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‘Who said I wanted sweet and nice?’ Her gaze searched mine. ‘What if I wanted...rough? And kind of dirty?’
As if she even knew what that meant. Christ, why was I standing here? Why was I still touching her?
‘Do you?’ I asked, as if I was going to go through with it, throwing away the only leverage I had.
‘I’ve watched a few videos.’ She nuzzled against my palm again and this time the edge of her teeth grazed the base of my thumb. Then she bit me gently, watching my reaction with undisguised interest.
I felt that small nip like she had her teeth against the head of my dick, short, sharp and electric. ‘A few videos don’t mean shit, little virgin,’ I growled, angry at myself that I couldn’t seem to do what I should and let her go. ‘If you haven’t done it, you don’t know what it means.’
Her cheeks flushed, but determination glowed in her bright eyes. ‘Why don’t you show me then?’
Step away from her.
‘Imogen...’
‘Is that a yes?’
The smell of roses was laced through with the scent of her arousal, the heat of her body so close, bleeding into mine. I’d got my housekeeper to get her some clothes the night I’d kidnapped her and clearly she’d helped herself to them, wearing a green T-shirt and grey yoga pants. When she sucked in a breath the fabric stretched tight across her perfect little tits, her nipples pressing hard against the cotton.
You’re going to do this, aren’t you?
I’d had to put aside all the things I’d truly wanted. A home. A woman I loved and who loved me. A family that wasn’t rotten to the core.
I’d accepted that those things weren’t for men like me. Not when association with me would turn them into targets for my enemies. I couldn’t allow anyone to take that risk, nor could I allow myself any vulnerabilities.
I couldn’t allow myself to slip down the slope that would lead me back to my father and all I’d done in his name.
But...this girl wanted me. I was her choice. And the way she looked at me, like I was a dream come true...
You’ll put everything at risk just to fuck her?
I could make it work. Doctors’ certificates could be faked. And if I could bring down Augustus King, then surely one afternoon with a beautiful woman wouldn’t put anything at risk.
Somehow my thumb was brushing lightly over her cushiony lower lip, then easing into her mouth. The heat of her lips closing around my skin made my breath catch.
Green fire glittered in her eyes. She bit me again.
Electricity arced directly to my aching cock and it was all I could do not to slam her against the door, rip those goddamn yoga pants off her and sink straight into her hot little pussy.
‘A couple of hours,’ I growled, making a decision that I knew I’d regret but making it anyway. ‘That’s all I can give you.’
She nodded frantically, her breathing turning ragged.
‘Good. Now listen, this is important.’ I leaned down a fraction more, looking deep into her eyes, watching the flames in them leap higher. ‘You need to tell me if anything doesn’t feel good or if you don’t like it. And especially if something is—’
Imogen bit me harder, cutting off everything I’d been going to say.
Fuck it.
I pulled my thumb from her mouth and covered it with mine, taking what I wanted for once in my fucking life.
Something for me.
And the moment my lips touched hers, she opened for me, hot and sweet, her tongue touching mine at first hesitantly and then with more demand. Then her hands opened on my chest and slid up, winding her arms around my neck, her small curvy body arching into me. A soft moan escaped her and I found myself putting one palm onto the closet door beside her head while I cupped her jaw with the other, leaning in as she tried to pull me closer.
She was raw demand and passionate heat, holding nothing back. And she tasted so fucking sweet. So fucking hot.
Beneath those wide eyes and painful honesty, she was primal.
Just like me.
Any resistance I had left burned to ashes right where I stood.
I let go of her jaw and slid my hand into her pale silky hair, curling my fingers through it and gripping on tight, pulling her head back so I could kiss her deeper.
She didn’t protest, moaning as I nipped her lower lip, licking into her mouth and taking possession once again. Jesus, she was delicious.
Her arms around my neck tightened, pulling me even closer, and then she began to climb me like a goddamn tree, winding her legs around my waist, arching her spine, pressing her tits against my chest and tilting her hips so my dick was rubbing up against her clit through her clothes.
She stole my breath.
I pulled her hands from around my neck, pinning them back against the closet door above her head. Then I lifted my mouth from hers. ‘If you don’t want this to be over right here, right now, you need to slow down.’
She was panting, her chest heaving, her luscious mouth pink and swollen from my kisses. ‘But I don’t want to go slow.’ Her hips rolled against mine, her heat soaking through the yoga pants she wore and through the denim of my jeans. ‘Oh... Ajax...’ Her voice was husky and breathless. ‘I need you...please.’
It wouldn’t have taken much to rip all that material out of my way and get inside her. But I wasn’t an animal. I’d take my own sweet time and give us both as much pleasure as I could.
So I settled my hips between her thighs and rocked against her, watching as her face became even more flushed, her eyes luminous. She moaned as I made sure the ridge of my hard-on hit her clit, grinding on it, making her shudder and tremble and pull against the hold I had on her wrists.
