by Dark, Raven
Archer shook his head at her, then stalked across the street for the entrance to her building. Christ, she was gonna get it now.
17
Nice
The lock on the front door to her apartment jiggled and the key turned with a sharp click. Gwen’s breathing quickened.
“You better be on that bed waiting for me, Gwen.”
She drew a deep breath. Then she hurried across the room and shoved on the door just as he opened it. “Go away, Archer. There are laws against this sort of thing.”
He shoved the door wide. Gwen stumbled back with a curse. Well, she’d told him she wanted it to feel real.
“Seriously?” His huge form filled the entrance. Holy hell. She’d never seen such a menacing look on his face before. “What makes you think you have a chance of getting away from me?”
“Jesus, Archer. If you’re gonna talk like that, get in here. I don’t want the whole hall hearing you.” She managed to put on an angry look, as if they were a couple having a tiff too public for her liking.
A ghost of a smile played at his lips and for a moment she saw the real him under the thug in her doorway. The cantankerous karate master she’d grown to care for. And who’d somehow grown to care for her. Then the bad man’s mask slipped back into place and he strode into the apartment. He shut the door and jerked the lock in place.
Archer slowly made his way toward her. “Are you telling me what to do, Gwen?”
The instinctive urge to submit jumped up in her, but she called up the fighter within, still so foreign to her. “Get out, Archer.”
He stopped a foot from her, fists tight. Had he always been that huge? Her apartment wasn’t tiny, but he made it seem cramped.
“You aren’t where I told you to be.” He nodded to her bedroom down the hall. “Why aren’t you in there, waiting for me to fuck you?”
“Why is it so hard to understand? I don’t want to be with you anymore. You’re too rough.”
“You like teasing me, don’t you?” Archer closed the space between them. “If you don’t stop mouthing off, I’ll do a lot worse. I asked you a question. You like teasing me, don’t you?”
When she still didn’t answer, he fisted the back of her hair, tugging with just the right bite of pain.
“Answer me.” He pulled a little harder and the pain went straight to her clit.
“Fuck off. Let go.”
Pride flashed in his eyes and it took her a minute to realize why. She hadn’t hesitated to stand up to him.
He released her and shoved her toward the bedroom. “Get in there. I got plans for you, sweet thing.”
The threat made her stomach dance. Would he spend all night ravaging her again and again, slaking himself until the early hours? Her pussy throbbed.
At the door to the bedroom, she couldn’t resist the urge to rile him. She turned back to him. “You won’t get away with this. You might as well get out now.”
Archer stalked to her and seized the front of her shirt in his fists. “The more you fight, the worse I’ll make it for you.”
She shoved him, tentatively at first. When his eyes sparkled, she remembered the way he’d reacted in class. She shoved him again, hard in the chest. “Get off me.”
He shoved her just enough to make it feel real. “That way, sweetness.”
She thrust her hands into his chest, the trained responses fitting perfectly with the role. Somehow, it filled her with a rush to react with them.
“I said back off.”
“Excuse me?” He reached for her.
Gwen swatted at him. Her hand connected with his face with a loud crack. She stared, wide-eyed. She’d never smacked him like that. Nervousness wound through her until she saw the dark hunger in his eyes, the amused twist of his mouth.
Oh, shit. He really did like being hit.
“Is that the best you can do?” He stalked forward, forcing her toward the bed. “You know how hard it makes me when you fight.”
Heat scorched her blood. When he reached for her again, she whacked him, hard across the face.
“Ohh, feisty, I like it.” He grabbed her around the waist, trapping her against him so suddenly she couldn’t have stopped it. Gwen’s knees weakened and she almost slumped against him. Then his arm tightened around her shoulders from behind.
Exactly as it had in training.
She shouted and stomped her foot into his. Then she thrust her elbow into his solar plexus. Archer made a gruff noise, releasing her. She whipped around and kicked her foot into his knee with another shout.
Archer staggered back, and for an instant, warmth flashed in his eyes under the pain. The next instant, he seized her arm, shoving her backwards. “Get on the bed now, before I mop the floor with you.”
Gwen turned and tried to run.
Archer caught her easily and tossed her on the bed.
“Take your clothes off.”
“No!”
“Now.”
“Fuck you.” She punched at his face. Too far? It didn’t matter, because it didn’t connect. His palm shot up and caught her fist like some dark and twisted superhero out of an action movie.
Archer spun her, twisting her arm behind her while his other hand shoved her cheek into the mattress. The helplessness of the position sent drugged desperation for him through her. She’d never felt so desired, so heady in all her life.
“Archer…” She caught the slip and managed to blend it into the role. “Archer, please, stop. I’ll do whatever you say.”
His hand loosened on her arm and he bent his head to hers. Hot breath fanned her face. “Clothes off, now, or I rip them off.”
She nearly wished she hadn’t agreed to take them off. It would have been so hot to have him tear into her clothes, exposing her for him.
Then again… She got up slowly. When he stepped back to give her space to strip, she bolted for the door.
A dangerous laugh rumbled from him and Archer snatched her waist.
“Uh uh, get back here.” He flung her around to the bed. She bounced onto the mattress. Before she could react, he was on her.
