Free Savage Hearts by Chloe Cox Page B

over his face, her fingers grabbing his shirt and twisting.
    “Oh my God,” she breathed.
    “You’re gonna ride me,” he said. “And you’re not gonna come ’til I say you can.”
    Cate’s mouth fell open, her eyes wide and unseeing, her fingers knotted up in his shirt. He couldn’t be serious. He was serious. All sensation in her body was centered now in her core, just above where her body made contact with his leg, just where she felt tight and tense and needy every time she thought about Soren, and all of it screamed for release. Like this tight, coiled, ball of need, of want, of frustration, of being so close, so close to finally feeling free, to finally having…
    “ Move ,” he ordered.
    size="+1">“Oh my fucking God,” Cate whispered.
    Because her hips were moving. Without thinking, without knowing, without…they were moving. Because when she moved she felt his leg against her entrance, his thumb pressing down just above her clit, and it felt like nothing she’d ever had before. The pressure , the right kind of pressure, sending her up, higher and higher, and Jesus H. Christ, but she was riding his leg while he sat there and watched.
    She met his eyes and knew. Knew she couldn’t stop moving even if she wanted to. Knew how much he wanted her, and how much she wanted to do exactly what he said.
    Holy fuck.
    “Cate,” he said, his voice gruff. “Look at me. Don’t stop moving, and don’t you come until I say. You hear me?”
    “Oh, please…”
    “You don’t stop,” he said again. “And you don’t come.”
    His gripped her hard around the hip with his other hand, helping her to drive the rhythm, his thumb still pressing that same rhythm under her skirt, and looked at her hard. His own breathing was ragged, rough, and she could see the lust in his eyes. She didn’t think she could stop moving if she tried, if she wanted to, if the people behind her stopped and saw her. She was so close, and when she came it would be over, she could go back to hiding. For the first time in her life, Cate had to seriously think about whether she’d be able to resist an orgasm.
    “Soren, I don’t…please…please let me…”
    “I know why you’re scared,” he said, his leg moving up to meet her now, driving her wild. “There’s something inside of you that needs to come out, and I need to bring it out of you, I don’t know why, but I do. I fucking need it.”
    Cate let her head fall again, her body moving on its own now, moving beyond her, beyond words. Everything he was saying, everything that was coming, it all seemed so inevitable.
    “Cate,” he growled in her ear. “You’re going to come when I tell you, and then you’re going to walk into that meeting with Ford and you’re going to handle it, and then you’re going to know you can do this, you can do both, you can…”
    Cate buried her face in his neck and the scent of him almost pushed her over. She couldn’t breathe right anymore, couldn’t do much of anything but put her hands around his neck while she rode him desperately, like an animal, the humiliation of that, of her naked, bare need, adding to the pressure, to the hope that he’d let her come.
    “Tell me you can do this, Cate,” he said into her ear. “Tell me you’re mine, tell me you’ll submit, Jesus fucking Christ, tell me…say it…”
    Could she even speak still? Could she process what he was saying? It didn’t matter; she knew the answer. There wasn’t room for second-guessing, for rationa no for ralization, not when she needed like this.
    “Yes,” she said, tearing it out of her while her body begged him for release. “Yes, I can do this.”
    Then she put her lips on his ear and whispered, “Yes, sir.”
    She felt him stiffen.
    Then with a growl he rose up, catching her in his arms, spinning her, pushing her against the wall, and she was pinned. His mouth hovered over hers while he shoved her panties aside and she felt him inhale, felt the air drag across her