His frame presses into me, his chest huge and hot and hard against my back. Fingers sweep my hair off of my shoulder with a malevolent tenderness. Hot breath fans my neck.
My heartbeat hammers in my ears. I’m terrified, but the ache building between my legs makes me hate myself as much as him. I’ve never felt so powerless in my life.
I close my eyes, letting out a slow, silent breath, praying for guidance. Of course, there is no answer. I know he can feel my whole body trembling.
“Oh, this is too good. You really are an innocent. You have no idea what to say or do here.”
His words make me feel exposed. Naked. Helpless.
One of his huge hands glides around my waist. It’s big enough to take up my whole side. His fingers splay across my belly, making the muscles there quiver. The metal from his rings is heated, branding my skin.
I lick my lips, waiting for the inevitable.
Spider’s other hand slides around my throat. My breath stills.
His fingers add no pressure, but having them there and knowing I can’t push him away is enough to send my mind into a tailspin of panic.
“Trust me, Wildcat. It doesn’t matter if you don’t know what to say,” he rasps, running his face along the side of my hair. His voice is a heady growl that sounds as close to an animal as I’ve ever heard a man’s voice sound. “In a minute, your mouth will be too full to say anything anyway.”
My mind races back to what he said at the station and my throat tightens in reflex. He’s going to…
“Spider, please, don’t…“
“Don’t what?” The hand on my stomach slowly slides down between my legs, and then his fingers glide between my folds, stroking the wetness there.
Mortification twists my insides, but his other hand is still on my throat, so I know better than to resist him.
“Don’t what?” He nips my ear and the sting makes me wetter until my juices soak his fingers. He strokes me with a cruel slowness while his other hand releases my throat and cups my jaw. His thumb strokes my lips. “Don’t fuck your thieving little mouth?”
The way he says that should make me angry, and it does, but it also intensifies the ache that’s mounting with every stroke.
Humiliation at my own arousal burns my blood. I twist, trying to jerk my face away, but his fingers trap my jaw in place.
“You want me, and you damn well know it,” he says, cupping my sex and stroking hard.
An unfamiliar, frightening rush is building in me, a wave of arousal that feels like it’s going to explode inside me. I’ve never felt it before, but I know he’s making it happen, and I know I’m going straight to hell for it. I also know he’s right, I want whatever he intends to do to me.
He grinds his hardness shamelessly into my backside until I feel every inch of him through his leather pants. I thrash, trying to pull my face out of his hold.
“You’re so perfect.” He grabs my curls in his fist, yanking my head back until my back bows, his fingers strumming my clit until I’m panting.
The pressure inside me peaks, explosive and white hot. I mourn it’s coming, and let out a tortured cry.
A primal growl leaves him, as if he’s on a knife’s edge of control. “Your mouth is going to feel so fucking good.”
The hunger in his voice frightens me, but also sends me racing toward that explosion that’s careening closer. I try to claw myself back from it, but it’s like trying to claw my way out of the depths of hell while the Devil reels me in.
Without warning, Spider stops his relentless stroking on my clit. I’m not even given a second to process it as the need in me slowly reseeds like an ebbing tide before he releases my hair and spins me around.
Spider’s breathing is ragged as he pushes me to my knees.
With my arms bound, there’s nothing to do but drop to the floor.
He grips the back of my neck.
I’m not sure if I hate him more because he made my body react so crazily to him, or because he stopped stroking me seconds before I could plunge over the edge.
Or because I know what’s coming next.
The ache between my legs is painful, but as soon as I see him working open his pants, the heat burning me up inside cools.
His promise at the gas station careens back on me, and I try to rip myself out of his grasp, to knee walk backward. I’m so not ready for this.
Spider’s fingers tighten on my nape mercilessly. The pain makes my sex slicker.
“Look at me,” he growls.
It’s strange, but as hard as it is to look him in the eyes at the best of times, as soon as he gives the order, meeting his gaze suddenly becomes an insurmountable thing. I’m as terrified of what I’ll see there as I am of seeing a part of him that an unmarried woman is not meant to see.
My gaze shoots to the floor and won’t move.
“Why is this so hard for you?” He seizes my chin, jerking it up. “Look. At. Me.”
My eyes shoot straight to his face. The twist of his mouth lets me know he sees how hard this is for me.
He jerks me forward, pressing my face into his crotch. My nose brushes against the steely ridge of his hardness through his pants. The smell of him inundates my senses, hot and masculine and mixed with the heady scent of leather. The mixture is intoxicating. Poison to my veins.
I groan and try to turn my head away.
I can’t believe he’s doing this to me.
I can’t believe how turned on I am.
Spider pulls my head back and pushes his pants down to his hips. His maleness springs free, and I gulp.
He’s huge—long and thick and wickedly beautiful.
I’m going to go straight to the fires of hell for this, but I can’t look away. He’s magnificent.
Spider wraps his fist around his length and strokes it shamelessly. The sight is mesmerizing.
“You like what you see, Wildcat?” The hunger in his voice tugs at my nipples until they bunch, painfully hard. He traces my lips with his fingers.
His words break the spell and I tear my eyes away. He jerks my chin up again so that I’m looking right into his burning blue eyes. His fist is still moving slowly up and down his length.
“Come on then.” He cups my nape and pulls me toward him until my mouth is inches from his wide, purple cockhead. “Show me what that mouth is made of.”
My insides roil with shame, even while the helplessness of the situation makes my body feels as if it’s on fire. There’s nothing to do but give him what he wants.
I draw him slowly into my mouth, sliding my lips around the head. It feels even bigger than it looks, and the musky, rich scent of him makes my head swim. The taste of him is strange and erotic on my tongue. I stop, doubts seeping in and freezing me in place.
Until the sexiest primal growl rumbles from his throat. The need in that sound reaches down into my soul. A sense of rightness settles over me, seeding itself deeply.
“Fuck.” Spider’s fingers squeeze my nape and he thrusts into my mouth, stretching my jaw until it aches. “I knew your mouth was going to feel this fucking good.”
He’s so big and long he almost hits the back of my throat and he isn’t even in all the way up to the root. I choke and twist, but there’s no escape.
“Don’t pull away. Open your mouth.”
The command makes my sex ache all over again. I jerk my shoulders, trying to toss my head, but his fingers don’t give me an inch.