On His Terms by Jenika Snow

internally at the fact she had control of him in her own
way. The feel of him under her tongue, smooth, hot, and hard, had her clenching
her thighs together even more forcefully. She wanted to come, too, so damn
badly that she couldn’t think straight. Her mind was a jumbled mess of needs
and wants, of resistance and abhorrence to giving in so easily. Her mission was
easy: make him come and therefore have him surrender to her .

Chapter
Ten
     
    “That’s it, Sorcha.” Rian was going to come really fucking hard. His balls were
drawn up tight, and this exact fantasy had played out in his head more times
than he could count. He was going to fill her mouth with his seed, make her
swallow it all, because there was this side of him that wanted to know he had
that kind of control over her. He wanted that possession. “Suck harder, baby.”
    She started bobbing her head up
and down in time with stroking the root of his cock. He had kept still until
now, but he couldn’t hold off any longer. He groaned out when the tip hit her
throat, and he grunted when she gently scraped her teeth along his length. The
sting of pain had him hissing out, but then the pleasure that followed had his
orgasm racing to the surface.
    “Swallow it.” He held her head to
his lap, made her swallow his cum when he started to fill her mouth. But to his
surprise she grabbed his thighs, dug her nails in, and moaned around him. The
feeling of her throat working as she drank him all up had Rian tossing his head back and groaning deeply. When there was nothing left for her
to swallow Rian gently pushed her away. She sat back
on her knees, staring at him with this red, swollen mouth, and the cause of why
it looked like that slammed into his head. He reached out, ran the pad of his
thumb along her bottom lip. Her chest was moving up and down almost at a
frantic pace, and without thinking and just acting Rian leaned forward and kissed her hard. He tasted himself on her, tasted the wine
she had drunk, and the passion and anger she felt. All of that was one heady
fucking sensation.
    Rian stood, lifted her off the floor, and moved them
back toward the wall. He could have easily just laid her out on the bed, but
there was this primal, animalistic side of him that wanted to take her hard and
rough for their first time. There was plenty of time to be all soft and sweet,
if he even went down that road. Right now he just wanted
his cock inside of her.
    He removed his pants easily
enough, and grabbed the soft, generous swells of her ass. When he had her in
his arms he moved them closer toward the wall, and leaned her back against it.
The creamy flesh of her neck beckoned him, and he leaned down and ran his
tongue over her throat. “Wrap your legs around me.” She complied without
hesitance, and he knew that for as much fight as she liked to give him, she was
his right now. He ran his finger up the back of her thigh, and he loved how she
shivered from his touch. She was so damn receptive to him, so giving and
accepting, even if she liked to hate who and what he was. Rian leaned back and saw that she was biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.
    “You hate this, don’t you?” He
said the words softly.
    “Hate what?”
    “Wanting me as
much as you do.”
    She didn’t respond, but then
again when she narrowed her eyes at him he got his answer well enough.
    “If you’re going to fuck me,” she
moved her face closer to his, “then fuck me, Mr. Hartford.”
    A low sound of need left him, and
he kissed her hard enough that the pain from their mouths slamming together
stole his breath. Rian went back to kissing and
sucking at her flesh, and a gasp left her. He was so fucking hard again , as if he hadn’t just come, and
she was so wet. The feeling of her arousal moved along his cock, and all he
wanted to do was shove right into her. Damn, he had
never gotten this hard again so quickly, but that was a testament to how much
he wanted her. He knew she was clean, knew