Page 29 of Rooke
I go to wind my arms around his neck, but he stops me. Raising my hands high above my head, he pins them both easily in one of his huge hands. “I’m sorry about your dress,” he growls.
“You’re sorry?”
He takes hold of the shoulder strap and rips it, tearing it away from my body. I gasp, a sound of shock echoing around the narrow hallway. He rips the other strap, too, ripping it away from my body in one swift, cruel movement that leaves me breathless and panting. He doesn’t stop there. In three quick tugs he removes the dress from me, splitting the material down the front, destroying it in seconds. I squirm underneath him, suddenly unsure of myself. He’s fucking crazy. I don’t know what to expect from him. He may have successfully figured me out in the most infuriating way, but I’ve yet to say the same of him. He’s so strange and bewildering that I’m left guessing at every turn.
Rooke leans back as far as he can without releasing my hands, and he looks down the length of my body. My breasts are exposed, and my panties are gone, so that I’m totally naked beneath him. He sucks in a sharp, pained sounding breath, groaning a little.
“If you could see what I’m seeing right now…” He trails off, his eyes feasting on my bare skin.
“I do see.”
“No, you don’t. You won’t let yourself. No woman really admits to herself how fucking perfect she is. If you did, you’d spend every waking moment of the day fingering your pussy in front of a mirror, completely in love with yourself.”
Just the mention of me masturbating makes me blush. People don’t talk about that kind of thing in such a matter-of-fact way. They just don’t. It’s not polite. Nothing about Rooke is polite, though. He sees that my cheeks are red and grins, tipping his head to one side. “Don’t deny it,” he whispers. “You touch yourself. You’d be touching yourself right now if I didn’t have you pinned.”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
“Yeah, you would. Because I’d ask you to. You’d do it to make me happy.”
I can’t fault his logic. Right now, I think I would do anything to make him happy, so long as he fucks me. I writhe underneath him, anxiety warring with my excitement when I realize just how trapped I am. I could kick and scream, shout and struggle, but there’s no way I’m getting out of this position unless Rooke allows it.
“Open your mouth, Sasha,” he demands.
I open up for him without even thinking. This is so new to me. If someone had told me even yesterday that I’d be allowing someone to command me like this, I would have thought they were insane. Where has this side of me been hiding all these years? Why did I not know that I would like this?
Rooke slides his index and middle finger into my mouth, probing behind my teeth, feeling around, opening my mouth wider. It’s invasive yet highly sexual. I gasp as he lays himself down on me, licking at my lips, tearing at my mouth with his teeth. He rocks his hips against me, and I can’t hold back. I angle my own hips up against him, creating the most intense friction, and I almost panic when I feel how hard he is again.
Scratch that. He’s beyond hard. His erection is rock solid. The moment I grind up against him, something inside him must snap. A deep, tense snarl begins to build in the back of his throat. He jumps to his feet, and then he’s undressing, toeing off his shoes, unfastening the button on his pants and kicking them wildly from his legs. I’m expecting underwear, but there’s nothing. He’s going commando. His cock springs free, and then I’m frozen in place, staring at him like a lunatic. He’shuge. Not,wow-you’d-really-better-get-me-ready-for-that-thinghuge. I’m talking,you’re-going-to-put-me-in-the-hospital-with-that-thinghuge.Internal damagehuge. Rooke bends down and picks me up in his arms, as if I’m feather light, a massive shit-eating grin on his face.
“Don’t worry, beautiful. It won’t bite,” he says.
“You do realize I am five foot two? I can’t...There’s no way I’m gonna be able to…”
“Youwill.” He storms off in the direction of the living room, knocking the door open with one hard kick. He lies down on the floor on his back, placing me on top of him. “We’re gonna do it this way for a few minutes. That’s all you get, Sasha. You get to be in control for a moment while your body learns how to accept me. Once I’m inside you, that’s it.You’re mine.”
A thrill of panic rushes through me. Dear god, this is sheer madness.How? How the hell am I meant to—
My mind goes blank as I straddle him. Rooke guides me into place, and I can feel him almost pushing into me. I’m wet already, like, really fucking wet, but there’s no way in hell he’s going to just slide right on inside me. Rooke’s fingers dig into my thighs as I slowly, carefully lower myself onto him.
“Fuck, Sasha.Fuck!”
I could say the same thing myself. My head rocks back as I try to breathe around him. I feel impossibly full. I think I’m going to have to stop, but then Rooke eases himself onto his elbows, and he takes my nipple into his mouth. He places his hand between our bodies and begins to rub my clit in small, tight circles and suddenly my body is ablaze. I begin to rock slowly against him, lost in the dizzying sensation that is sweeping through me, and little by little my body does as Rooke said it would. It learns how to accept him.
The very moment he’s all the way inside me, he’s true to his word. He flips me onto my back, a sharp, jagged-edged smile cutting across his face. “Feel free to scream.”
He thrusts inside me, and I go still. There are fireworks going off inside my fucking head. He’s everywhere, surrounding me, inside me, on top of me, his hands running all over my body, in my hair, his mouth on mine. The way he kisses me is vital, as though he’s filled with the same desperate need I’m feeling right now. The need to consume him, be a part of him, be a part of something else. Something he and I alone are incapable of being, but together…
He fucks me until I forget my own damn name. He’s incredible. He angles his hips in the perfect way, so that every time he pushes into me he rubs against my clit, bringing me closer and closer to my climax with every thrust. I hold onto his shoulders, and it’s just as I imagined earlier: I feel vulnerable, but at the same time I feel safe.
“You’re going to come for me now,” Rooke tells me, grinding out the words directly into my ear. “I can feel it. I can feel you getting tighter around my cock. Are you going to come all over my dick, Sasha?”
“Shit. Oh my god, yes. Yes, I’m going to come.”
“Good girl. Good girl, that’s it. Show me. Show me how pretty you are when you come.”
My orgasm is exactly like being sucked out of an airlock into space. I feel like I’m being yanked out of my own body, out of my own skin, and I can’t seem to breathe. I dig my fingernails into Rooke’s back and he slams himself inside me, and then he’s roaring, his teeth gritted together as he comes with me. He crushes me to him, and it feels like we’re both melting, fading away somehow. I feel numb.
“Damn.” Rooke rolls over, so that I’m back on top of him. He’s still inside me, still hard, still making me shiver every time he twitches, which seems to entertain him. He brushes a strand of my hair back behind my ear, then gathers it all up into his hands, holding it behind my head. “See,” he says. “Your body knows now. Itknowsit’s mine. There’s no fucking way you can deny it.”
