“Do you know what I really want?” he growled, stepping in closer, lowering his voice to a whisper.
He flooded my mind with his thoughts: Me bent over the desk in front of us. Him pounding his cock into me as I moaned for more.
“That is what I dreamed of.” He took hold of my chin. “That is what brought me here, and why you must go. It is for your own good.”
My mouth went dry. Heat filled my lower belly. Suddenly, the thought of him taking me over this desk sounded good. It called to a hunger inside me that had been there all along, but I’d refused to acknowledge.
I stared up into his hypnotic blue eyes. What if I want it? What if I want…you?
“Do not make such reckless decisions, Jeni. Think long and hard about what you are saying. I will never love you. I will never stay with you.” He cupped his hand behind my head, pulling me flush with his body so I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach.
A hard wave of need rolled through me. Whatever he wanted, he could have it. I wanted to be under his control. I wanted him to fuck me.
Slowly, I turned around, planting my hands on the desk. A long moment passed, and then I felt his hands gliding to my hips. He pushed his palm between my legs and stroked me hard.
I shut my eyes and sucked in a sharp breath. I could feel what he was thinking, that he wanted to savor this.
He stripped away my damp coat and dropped it to the floor. He moved his warm hands under my sweater, cupping my breasts and squeezing them as he ground his cock against my ass. Every time he touched my skin, I felt a surge of heat pass through me. I didn’t know who this man really was. I just knew that he was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
“That is correct, Miss Arnold. I am an abomination. I do not need my memories to tell me that.” He pushed his hot breath into my ear.
My body shuddered with erotic pulses, the space between my legs aching for him to be inside me. I’d seen his cock. I knew it was thick and long. In my mind, I imagined the sinful sensation of him slamming it inside me and taking me hard. I imagined him coming over and over again, coating the wall of my pussy.
He tightened his grip on my hip and pushed deeper between my legs with the other hand. I knew he read my thoughts. I knew he could see my dark desires.
He slammed me facedown on the desk, holding me in place with one hand between my shoulder blades. “Is this what you want? You want me to fuck you like an animal.”
No, I wanted him to fuck me like I was his.
His free hand moved behind me, and then he tore down my jeans and panties, leaving my bare ass exposed to him.
His cold hands gripped my hips and then…
I gasped from the delicious pain of his penetration. He pulled out and thrust once more, making me cry out. He used his powerful arms and the weight of his large frame to hold me in place and drive deep.
Each time he left me, I ached. Each time he filled me back up, I felt a rush of dark, delicious pleasure.
I moaned in ecstasy, soaking up the sensation of his cock pounding into me, the friction of it gliding against my tight walls, fueling the fire. Each stroke pushed me closer, to a place where only his body and mine existed, where he gave me pleasure that mixed with the sweet pain of his thick cock.
I moved my hands over the desk and wrapped my fingers around the edge, trying to brace myself as his large frame bowed over my back and his hips slammed into me at a steady pace. He fucked like I thought he would. In control, taking what he wanted, sating his lust like a dark hungry creature.
I wanted it.
I wanted him to use my body for his pleasure. I wanted to hear him growl as he came. I wanted his mind filled with thoughts of me.
I lifted my ass, allowing him to drive deeper, welcoming him into my body.
He took the offer.
It hurt. It hurt so good when his length pushed too far. I savored the fact that my cries fueled him. He relished knowing he was too big for my body. I could feel his male ego delighting in it.
Why did I want to please him so much? Why did feeding his dark sadistic nature make me want to come?
I didn’t know.
I didn’t care.
I lifted my chest off the desk, planting my forearms in front of me. The pace of his thrusting grew faster, each movement more forceful.
I rocked my hips back, in time to each motion, welcoming his hungry cock. That’s right. Fuck me, I thought. Fuck me. Give me everything. Just don’t stop.
The head of his shaft worked against that spot deep inside me, and then I exploded. My entire body clenched up as the hard wave of ecstasy took hold, pushing my mind out of my body.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. There was only him and me and an endless stream of erotic pulses I had no control over.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned with pleasure. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” His words told me that he was right there inside my head—feeling, hearing, knowing what I knew: This was not just fucking. This was not savage lust, sinful and crude. He was inside my body and mind, and I was giving myself over to him.
The waves of pleasure began to abate, my mind becoming aware of us again, of him hammering into me, taking what he needed.
Then he stopped, fully sheathed inside my slick walls. He released a guttural groan, like a ferocious predator. He held my hips firm, digging his fingers into the soft skin as he flooded me.
I gently rocked my hips, wanting to milk it, to make his pleasure last longer. I wanted him to feel what I had just felt.
Our bodies craved one another.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
After we had sex, Jack didn’t say much. He never did, but this felt different. I could see a wildness in his blue eyes, like he was lit on fire.
We dressed, and he took my hand, dragging me back to the hotel several blocks away.
It was night now, dark and foggy, but no longer raining. Thank God.
The strange part was, as we passed a group of sketchy guys on the street, all with neck tats and hands suspiciously in their pockets, they took one look at us and walked away.
Maybe they sensed what I was—this Seer who could send death after them. I didn’t know, but in my heart, I understood that I’d turned some sort of corner. I’d shed my old skin. I wasn’t afraid of people anymore. I wasn’t afraid of anything except losing Jack. He felt like an anchor in my dark storm.
And, no, it didn’t make sense. I had just met him, but I couldn’t help how I felt. His power drew me in. His beauty was addictive. His darkness was hypnotic.
We got back to his room, and he immediately stripped off my clothes. He stroked between my legs and kissed me hard, his lips lulling me away from reality.
He stripped off his own clothes, giving me another glimpse of the hard sleek muscles covering his tall frame. Thick strong thighs, protruding biceps, washboard abs. His skin was smooth and flawless, a light-olive tone with a smattering of black hair between his chest muscles.
For as long as I lived, I knew I would never see a man like him again. Too wickedly beautiful for words.
He pushed me down on the bed and lay over me, kissing my neck, massaging my breasts, grinding his hard shaft between my legs. His breathing was heavy and filled with faint growls.
“I’m going to fuck you again and again, Jeni. I’m going to make you see how merciless I can be.”
I didn’t care. Whatever spell he held over me, I wanted it. I wanted him.