Free Trapped by a Dangerous Man by Cleo Peitsche

he slipped a hand under my shirt.
    He had no trouble getting my bra unhooked, but then, he’d gotten practice the night before, hadn’t he? He pulled off my bra and my shirt at the same time, both going over my head.
    Now that was a new one. Good. I liked a man who knew his way around a woman. He grabbed a handful of my ass, squeezing it inside of my tight jeans. I moaned and arched up, trying to rub my achy nub anywhere on his hard body, but he held me away.  
    “Patience.”
    “You’re the one who made me ask for it. Twice.”
    “Twice so far .” He dipped his head and nibbled from my chin, slowly down my jaw, and brushed his lips over my jugular. He inhaled, smelling me, I supposed, and I remembered the way he ate, carefully, aware of every scent and texture. I was expecting him to continue the gentle kisses, so I was all the more surprised when he fitted his mouth over my neck and bit.
    I whimpered. This was primal and dominant, and it made me even wetter while scaring the hell out of me. Because truce or no, Corbin was a dangerous man, and I was in the most vulnerable position possible.
    But no, not the most vulnerable. That would surely come later, when he was inside me. I pulled at his shirt and he peeled it off for me. Our hands were on each other’s pants. I fumbled. He undressed me.
    Fuck. I used to be good at this.
    He helped me get his pants off, and in the dim light, I got my first glimpse of his bare chest. A dark trace of hair started just below his granite pecs, stopped at his abdomen, then resumed below his belly button and continued until it merged with the thatch of hair around his balls.
    It was his cock that mesmerized me, though. He was longer than my hand, and so swollen that the taut skin almost looked wet. He was thick, too. I reached out to fist him, and he pushed my arm over my head, easily holding me as he indulged in another long kiss that left me breathless.  
    “If the situation were different, I would tie you up,” he said. “You would be beautiful like that.”
    I’d never been tied up, and while the idea excited me in the abstract, I wasn’t sure that I’d like it. “What do you mean, different?”
    He smiled. “If we had more time together. It’s a long and complicated sort of sexual relationship.”
    Had he really said that? “So what do you do for one-night stands?”
    “Forgive the crudeness, but I’m going to fuck you like you stole something.”  
    Hm. Punishment sex, and I was going to be on the receiving end. That was… different. “I don’t know that I’ll like it.”
    “I do.” He flipped me over and spread my legs before I even realized what was happening. One of his fingers entered my pussy, and a second one pushed into my ass. “Hey—” The protest was lost as he finger-fucked me, slapping fast into both my tight holes.
    My entire body tensed, and my face went hot. Usually it took quite a few more drinks for me to get off so fast…
    He stopped just before I came, and I turned my head. “Hey, I didn’t get off.”
    His lips grazed my ear. “I know. Really, what kind of men have you been letting into your bed, little girl?”
    I tried to bite him, but he moved back too fast. Mercifully, he was ripping into the foil packet. A moment later, I felt the prodding of his stiff cock between my legs, and I arched my back, tilting up to give him access.
    He pushed me down. With one hand on each of my ass cheeks, he held me still and secure for him. No man had ever touched me like that before. It was hot. I just wasn’t sure I liked how much I liked it.  
    “Ask again,” he said.
    “No.”
    “I was hoping you’d say that.” His hand swatted my ass. I was so shocked that I went rigid. Then he smacked the other cheek. “Open your legs wider.”
    Stunned, I obeyed. God, it was so hot… if I’d known that letting a guy be in charge could turn me on so much, I would have told someone to do it. Except… Corbin hadn’t asked if he could be in charge.