by Lynda Chance
“What’s that?” she asked, glancing at what looked like a business card.
His eyes narrowed and he said through gritted teeth, “The name of a good attorney.”
Her heart skipped a beat and then began pounding so hard she could hear it in her eardrums. “An attorney?”
He took a step closer. “The best in the state. He specializes in sexual harassment. You’re going to need his services.”
Chapter Six
Holy. Shit. He was calling her bluff. A rush of white noise drowning out her thought process, her vocal chords seized up and she was unable to say a word. He tipped his chin up in a nod, as if he were confirming something that was registering in her head, and she took another step backward as he took another step forward.
“Garrett—”
“Yeah?” He reached out and swiped her hand in his and pulled her into his torso with a force that almost knocked the breath from her.
She tilted her head and looked up at him. “I don’t think—”
He cut her off with twisted lips. “I don’t care.”
Her nipples pebbled against the material of his t-shirt. “You can’t just—”
His hand sank into her hair and a look of utter command came over his features. “Yeah, I can.”
“But I don’t want—”
“I think you do want.” The fingers in her hair threaded all the way to her scalp and tightened, holding her firmly in his grip.
Her eyes widened and she made a last desperate attempt to wriggle from his hold.
He retaliated swiftly, swinging her around until her back was against the wall. He tried to force a leg between her knees, but her skirt was pencil slim, and with a low, pained sound coming from the back of his throat, he released her scalp just long enough to jerk her skirt up around her hips. She had nothing on underneath except satin briefs, and without missing a beat, he grasped the material at her hips and ripped her panties down her legs.
He forcibly lifted one foot and then the other, tossing her underwear aside. He pushed his knee between her thighs to hold her legs open and looked down toward her nude lower half. Her eyes closing, she heard him suck in a sharp breath through his teeth.
The back of Maria’s head hit the wall, and she stood still, trying to take in oxygen as Garrett lifted a finger and trailed it down her cheek in a gentle touch that somehow made it all the more threatening. “So gorgeous,” he rasped out in a hoarse voice. “So fucking beautiful.”
He leaned in to kiss her, his fingers moving to her chin and pulling it downward, giving him quick access to her mouth. Without thinking, her hands slid to his shoulders and clung. His kiss came quickly and was hard, hot, hungry, wet. Trying to fully grasp the situation, her breath hitched as heat blossomed between her thighs.
His hand snaked down with a determined path and found her slick, bare mound. At the first contact, a wave of heat slid down her spine at the same second that she felt his muscles contract under her palms, proving to her that he was just as involved in the moment. As his lips and tongue continued to ravish her mouth, his tongue plunging inside and retreating again and again, his fingers slid through her wet folds and found her clit. A coil of pure pleasure lashed out at her, and a moan escaped from the back of her throat, her hands clinging to him more tightly, trying to find stability in a world suddenly careening out of her control.
She was melting under a heady desire, and in the back of her mind, she was only glad that this was finally happening. She’d wanted this for so long, and she was glad that he was taking control, pushing them to this point. Maybe she’d never fully admitted it, but there was something that Garrett Rule had that she’d never come across in another man before. He had something, even if it was indefinable, and by God, she wanted it, or rather, her libido wanted it, even if her saner self wasn’t quite so sure.
A tickling concern came to her through the drugging of hunger clouding her head. She only had a few seconds, because in a few moments, he’d make a move for his zipper, and she knew she wasn’t going to stop him so she had to use her brain while it was still halfway functioning. Before this went any further, she broke her mouth from his and turned her head away, trying to get enough air to speak.
He pulled her face back around for his kiss, sinking his hand into her hair to hold her captive. Fireworks went off in her head, but she couldn’t let them get out of control before she’d settled this between them. She broke away again and managed to get her lips a few centimeters from his. “Garrett—”
He let her mouth go, but his forehead fell against hers and he tightened his palm into her mound, his fingers sinking into a firmer grip. “What?”
