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179 pages, ebook
First published May 28, 2016

"Blaine shifted on the bed and I kicked out, hitting
him square in the stomach. But before I could retract my foot,
Blaine grabbed me by the ankle and pulled, sending me flat on
my back with an undignified huff.
“Let go you arsehole!”
“Seems like you’re the one who can’t stop touching me.” He
pulled on my ankle again, making me slide further down toward
him, and then he put his other hand on my free leg, effectively
keeping me from kicking out again."
“I don’t want to sleep with you.” I was pretty proud of the sneer
in my voice, despite how the word “fuck” whispered into my
ear in his molten voice nearly made my ovaries explode. “Keep
your hands to yourself!”
“No dice.” Blaine shifted his hold on me so he could keep
both my wrists in one hand, spread my legs with his knees—and
then proceeded to reach down, his fingertips grazing against the
front of my panties.
Then he slipped his fingers underneath the fabric and
brushed up and down my slit a few times before caressing my
taut clit.
“You’re an obnoxious prude.” Blaine’s snarl had all the
richness of a prowling tiger. He tugged on my panties again,
once to test and then once more, hard, snapping the waistband
with ease. “And you’re gonna get fucked.”
“Inside! I need you inside!” I arched my back up, desperate to
feel what my body craved with every pulse of blood through my
veins. It didn’t matter that he was a cocky bastard, nor that I was
faintly aware that I was meant to be scared of him. All that
mattered was his hard body and the thickness I’d glimpsed
between his legs earlier. He had what I needed, and I needed it
now. I dug my nails into his chest to make sure he understood
my urgency.
She soaked so easily for me, it was a wonder she’d managed to
put up so much of a fight before finally caving. I smirked at the
knowledge that the prim and proper psychologist who had
thrown me out of her office for asking for a fuck was as attracted
to my body as any other red-blooded female I’d come across
since hitting puberty. Perhaps even more so, if her pussy’s slick
welcome was any indicator.
I slipped another finger into her while keeping my thumb
busy on her clit, and this time, her response was a full-throated
moan. Seemed like she was coming to. I pumped her slowly,
aching to bury my tongue between her thighs, but ego made me
hold back. I wanted to see her face fall apart when I sucked on
her clit, and she’d have to be fully awake for that to happen.
Maybe after the first round.
“That was for molesting me, you absolute twat!” Apparently,
she’d had enough of not being able to focus all that anger at my
face, [...]
“Molesting you? You just came all over my hand! While
moaning my name, I might add. Jesus fucking Christ, what about
a ‘thank-you’ instead of kneeing me in the gut?”
“A ‘thank-you’?” Her voice turned shrill, and I winced as it
went right through my brain. She leveled a glare at me through
the black-rimmed glasses that could have turned a more easily
intimidated man into stone. “Right! Then thank you for taking
advantage at me while I was drunk and emotionally fucked up
after the worst week of my life. Which, I might add, is a pretty
goddamn bad week. And while I’m at it, thank you so much for
marrying me against my will and ruining my life! Now kindly get
the fuck out of my bed!”
Awesome. We were back to this, then.
“Say you want me to,” he whispered, and his breath made
electricity spark off every nerve in my body.
I reached up and tangled my fingers in his black, tousled hair.
It was silky soft and so completely at odds with his hard body
hovering above me.
“I do.”
Blaine kissed me, his soft lips descending on mine with
urgent need.