countered.
“What?” She reared back, and he ended the fruitless discussion by grabbing her around the waist. Malcolm dragged her backward, setting her off-balance, and then he picked her up and dropped her on the bed.
She was quick, scrambling to get to the side. He was quicker. When he was on top of her, there wasn’t anywhere for her to go.
Her eyes were wide and fixed as she stared up at him. Anger first. He’d been prepared for that. What came next was the hardest: hurt, betrayal, and a tiny thread of fear. She struggled, and it sobered him to see how little chance she had against him. No chance. None at all.
“You’re done working today.” Malcolm gave her some small bit of space but not enough to let her think she’d get away.
She bucked against him. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
“I can.” He made his voice stay calm as he exerted just a bit more force. “On rare occasions, my love, you are generous enough to let me tell you it’s time to stop. That’s what I’m telling you. You’re finished for today. No more.”
HE WAS SPEAKING to her like she’d just awoken from a coma. Calmly, reasonably explaining her behavior to her. And he was actually telling her she allowed this—that she’d tacitly agreed to be hauled off to the bed and pinned.
“Get off.” He eased his body off her slightly—just enough to make her comfortable. She didn’t even bother trying to get free. It made no sense that he would act this way all of a sudden, but she didn’t need to understand his little game of cat and mouse. She was no fucking mouse. This was a game of cat and cat, and he was fucking in for it.
“You’ll pay for this,” she warned.
He nodded. “You can name your price. Flesh, blood, body, soul. Anything I have, I’ll give.”
What the fuck was he doing? She pushed against him, and it felt incredible—that same exhilarating rush she felt each time their bodies pressed together. His mass and muscle gave her something real to rail against, some way to expend her pent-up energy and fury. She fought his weight until she was exhausted, panting but much calmer somehow. A knot inside her had begun unraveling. And that felt good.
“I don’t let anyone boss me around.”
“Boss?” His brows drew inward like the thought was foreign to him. “You’re the boss, my love. I said you let me. You allow it. On exceptional occasions like today.”
That was definitely some bogus you’re-not-yourself voicehe was using. Dinah didn’t like it much. She slipped a hand under his sweater and dug her nails into his skin, wincing instantly as phantom pain pierced her own flesh. That wasn’t fair. She couldn’t wound him without feeling it more deeply than he did.
“No.” She arched one last time. It was hopeless. Tears of frustrated effort dripped into her hair. Malcolm dipped his head and nuzzled her, gentle, tender, whispering in her ear.
“Be generous and help me, Dinah. I can’t watch you worry anymore. I can’t see you fret. It has to stop now. You have to let me make it stop. For just a few hours. Name your price for that.”
Dinah sniffed and looked at him. A price? What price? Revenge? Some kind of punishment or compensation? There was only one thing she wanted from him now, and she was absolutely desperate for it. “Take that off.” She nodded at his sweater.
He rose immediately to his knees, pulled his sweater off, and threw it on the floor. “Take it all off,” Dinah said.
He stood up, freeing her. She didn’t move. It was too good to watch him strip down to his skin. His cock was hardening, the heat in his blue eyes driving her crazy. He came to the foot of the bed and started tugging off her pants. She helped by wriggling out of shirt and bra.
“Okay then, make it stop.” She gestured for him to come closer. “If that’s what you want, do it. Fuck me hard until it disappears.” Naked, Dinah lay back on the bed and covered her eyes. He slid his arms underneath her
“What?” She reared back, and he ended the fruitless discussion by grabbing her around the waist. Malcolm dragged her backward, setting her off-balance, and then he picked her up and dropped her on the bed.
She was quick, scrambling to get to the side. He was quicker. When he was on top of her, there wasn’t anywhere for her to go.
Her eyes were wide and fixed as she stared up at him. Anger first. He’d been prepared for that. What came next was the hardest: hurt, betrayal, and a tiny thread of fear. She struggled, and it sobered him to see how little chance she had against him. No chance. None at all.
“You’re done working today.” Malcolm gave her some small bit of space but not enough to let her think she’d get away.
She bucked against him. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
“I can.” He made his voice stay calm as he exerted just a bit more force. “On rare occasions, my love, you are generous enough to let me tell you it’s time to stop. That’s what I’m telling you. You’re finished for today. No more.”
HE WAS SPEAKING to her like she’d just awoken from a coma. Calmly, reasonably explaining her behavior to her. And he was actually telling her she allowed this—that she’d tacitly agreed to be hauled off to the bed and pinned.
“Get off.” He eased his body off her slightly—just enough to make her comfortable. She didn’t even bother trying to get free. It made no sense that he would act this way all of a sudden, but she didn’t need to understand his little game of cat and mouse. She was no fucking mouse. This was a game of cat and cat, and he was fucking in for it.
“You’ll pay for this,” she warned.
He nodded. “You can name your price. Flesh, blood, body, soul. Anything I have, I’ll give.”
What the fuck was he doing? She pushed against him, and it felt incredible—that same exhilarating rush she felt each time their bodies pressed together. His mass and muscle gave her something real to rail against, some way to expend her pent-up energy and fury. She fought his weight until she was exhausted, panting but much calmer somehow. A knot inside her had begun unraveling. And that felt good.
“I don’t let anyone boss me around.”
“Boss?” His brows drew inward like the thought was foreign to him. “You’re the boss, my love. I said you let me. You allow it. On exceptional occasions like today.”
That was definitely some bogus you’re-not-yourself voicehe was using. Dinah didn’t like it much. She slipped a hand under his sweater and dug her nails into his skin, wincing instantly as phantom pain pierced her own flesh. That wasn’t fair. She couldn’t wound him without feeling it more deeply than he did.
“No.” She arched one last time. It was hopeless. Tears of frustrated effort dripped into her hair. Malcolm dipped his head and nuzzled her, gentle, tender, whispering in her ear.
“Be generous and help me, Dinah. I can’t watch you worry anymore. I can’t see you fret. It has to stop now. You have to let me make it stop. For just a few hours. Name your price for that.”
Dinah sniffed and looked at him. A price? What price? Revenge? Some kind of punishment or compensation? There was only one thing she wanted from him now, and she was absolutely desperate for it. “Take that off.” She nodded at his sweater.
He rose immediately to his knees, pulled his sweater off, and threw it on the floor. “Take it all off,” Dinah said.
He stood up, freeing her. She didn’t move. It was too good to watch him strip down to his skin. His cock was hardening, the heat in his blue eyes driving her crazy. He came to the foot of the bed and started tugging off her pants. She helped by wriggling out of shirt and bra.
“Okay then, make it stop.” She gestured for him to come closer. “If that’s what you want, do it. Fuck me hard until it disappears.” Naked, Dinah lay back on the bed and covered her eyes. He slid his arms underneath her
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