“Do you have a—”
His eyes snapped open and she saw the impatient glaze of heat surrounding his irises. “Have a what?”
“A condom,” she said softly.
As if in answer, he reached down and nipped sharply at her lower lip before grabbing one of her hands and pushing it against the wall, holding her firmly in place. He stared down at her, his eyes lit with a mercurial fever as he stated in what seemed to be recrimination, “I’ve been packing twenty-four/seven since the first moment I saw you.”
His answer, though affirmative, was hardly reassuring. As he stared down at her, holding her against the sheetrock, there seemed to be an accusatory look of barely-concealed restraint on his features that was saying his emotions, his actions, were her fault.
The lines of brooding hunger on his face were sending wary waves of heat through her system. Her stomach was flipping wildly with excitement, but she didn’t know if it was because of the almost feral hold of primal intent that he held her captured with, or in spite of it.
His eyes holding hers with a molten look of ownership, his fingers threaded through hers as he continued to hold her hand against the wall. With his other hand still claiming the naked heat between her thighs, his fingers caressed with an inexorable determination that was fast making her lose her sanity.
Her eyelids began to drop.
“No,” he stated unequivocally.
Her eyes widened and stayed glued to his as a wave of heat made her push against the fingers that were teasing her. “No?”
He shook his head. “Want to see it when you come.”
“Garrett-”
“What?”
She was barely able to hold his gaze. “I can’t,” she whispered, her eyes slipping closed.
A dark frown descended on his features. “Why not?”
“It’s too—”
“Too what?” he bit out harshly.
“Too intimate.”
A slow, heated noise of reprisal came from his lips. He released her from his hold, but he continued to pin her in place against the wall with his torso, giving her no chance to maneuver away from him, as if he were readying himself to take some sort of twisted masculine revenge. Her eyes opened only a fraction before widening at his abrupt actions.
With a one-track, ruthless intent, he pulled his boots and socks off within seconds flat and made quick work of the fastening on his pants. Without any hesitation at all, he pushed his jeans and underwear down and off, pulling a plastic square from the pocket before tossing the garments aside. All the while, he held her plastered against the wall with a male dominance that left her little room to form a cohesive thought. He released her momentarily, stepping away from her to take his cock in his hand, his fist enclosing his length and stroking, causing a bead of pre-cum to seep from his slit. Even as he rolled the condom on his engorged length, he kept his eyes on her, undoubtedly knowing she was helpless to do anything but watch his movements, and probably knowing from her restless movements that the sight of his cock was arousing her.
With an impatient, jerky motion, he ripped open and discarded his shirt, then put his hands on either side of her blouse and tore it open. The sibilant hiss of material giving and the sound of buttons popping froze her in place, and a wicked shimmy of wanton heat slammed through her bloodstream. He held her ey
es as he slowly, deliberately pulled her shirt off, and unzipped her skirt and allowed it to fall to her feet, leaving her naked but for her bra.
Feeling almost as if she were having a sexual dream, or an out-of-body experience, Maria’s heart beat loudly in her ears as Garrett pulled the cups of her bra down, forcing her breasts to pop out over the top, all the while staring into her eyes as he did it.
A hot, sexual moment passed between them before, slowly, his eyes dropped to her chest. His cheekbones became tinged with red, his expression showing a sudden strain. His lips molded into a satanic twist and his nostrils flared.
With a strength that astounded her, he lifted her at the butt and picked her up, putting her back against the wall and maneuvering her legs around his waist. In seconds, Maria felt his erection, hot and hard against her opening.
He lifted her chin, so his eyes caught and held hers again as he began pushing inside with an unrelenting force. Maria sucked in a breath and swallowed, her eyes on his as he thrust inside. The look on his face screamed satisfaction, and in some dark corner of her mind, realization dawned that it wasn’t only a sexual satisfaction he was feeling.
