Free Rebellion (A Dangerous Man, #2) by Serena Grey Page B

pleading. I don’t know what I want
anymore. I want him to love me, but I also want him to keep touching me, more
than anything. My breasts are heavy and straining through my bra. My breath is
coming in short gasps.
    “What do you want Sophie?”
    His fingers move upwards, skimming the lower curve of my
breasts. I moan softly.
    He cups my breasts, squeezing them until my whole body is
aching with desire.
    “Isn’t this enough?’ he asks again, I shake my head.
    He sighs and undoes my bra, freeing my breasts. I feel
exposed, yet full of expectation. I want this. I want him, despite everything.
    He starts to take off his clothes, I stand transfixed as he
removes his jacket and tie, his shirt, then his pants. By the time he’s totally
naked, I’m shaking with arousal, hungry for him.
    He guides my hand to his hard length. I touch him, glorying
in the stiffness. He wants me as much as I want him. Stroking him, I get down
on my knees, trying to pleasure him with my hands and my mouth. Muttering an
oath, he pulls me up, turns me around, and bends me over the bed. He starts to
stroke me through my panties, and in moments, I’m burning for him. He doesn’t
make any move to end my torment. His fingers continue to stroke me until my
panties are soaked.
    “Please.” I beg him brokenly. “Please David.”
    “Tell me what you want.” His voice torments me.
    “Please.”
    “Tell me.”
    “I want you.” I cry, grinding my hips against his fingers.
    “You want what?”
    “I want you to make love to me, David, please.”
    He pulls my panties down to my knees. Spreading my legs as
far as my stretched panties will allow, he enters me, slowly, teasingly, pushing
in inch by inch until I’m going crazy and begging him to give me more. I brace my
hands on the mattress and push my hips back, urging him further in. He
stiffens, then moves, bending over me and grabbing each of my breasts in each
hand, and pinning me to his body until I can’t move.
    Then he starts to thrust into me, His hips slamming into
mine while each stroke brings me to screaming, throbbing life.
    The pleasure is exquisite. It feels as if I’m going to die.
My body explodes over and over, but he doesn’t stop. As my body goes limp, I
hear him whisper in my ear.
    “Isn’t this enough?”
    When I don’t say anything, he starts to thrust again, making
me come over and over again until I’m screaming “Yes, yes, yes,” to anything he
asks.
    Later when I’m lying on the bed, unable to move, my body
limp with exhaustion and pleasure, he turns to me.
    “Don’t mistake what we have” he says, his voice like cold
water on my skin, “and don’t underestimate it either.”
    I want to cry, to lash out at him, I feel so hurt and
humiliated. “And what about Carole?” I ask, “What do you two have?”
    “Is that what this is all about? Carole?” He sits up, “Did
she say something to you?”
    “You used her,” I accuse, “just like you’re using me.” I
choke on my words. “You wanted the shares she had in your company.”
    “And she threatened to sell them to the man who wanted to
take over my company if I didn’t marry her.” he states without feeling, “A man she
was sleeping with I might add, along with a few others.”
    I stare at him, my mouth open. “You’re just saying that.”
    He laughs. “Maybe you should try to get your information
accurate before you start throwing accusations.”
    “It doesn’t make any difference.” I say. “Even if she did
all those things, it doesn’t change the fact that you don’t love me. I’m just
the girl who was foolish enough to marry you so you could teach your
ex-girlfriend a lesson.” I choke back a sob. “I can’t take it David.” I get up,
filled with resolve.
    “What are you doing?” he asks, watching me.
    “I am leaving.”
    “Don’t threaten me.” The hardness in his voice almost makes
me pause. He rises to his feet, towering over me.
    “Why not?” I spit at him. “Will you