Page 22 of Whatever He Wants
No.
This is wrong.
I press my palms against Isaac’s chest and push him back until he releases me.
“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to play dirty, but you’ve left me no choice,” he says, a determined gleam in his eyes.“Since I didn’t get back my watch, I’m going to follow through on my promise.”
I tense.“You’re going to make us leave?”
“No.I’m calling the police on Matt.”
14
Denise
It’s the night of bombshells from Isaac.First, he confesses he’s had feelings for me for years, only to follow it up with another round of coercion.
It’s pretty clear what he means byplay dirty.Isaac knows Matt has a prior record.He knows Matt might go to prison if he files a new theft report against him.And he knows I would try hard to protect Matt.
So much for thinking Isaac was back to being a nice guy.So much for thinking I could hold on to my last bit of self-respect instead of giving in to more of his dirty demands.
I clench my teeth.“What do you want this time?You want me to get naked again?Suck you again?”
The third option that flashes through my mind is too filthy to say out loud.
“This is what I want for now.”
He grasps my waist and pulls me close again, lowering his face to mine.I turn my head and push against his chest.
“Isaac—”
His lips brush my jaw.I suck in a sharp breath and then another when he kisses a little closer to my lips.My eyes drift shut, inner conflict making me tense.
I’m mad at him.
I don’t want this.
But when his lips feather the corner of my mouth, my anger gives way to temptation for a split second and I turn my face to meet his, then pull away.My resistance doesn’t deter him.He cups the side of my head, turning and lifting my face to accept his kiss.I stiffen and pull back but he follows, pressing his lips more firmly to mine, his grip tightening on my waist.
Isaac breaks the kiss, only for a moment before he covers my lips with his again.He keeps doing this, weakening my hold on my outrage until I let go, until I’m lifting my face to his, craving his next attack.
Trapped between him and the counter, I completely surrender to him.I stop pushing against his chest, and coil my arms around his neck instead.My lips part for him to deepen the kiss.
Isaac groans into my mouth and holds me tight as if he wants to fuse our bodies together.He kisses me harder, like he’s been denied for too long, knows this opportunity won’t last long, and is making it count.
Then he pulls away, trailing kisses across my jaw and down my neck.I gasp when he yanks aside my tank top’s strap like he wants to tear it and shudder as he continues pressing hungry kisses along my naked shoulder.
It’s shameful that his aggression turns me on, that the touch of his lips and the gentle scratch of his stubble against my skin creates a tightening, pulsing sensation between my thighs.My head is buzzing, my heart is racing, heat spreads throughout my body.
In a way, this moment feels inevitable.The complicated feelings I’ve always had for Isaac, the ones I would ignore or explain away as admiration makes a lot more sense too.It wasn’tadmiration.Or, at least, it wasn’t that alone.It wasattractionas well.
But acting on it is wrong.
We need to stop this right now.
I break the kiss, squirming in his embrace while pushing against him.We need distance between us so this doesn’t go further than it should.
“You got what you wanted.Now let me go.”