His erection was large and pulsing, wide and hard as he stretched her feminine flesh. Her breath hitched as he came to a halt and she knew he’d accomplished his goal; he was fully seated within her.
He bent his head and bit her bottom lip, and then lifted his face once again, penetrating her with his stare. His mouth tightening into lines of strain, he pulled out and then plunged in again with a force that dragged a startled cry from her lips, even as her body softened for him. Suddenly, he hissed out, “I’m looking and I’m having.”
Abruptly, his words pierced through the haze of desire she was feeling and she felt a flare of temper. “What?” She pushed her hands against his chest and tried to rear back, not quite believing he was throwing her words back at her. Her words that had been spoken in Spanish. The son-of-a-bitch spoke Spanish? “What did you say?” she asked again, letting her nails grip his unyielding flesh.
Holding her under her bottom with one hand, his other sank into her hair, his fingers threading all the way into her scalp to hold her captured tightly. “I said I’m looking at you and I’m having you.” Staring at her and gritting his teeth, he withdrew before pumping back inside so forcefully that her body began sinking with delight even as her mind remained clouded in anger.
“You understand Spanish,” she accused tightly.
“Yeah,” he bit out as if it were nothing.
Her head began swimming under the knowledge, while she tried to think of everything she might have said in front of him that she hadn’t realized he understood. Shit. “You lied to me.”
His eyes narrowed at the accusation as his hands gripped tighter. “I never lied to you.”
“That’s crap. A lie by omission is still a lie.”
“I don’t think so, and I’m not having this conversation. I speak Spanish, big fucking deal.”
Her hands pressed against his chest even as she itched for relief. “I don’t have room in my life for a liar, Garrett.”
“I’m not a liar—just because I saw an opportunity to withhold information doesn’t in any way make me a goddamned liar,” he disputed. “You’re just pissed because I’ve won.”
“You haven’t won anything.”
“No?” With that taunting word standing between them while they stared at each other like two opponents on a field of combat, he pulled back out and then stroked back inside with a degree of heat that had the oxygen snagging in her lungs.
“See, baby?” he asked, as he took another stroke.
Somewhere in her lust-addled brain, Maria knew she was supposed to be hanging onto her anger. But the relentless thrusts of his body holding her pinned to the wall weren’t leaving room for anything more than the dangerous sizzle of raw sexual satisfaction her body was demanding.
His next stroke hit a magic place inside, and a thousand erotic lights began dancing in her head as passion clawed its way up and took over her entire body, leaving little room for anything else.
Leaning down, he nipped her lip with his teeth once more before focusing on her again. His mouth opened and he uttered a menacing warning. “This isn’t a goddamn contest, but trust me, if it were, I’d be the winner. You shouldn’t have said what you did to that asshole, and his fucking arm shouldn’t have been around you.”
At his arrogant words, despite the arousal holding her in its grip, she let out a small, negative sound of refutation.
“Oh, goddamn,” he bit out, undoubtedly understanding she wasn’t giving up. “Let’s go over this one more fucking time.” His fingers fisted her hair more tightly just as he took another hard, deep thrust, bottoming out and staying inside her. “Nobody touches you, got that?”
His gaze pierced hers and she stared back, panting. She was literally dying for him to continue thrusting, his body moving inside of hers felt like heaven on earth but his intractable demand was sending warning bells down her spine and she felt the need to fight back, at least verbally. “You don’t own me.”
“No?” He took a stroke and slammed back inside, making her head spin. “Whose dick’s buried inside your pussy right now?”
The primal words shocked her and radiated down her spine as tendrils of heat exploded deep inside, where they were joined.
His fingers clenched into her butt cheek. “Answer me. Whose. Dick. Is. Buried. Inside. Your. Pussy?”
Dear God, Shit. Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ. “Y-yours,” she stammered.
“That’s right. And that’s the way it’s going to be from now on. So be a good little girl and agree to what I’m telling you. Nobody fucking touches you.”
