Free Let Me In by Callie Croix Page A

back at her steadily, waiting. Watching. For what?
Trapped under him, a confusing jumble of emotions began to churn inside her. Sexual need, aching loneliness and ever-increasing anger over her situation. They all roiled together in a volatile mix, straining for release. Being held down only helped the anger burn hotter until it threatened to overtake everything else. He was too strong. Too in control, when she felt exposed and helpless. Was he playing with her?
Her muscles quivered with the need to escape his hold, turn the tables on him. She wanted to tear off his clothes and jump him, make him moan and writhe while she watched. She didn’t want to fight him; she wanted to fuck him.
Even as she thought it, a betraying shudder worked up the length of her spine. Something soft and vulnerable emerged from deep inside her. It rose hesitantly through the layers of conflicting emotions, yearning to break free. She wanted to give in to him. Give him complete control.
Only Liam brought this out in her. It had been so long since she’d felt wanted or even desirable. That hidden, submissive part of her ached for him to hold her down and take her, dominate her. Force her to stop thinking and only feel what he did to her.
Her breathing came faster, nipples aching, skin growing hot all over. The length of his erection pressing into her thigh made the damp flesh between her legs throb unbearably. In a flash of panic, she shoved away the desire to submit.
Glaring up at him in silent warning, she bit out, “Get off me.” If he didn’t, she would fight him, and she wouldn’t be gentle about it. Fighting was better than surrendering and making herself vulnerable to him. Already she could feel her control slipping, all the rage she’d kept locked away struggling to escape. Part of her wanted the violence. Craved the outlet for this emotional maelstrom. It scared her. She barely recognized herself right now. Couldn’t make sense of what was happening inside her. “Let me go .”
Liam’s fingers squeezed her wrists in a firm but gentle grip as he stared at her with eyes that held an eerie understanding. It infuriated her. “It’s okay, Tal. Fight me.”
His low words broke something inside her. Breathing fast, heart pounding, she gritted her teeth and yanked uselessly against his hands. She didn’t want to hurt him, but she was afraid he’d see her need to surrender and use it to take her apart until she’d given him everything.
Liam didn’t budge when she wrenched against his hold, only raised himself up to watch her face while she struggled. Was he enjoying himself while he screwed with her emotions to get a rise out of her? Irrational anger swamped her, broke through everything else. She twisted and bucked beneath him, an enraged snarl tearing from her throat when she got nowhere. It incensed her that he could render her powerless so easily. As she fought she distantly heard his voice, the quiet words he spoke, but they didn’t register.
Her body had a mind of its own, frantic in its attempt to escape. The ease with which he subdued her only made her angrier. His lower body kept her anchored to the bed, no matter how hard she arched and tried to throw him off. The muscles in her thighs and back burned with the effort.
He wouldn’t let go, didn’t ease up.
She thrashed her head back and forth, perilously close to tears. What the hell did he want from her? She didn’t understand this. Didn’t understand her body’s mindless need to struggle or her inexplicable fury when she couldn’t get free, yet she kept fighting.
Liam thwarted her every move, holding her down, using just enough force to keep her beneath him but never hurting her. Within minutes her muscles were beginning to tire. She felt them growing weaker, heavier, and as the razor sharp edge of anger began to ebb, a huge wave of relief washed over her.
Trembling all over, gasping for breath as the anger dissipated, she shuddered beneath Liam`s weight and let her