The Dare Collection April 2019. Nicola Marsh
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‘Then let me go.’ Her hand dropped away.
Yes, I should let her go. I should.
And yet there was a part of me that refused. A part that was sick of having to sacrifice everything I wanted all the damn time. After everything I’d done so far for my brothers and my city, wasn’t I fucking owed something for myself?
You can’t have it and you know that.
‘I’m not any girl’s first time.’ My voice had roughened further, turning dark and gritty, and I didn’t even know why I was saying it when I wasn’t going to be doing anything with her. ‘Not if you’re after sweet and nice.’
‘Who said I wanted sweet and nice?’ Her gaze searched mine. ‘What if I wanted...rough? And kind of dirty?’
As if she even knew what that meant. Christ, why was I standing here? Why was I still touching her?
‘Do you?’ I asked, as if I was going to go through with it, throwing away the only leverage I had.
‘I’ve watched a few videos.’ She nuzzled against my palm again and this time the edge of her teeth grazed the base of my thumb. Then she bit me gently, watching my reaction with undisguised interest.
I felt that small nip like she had her teeth against the head of my dick, short, sharp and electric. ‘A few videos don’t mean shit, little virgin,’ I growled, angry at myself that I couldn’t seem to do what I should and let her go. ‘If you haven’t done it, you don’t know what it means.’
Her cheeks flushed, but determination glowed in her bright eyes. ‘Why don’t you show me then?’
Step away from her.
‘Imogen...’
‘Is that a yes?’
The smell of roses was laced through with the scent of her arousal, the heat of her body so close, bleeding into mine. I’d got my housekeeper to get her some clothes the night I’d kidnapped her and clearly she’d helped herself to them, wearing a green T-shirt and grey yoga pants. When she sucked in a breath the fabric stretched tight across her perfect little tits, her nipples pressing hard against the cotton.
You’re going to do this, aren’t you?
I’d had to put aside all the things I’d truly wanted. A home. A woman I loved and who loved me. A family that wasn’t rotten to the core.
I’d accepted that those things weren’t for men like me. Not when association with me would turn them into targets for my enemies. I couldn’t allow anyone to take that risk, nor could I allow myself any vulnerabilities.
I couldn’t allow myself to slip down the slope that would lead me back to my father and all I’d done in his name.
But...this girl wanted me. I was her choice. And the way she looked at me, like I was a dream come true...
You’ll put everything at risk just to fuck her?
I could make it work. Doctors’ certificates could be faked. And if I could bring down Augustus King, then surely one afternoon with a beautiful woman wouldn’t put anything at risk.
Somehow my thumb was brushing lightly over her cushiony lower lip, then easing into her mouth. The heat of her lips closing around my skin made my breath catch.
Green fire glittered in her eyes. She bit me again.
Electricity arced directly to my aching cock and it was all I could do not to slam her against the door, rip those goddamn yoga pants off her and sink straight into her hot little pussy.
‘A couple of hours,’ I growled, making a decision that I knew I’d regret but making it anyway. ‘That’s all I can give you.’
She nodded frantically, her breathing turning ragged.
‘Good. Now listen, this is important.’ I leaned down a fraction more, looking deep into her eyes, watching the flames in them leap higher. ‘You need to tell me if anything doesn’t feel good or if you don’t like it. And especially if something is—’
Imogen bit me harder, cutting off everything I’d been going to say.
Fuck it.
I pulled my thumb from her mouth and covered it with mine, taking what I wanted for once in my fucking life.
Something for me.
And the moment my lips touched hers, she opened for me, hot and sweet, her tongue touching mine at first hesitantly and then with more demand. Then her hands opened on my chest and slid up, winding her arms around my neck, her small curvy body arching into me. A soft moan escaped her and I found myself putting one palm onto the closet door beside her head while I cupped her jaw with the other, leaning in as she tried to pull me closer.
She was raw demand and passionate heat, holding nothing back. And she tasted so fucking sweet. So fucking hot.
Beneath those wide eyes and painful honesty, she was primal.
Just like me.
Any resistance I had left burned to ashes right where I stood.
I let go of her jaw and slid my hand into her pale silky hair, curling my fingers through it and gripping on tight, pulling her head back so I could kiss her deeper.
She didn’t protest, moaning as I nipped her lower lip, licking into her mouth and taking possession once again. Jesus, she was delicious.
Her arms around my neck tightened, pulling me even closer, and then she began to climb me like a goddamn tree, winding her legs around my waist, arching her spine, pressing her tits against my chest and tilting her hips so my dick was rubbing up against her clit through her clothes.
She stole my breath.
I pulled her hands from around my neck, pinning them back against the closet door above her head. Then I lifted my mouth from hers. ‘If you don’t want this to be over right here, right now, you need to slow down.’
She was panting, her chest heaving, her luscious mouth pink and swollen from my kisses. ‘But I don’t want to go slow.’ Her hips rolled against mine, her heat soaking through the yoga pants she wore and through the denim of my jeans. ‘Oh... Ajax...’ Her voice was husky and breathless. ‘I need you...please.’
It wouldn’t have taken much to rip all that material out of my way and get inside her. But I wasn’t an animal. I’d take my own sweet time and give us both as much pleasure as I could.
So I settled my hips between her thighs and rocked against her, watching as her face became even more flushed, her eyes luminous. She moaned as I made sure the ridge of my hard-on hit her clit, grinding on it, making her shudder and tremble and pull against the hold I had on her wrists.
‘Oh, God. That feels amazing.’ She writhed slowly, moving her hips in response. ‘But aren’t you...? I m-mean, don’t you...? Oh...’
‘Stop talking and let me concentrate.’ I changed my angle, rubbing my aching dick against her.
She tipped her head back, her eyes half closing in pleasure. ‘But I think...’ Her chest heaved. ‘Oh... I might...c-come. And I don’t want to, not yet.’
I leaned down and pressed my mouth to her throat, licking the salt from her skin, feeling her shudder in response. ‘There’s no limit to the number of orgasms you can have, sweetheart. So feel free.’
‘But...don’t... Oh, Ajax... Ajax...’
The sound of desperation in her voice was unbelievably fucking hot. So was the way she writhed and panted, arching her back, wanting more.
So I gave it to her.
Keeping one hand wrapped around her wrists above her head, I pulled her T-shirt up with the other, exposing a delicate