‘Oh, God. That feels amazing.’ She writhed slowly, moving her hips in response. ‘But aren’t you...? I m-mean, don’t you...? Oh...’
‘Stop talking and let me concentrate.’ I changed my angle, rubbing my aching dick against her.
She tipped her head back, her eyes half closing in pleasure. ‘But I think...’ Her chest heaved. ‘Oh... I might...c-come. And I don’t want to, not yet.’
I leaned down and pressed my mouth to her throat, licking the salt from her skin, feeling her shudder in response. ‘There’s no limit to the number of orgasms you can have, sweetheart. So feel free.’
‘But...don’t... Oh, Ajax... Ajax...’
The sound of desperation in her voice was unbelievably fucking hot. So was the way she writhed and panted, arching her back, wanting more.
So I gave it to her.
Keeping one hand wrapped around her wrists above her head, I pulled her T-shirt up with the other, exposing a delicate white lace bra. It was pretty, especially the way her pink nipples showed through the fabric. I took a second to admire it, then dragged one of the cups to the side, baring her. Then I bent to her hard nipple and licked it.
She jerked in my arms, gasping.
I licked her again, the salty-sweet taste of her skin as delicious as her kiss. Jesus, this woman. I could eat her up.
Hell, I would. Right now.
I drew her nipple into my mouth and sucked, feeling her body stiffen and hearing her breath catch. Then I nipped her at the same time as I began to grind against her once again, trying to go slow, to tease her, to draw out the pleasure as long as I could.
But she wouldn’t let me.
Her legs tightened around my waist as she lifted her hips against mine and arched her spine again, encouraging me to suck on her harder, deeper.
‘Yes,’ she gasped thickly. ‘Oh, Ajax, yes...’
She was so fucking sexy. That taste of her was in my mouth, her wet little pussy soaking my goddamn jeans.
Jesus, she was going to make me come like a bloody teenage boy.
I teased her nipple with my teeth until the words she was muttering became incoherent cries. Until she went suddenly stiff in my arms, calling my name as she came.
CHAPTER TEN
Imogen
I SHUDDERED IN Ajax’s arms, mind-blowing pleasure ripping through me, making me feel like I was glowing, lit up from the inside by the sheer ecstasy of his touch.
Hell, if I’d known sex would be like this, I’d have tried a lot harder to escape Dad.
It’s not just the sex. It’s Ajax.
I had my head tipped back against the closet door and my eyes were closed, but now I opened them a crack, half afraid to look at him, yet at the same time half desperate too.
His eyes were cobalt with desire, his expression feral with possessive hunger.
My soul shivered in instinctive response.
I’d told him just before that it was him, that he was different, and that had been instinct. But now I knew for certain. This feeling inside me, this pleasure. It was all because of him.
For a second I tried imagining doing this with anyone else and I...couldn’t. I’d wanted him from the moment I’d first seen him, on a visceral level, but he also made me feel safe and protected.
Yet he wasn’t a safe man. He was dangerous. And that excited me for reasons I didn’t understand. There was a physical energy that drew me to him, yet it was about more than that.
I affected him. I’d seen him trying to resist me and being unable to. I liked that. I liked that a lot. It made me feel powerful and strong, and it had been too long since I’d felt either of those things.
‘Still with me?’ His voice was rough black velvet brushing over my skin, dark and sensual with a husky edge.
And this time my body shivered along with my soul.
I still had my legs wrapped around his lean waist, the ridge of his cock nudging my throbbing clit. The pressure of his fingers around my wrists was getting me off too, as if part of me enjoyed being held helpless like this.
I should have been embarrassed by the way I’d clawed at him and climbed him, losing control of myself in a way my father would have despised. But the way Ajax was looking at me made all my embarrassment fade away.
‘Um...yes.’ God, I sounded croaky. ‘Unless those videos were wrong, we haven’t finished, though, right?’ I couldn’t quite hide my uncertainty, a part of me worried that this was all he was going to give me. That he might change his mind and leave me here, sated yet still starving.
He shifted, the hard ridge between my thighs brushing against my sensitive sex, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me, his free hand cupping my bare breast.
His palm was hot, searing against my skin, and when he brushed his thumb over my nipple, still slick from his mouth, I groaned.
‘No, we’re not finished.’ He watched me, gauging my reactions. ‘After all, you’re still a virgin.’
‘Well, right?’ A weird reaction was starting to set in, a burst of intense emotion sweeping over me, making me feel like crying.
Okay, now this was embarrassing.
I never cried. Not ever. Not even the day Dad had informed me that I’d killed my mother by being born and he’d never forgive me for it. And that if I ever wanted even a crumb of attention from him, I’d have to work for it.
Not that I’d ever think about that day again.
