him I bury my face into his neck, breathing hard, feeling the thud of our hearts. His cock nudges at my hole, and my muscle flutters in response. He shifts, adjusting himself as he lowers me, and—
“Ah, fuck,” I groan as Daniel breaches me. The burn, the drag, pain and so much pleasure.
He bucks his hips, pushing deeper, and I cry out as my head swims and my vision blurs. I’m crushed harder into the wall as he hammers into me. Hard and rough and desperate, it’s another side of the man I’ve spent the last few months falling in—
I swallow hard. I won’t say it. I won’t let myself say or think it. Not now, not after—
“Jesus.”