Maria swallowed, wanting nothing more than to agree just so he’d let her climax; the memory of the last orgasm he’d given her was tempting her to allow him whatever he wanted. But the incendiary heat in his eyes, the territorial flaring of his nostrils were sending a quiver of unease to land like a lead ball in her stomach. It wasn’t as if she wanted to sleep with anyone else, that wasn’t it. It was the control over her that he was demanding that was panicking her. She licked her lips and tried to form the words that he wanted. “I—”
When she stalled, he leaned down, kissing her quickly as he pushed with his hips. “Just agree with me baby and I’ll take you straight to heaven.”
The truth came tumbling from her lips. “I’m nervous—scared.”
A harsh frown came between his eyebrows, but then his features suddenly softened a bit. His forehead came down and pressed against hers and the hand in her hair became caressing. “Sweetheart, nothing bad is going to happen here. You’re safe with me. I’m not going to let you come to any grief. But you have to understand that this is the way it’s going to be. I want to fuck you—I’m going to want to fuck you over and over again, and part of that means that nobody else gets to touch you.” He took a breath. “Now say it.”
A flaming ball of emotional crap landed just below her breastbone. She wanted what he was describing, in all its fucked-up glory. She could sense how awesome he’d be in bed, as a dominant lover. Even now, she was a hair’s breadth away from climaxing. But the possessive, caveman antics were giving her blaring red lights. But Christ, maybe she could just agree with him now and worry about it later? That was messed-up, she knew it was. But she needed to come. And really, at the moment, there wasn’t anyone else she wanted to be with, so she wouldn’t be lying to him. It would just be short-term. Yeah, that was it. Short-term. With that compromise easing her conscience, she said softly, “Okay.”
“Okay, what?” he insisted.
“Okay, I agree.”
“Say it.”
“Nobody—” Why was this situation so difficult?
“Nobody touches you—say it.”
Instead of saying it, she found herself asking her own question. “And nobody touches you either, right?”
His answer came immediately, almost as
if he were outraged at the mere suggestion. “Hell, no. Fuck, no, nobody. Nobody but you.”
His ready agreement ratcheted up her heat by another degree and she took a shuddering breath. With his guarantee, she was more able to give him the concession he wanted. “Okay. Nobody touches me.”
The second her words were spoken, he withdrew and then sank back inside. His hands gripped her tightly as his mouth fell to hers. He began long, even strokes, moving in and out, his tongue swirling around hers and Maria found it hard to keep breathing. He was amazing. Christ, he was awesome. It felt so good. She wriggled her pelvis against him as with a slow, relentless stroke, he plunged with continuous, mind-scorching thrusts. It was there, she could feel it and her hands lifted to wrap around his face. Tilting her head for a more perfect fit, she kissed him back. Long, soul-destroying kisses that she’d never known could exist. She rocked against him, knowing she was close.
His body began shaking, his muscles hardening, and his strokes became harder, firmer, pushing against her in just the right spot.
Maria flew over the edge with a rush of heat and a moan coming from her lips. Lights exploded in her brain as she pushed against him, milking her orgasm for all it was worth. He stiffened against her, seemed to grow larger within her, and then he let out a loud, deep groan as he pushed up inside her to another degree. He held it there, and the vibrations of his body against hers were spectacular, prolonging her orgasm. With his groan loud in her ear, her breathing began slowing, and her heart almost shattered when she realized that he’d just spoiled sex for her for the rest of her life.
It would never be like that again, unless it was with him. She knew that, indelibly.
****
Garrett leaned his head against Maria’s forehead and took forcible intakes of oxygen. Still buried deep inside of her, the fingers of one hand clenched around her butt cheek while he slowly released her scalp with the other, letting his hand slide down and sink around her ass. Hoisting her up, refusing to release her, he turned and spun around, dropping her to the bed and then coming down on top of her.