“Fine, let’s play this game.” He fended off her flailing arms and straddled her, pinning her to the mattress. His fists seized her shirt and he ripped it open, from neck to waist in one swift tear.
“You son of a bitch! GET OFF.” She loved the exertion she had to put into hitting his chest. He didn’t flinch, but his eyes burned with arousal. She kicked, and he thrust her hands into the mattress above her head.
Training kicked in, and she almost thrust her arms up to get him off.
“Don’t even.” His smile was dark. “Behave and let me take what’s mine.”
What’s his? Oh, fuck.
When she made to thrust her arms up above her, he tightened his hands on her wrists until it almost hurt.
“I said behave yourself, or I’ll turn you over. You want it up the ass?”
His words sank in, and the first real bite of trepidation hit her. “No, don’t.”
“Then be good and I’ll take your pussy. Understand?”
She withheld a smile. She’d wondered how he might react and still keep up the role. “Just get it over with.”
“Oh, no.” Archer released her hands and traced one finger down between her breasts, along her stomach to the waist of her skirt. He bent, scraping his stubble over her cheek. “I’m gonna take my time with you. You’re mine for the night now.” His mouth ran a hot, wet line along her neck to her cheek.
Pure, molten need ripped through her and it took everything in her not to put her head back and surrender to him. She put her head aside and made a disgusted sound.
“Good girl.” He unclipped her bra, twisted the front of her skirt open. A low, mean sound left him. He climbed off her and ripped the skirt away, dragging his fingers down her legs as he went.
Gwen struggled to her feet, and Archer shoved her back down across the mattress, hand to her throat. His head swooped down, and she swiped her head
aside to escape his kiss. He seized her jaw and jerked her face to his. His mouth savaged hers.
The heat of his lips forcing hers apart turned her blood to fire in her veins. His hot tongue speared inside, dominating. She tried to pull away and his fingers bit into her jaw. He let out a low moan against her mouth. The need to rile him further took over, and she bit his tongue.
Archer reared up with a grunt. “Ouch.” His palm swiped her cheek. Only a whisper of skin on skin, but the sting made her pussy clench. She’d told him to hit her, light slapping only, but she’d wondered if he actually would.
“Bite me like that again, and I’ll really belt you.” He bent and his teeth scraped her neck. She turned her head to bite his ear.
Archer shot up and his jaw clenched. “All right, have it your way.”
He shoved a hand into his pocket and pulled a kerchief. Her eyes widened the instant before he balled it up and shoved it into her mouth. He clamped his huge hand over it, trapping the gag there.
“You want to mouth off, fine. It’s alright, sweetness. I like it better this way.”
Oh, heck. There was something so dark, so dirty about being taken like this, gagged so she couldn’t scream properly and no one would hear her. If only she didn’t dislike anal. The way he’d threatened to take her ass earlier made her want to feel him pounding her in such a forbidden way.
Archer pulled her so that her ass was at the edge of her bed. He jerked her knees up and set himself between her legs.
A belt clinked and his fly unzipped. Something about the canal sound of it called her to fight him. She tried to lift up, ready to spit out the kerchief.
“Don’t you dare.”
She lay back. Archer’s breathing filled her ears, the ragged sound of it stoking her need. Gwen sat up a little, watching his fist work that fabulous cock. Her mouth watered at the look of his wickedly hardened length.
“Such a gorgeous pussy.” He ran his fingers through her slick folds. “You shaved for me, too. Nice.”
The curve of his hardness rubbed slowly over her core, antagonizing her already mounting need. God, she wanted him. She let out a moan around the gag, then tried to make it sound fearful.
“Yeah, you want it, don’t you.” He bent over her, pinning her into the mattress with his frame, and shoved her knee’s a little higher on his hips, spreading her wider for him. An instant later, his head dipped and he sucked one of her nipples, a long hard pull that brought a whimper from her.
When he lifted up, Gwen shoved at his shoulders, scratching her nails down his chest. A low growl rumbled from him and he shivered against her, his cock jerking hard against her core. He nipped the other nipple, then sucked.
Fuck, he actually liked her scratching him. She did it again.
He shifted so he loomed over her. “Keep that up. You make me so damn hard, I’m gonna enjoy this.”
The head of Archer’s cock brushed against her core. It was the only warning she had before he slammed into her, swift, brutal.
Gwen bucked and cried out against the gag at the sheer bolt of pleasure that ripped through her.
His fist tangled in her hair, trapping her head back. “Ohh, yeah. Damn, you feel good, you know that?” He slid slowly out and thrust back in.
Gwen whimpered helplessly.
“So good.” Another thrust. His hand slid around her throat. Just enough to remind her what he could do to her.
Ah, the small added detail warmed her heart. She groaned, pushing against him without thinking.
“See, I knew you liked it.” He nipped her ear. Sliding in and out of her, the aggression snapped her back into the role and she pounded the mattress with her feet. She raked her nails down his chest hard enough to tear his shirt, and pushed a scream out around the gag.
“That’s it. You go ahead and fight. Make me want you more.”
The real hunger in his voice spurred her on. She thrashed and screamed, the muffled sound of it fueling her own need.