‘I mean, this hymen isn’t going to break itself,’ I babbled, trying to talk away the vulnerability that was getting wider and larger inside me. ‘And it’s not going to be much of a revenge if—’
Ajax lifted his hand from my breast and laid his thumb against my mouth, stopping the flow of words. His gaze narrowed, focusing intensely on me. ‘Little one, are you okay?’
To my horror, I felt my lower lip wobble.
This wasn’t how it went in the videos. The women all moaned and gasped like they were enjoying themselves, but no one cried afterwards. No one talked about feelings.
I knew that wasn’t the point—porn didn’t have feelings attached—but my reaction still caught me by surprise.
Why was this happening? A combination of his physical closeness and the unstoppable pleasure he’d given me? The realisation that this was all centred around him somehow? Or was it something else?
Whatever it was, I didn’t like it. I didn’t want it.
‘What’s wrong?’ Ajax took his thumb from my mouth. ‘And give me the truth this time.’
I swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump in my throat.
Dad would be appalled.
He would. He hated my tears. He thought I didn’t deserve to cry.
‘Nothing.’ Desperately, I tried to salvage the situation. ‘I’m fine.’
But of course Ajax knew I was lying.
‘You’re not fine,’ he said flatly. ‘You were honest with me before, Imogen. Why are you lying now?’
Shit. I was such a failure. This was why I’d wanted to get away from Dad in the first place, because I could never be what he wanted me to be. I could never earn a place in his heart. And my inability to do any of that only got people hurt in the process.
‘Okay, so you’re right. I’m not fine,’ I croaked pathetically, not even trying to hide it because what was the point? ‘I feel...weird. Like I want to cry. But it’s not you. It’s nothing you’ve done. It’s just...’
He didn’t say anything, simply stared at me.
‘Don’t think that this means I don’t want you to keep going,’ I added, angry with myself for ruining the moment. ‘I still need you to take my virginity, okay? I want my damn revenge.’
He remained silent.
Great, so I’d screwed up. I’d been too full-on. Too honest. Too emotional. Too...everything.
I should have remembered that there were always consequences when I didn’t keep myself under control. Consequences such as what had happened to Cameron, the poor guy beaten within an inch of his life.
My fault. I’d never even thought that asking him out would be a problem, I’d simply gone ahead and asked him, too caught up in my attraction to him. And he’d got hurt because of me.
Failing. I was always failing.
Ajax lowered my arms from over my head, chafing my wrists gently. Then he eased me down his body until I was standing on the floor.
His gentleness made the emotions crashing around inside me somehow even worse. I felt like a hurt child in need of comfort.
How humiliating.
I tried to muster up some anger but, before I could get good and worked up, he picked me up in his arms and carried me over to the huge bed that faced the ocean, putting me down on the edge of the mattress before crouching in front of me.
‘It’s okay,’ I muttered. ‘You can leave now.’
‘Leave?’ He frowned. ‘Why would I do that?’
‘Uh, because I’m being pathetic and emotional?’
He shrugged one powerful shoulder as if that didn’t matter at all to him. ‘You’re not being pathetic. Emotional yes, but what you’re feeling is normal. Sometimes it happens when sex is particularly intense.’
Well, it had been intense, that was for sure.
I swallowed past the lump in my throat. ‘Has it happened to you? Wanting to cry after sex, I mean?’ The question sounded stupid as soon as it came out of my mouth. Ajax King wanting to cry after an orgasm? The idea was as ludicrous as Dad suddenly becoming Prime Minister.
Ajax didn’t laugh, thank God. ‘No, but I know it happens to some people.’
‘Well, I don’t want it to happen to me.’ And I didn’t. Not crying was about the only thing I’d managed to succeed at, the only thing that Dad didn’t criticise me for.
Crying now would be one failure too many.
I blinked hard and looked down at my hands. ‘I don’t blame you if you don’t want to do this any more. I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.’
Strong fingers caught my jaw, tipping my face up.
He’d risen to his feet and was bending over me, his intense blue gaze blazing into mine. ‘You’re not ruining anything. Cry if you want to. Scream if you want to. Emotion doesn’t scare me, Imogen. I’m going to fuck you either way.’
The words shot down my spine like shocks. His expression was uncompromising and it came to me all of a sudden that of course my emotions didn’t scare him. They didn’t matter to him at all.
Because he didn’t care.
Something tight in my chest, something I hadn’t realised was there, suddenly eased. Like a heavy stone being lifted away.
I could cry. I could scream. I could ask too many questions. Be too restless. Talk too much. Do whatever I wanted.
I could be myself and it wouldn’t matter.
Because Ajax didn’t care and that meant I didn’t need to either.
There is no way you can fail, not here, not with him.
A tear slid down my cheek without my conscious control. Then another and another and, for the first time in years, I didn’t try to repress them or swallow them back, or talk to distract myself from the ache in my heart.