“Watch all that screaming, sweet thing. You don’t want all your neighbors hearing you getting fucked, do you?”
Right, her neighbors. She silenced, laying her head against the mattress. Relaxing, like she was giving in.
“That’s better. I’m just getting started.”
His thrusts took on a slow but firm rhythm. She got the implications. He knew she wasn’t getting away, so he could enjoy her at his leisure now. Every thrust sent a new ripple of pleasure through her, taking her higher. It took everything in her not to fuck him back, especially when his hand shackled her wrists, pinning them beside her head.
“Nope, you lie there and take it ‘til I come.”
The words, his tone sent her control spiraling. Damn it, if she didn’t come now, she’d explode. The intensity of everything he did was just too much.
Just when she thought she’d come apart at the seams, he fisted her hair and his thrusts became savage.
“Fuck, Gwen, come…”
White lights lanced across her vision and the explosive pleasure that ripped into her became the whole of her world. Archer yanked the gag out of her mouth Gwen bucked against him and whimpered his name.
Archer’s mouth raked over hers, hot, hard, and intense. He thrust forward a hand full of times, and then growled his release into her mouth. A final shudder took over him. He slumped against her.
“Jesus.” His grip on her hands loosened and he stroked her palms with his fingers, burying his face in her neck.
Panting, Gwen reached up and ran her hands through his hair. “Oh my God. That was intense.”
He chuckled and drew back. Admiration and appreciation filled his eyes. “And to think…”
“What?”
“I was being nice.”
She widened her eyes. “Holy shit.”
If that was nice, would she be able to handle his mean side?
18
What A Proper Woman Won’t Do
Gwen lay curled up in Archer’s embrace while he leaned against her headboard. He’d pulled the blankets up around them and now ran his hand through her still damp hair. A hint of her apple soap he’d used in their shower filled her nose, mixing with the heady, masculine scent that was him. The intoxicating aroma wrapped around her, and she inhaled deep.
“Did you mean what you said, Sir? About being nice that time?”
He grinned one of his panty dropping grins. “Yeah.” He nudged her shoulder. “Sit up for a second.”
She sat up and looked into his face.
“What’s up with you and anal?” he asked.
She sighed. “I only did it once. It hurt.” When she saw the concern in his eyes, she widened hers. “Oh, he wasn’t mean about it, I didn’t like it and he stopped. But it was also the last time I saw him.” She looked away.
He ran his thumb over her bare shoulder. “What a dick. I’m sorry.”
“I wish I didn’t dislike it. I sort of wanted it when you threatened to do it that way.”
He chuckled, turning her so she lay with her back against his chest. “Trust me it can be hot as hell. Will you try it with me?”
She swallowed. “Now?”
“No. I think it would make a perfect punishment.”
“How?” She looked over her shoulder at him. “Aren’t punishments supposed to be unpleasant?”
“Not necessarily. Every Dom is different. I prefer to make punishment something that pushes your limits. I’ll show you sometime when you fuck up.” He nibbled her ear.
She tensed, uncertainty biting into her. Archer tightened his arms around her.
“I’ll make it so good for you, you’ll fuck up just to make me do it. And if it ever gets to be too much, you say red. Okay?”
She made herself nod. How could he make her so desperate for something she didn’t like? And why did the fact she didn’t like it make her want him to do it more?
“I must be sick.” She ran her hand over his leg. “I almost want you to hurt me.”
He grunted. “M
asochist.” He bit her ear and she bit back a whimper.
“It doesn’t matter, though.”
“What?”
“I don’t plan to make a mistake, so you won’t be fucking my ass.”
“Good luck with that, sweet thing.” His voice oozed sexy threat. “See, that’s the beauty of BDSM. A sub’s fucking up is inevitable. Eventually I will push you the right way, and you’ll slip. And the first time you slip…” His tongue darted into her ear. “…your ass is mine.”
“Shit… Archer…” What a mind fuck. “I can’t wait to see what you do to me next time we do a ravishment scene.” She panted. “Are you going to hurt me, Archer?” Desire raced through her.
He groaned and jerked her face up to his. “You know it.” His mouth ravaged hers and he slid two fingers into her center.
Gwen lost herself in his cruel kiss.
When he stopped, he drew back and his eyes were tender. “There’s a tournament two weeks from this Saturday.” His tongue traced the seam of her lips. “Come with me.”
Gwen pulled back a little. “Really? As a date?”
“No, as my maid.” He smirked. “Yes, as a date.”
She smiled, but it almost slid away. Secretly, it relieved her that Ace wouldn’t be going to this tournament. He went to them every year, but she’d heard him say he and Chad were skipping it. She still had no idea how to tell her family about her and Archer. The idea that Ace would find out filled her with dread.
“So do you want to go?” He kissed his way along her neck. “There’s a party after for the victor.”
“Which will be you, right?”
“Well, if it is, when we come home, I’m going to claim my prize.”
“With a ravishment scene?”
“Of course.”
She brushed her lips with his. “It’s a date.”
Archer’s deep, needy kiss quickly put all thoughts of her family, and how to deal with them, out of her mind.
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