Free Falling Into Temptation by A. Zavarelli Page B

nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand snakes up beneath my skirt, heading straight for my soaking wet center.
    “Well?” he asks. “Shall I just torture you all day like this? Or do you want me?”
    I try my best to scowl at him. “I do but…”
    “So then beg me,” he says simply, not nearly as affected as I am right now. “Tell me how much you want me.”
    He pulls my skirt up around my hips, pushing his palm between my legs. His fingers move languidly inside my panties before dipping two of them inside of me. He moves them around in a torturous rhythm, eliciting a deep moan from within me. And then he brings them to his mouth and sucks on them, tasting me on his lips.
    “So delicious.”
    I can’t take anymore.
    “Please,” I whimper.
    A slow smile of satisfaction creeps across his face. “Please, what?”
    “Please fuck me!” I groan. “I want you inside of me, please, Gabriel.”
    His lips crash into mine… hard. He sucks and kisses me violently as his passion overtakes him. When he pulls away, my lips are swollen and bruised, but content.
    “Now was that so hard?” he smirks. “Two minutes of me touching you and I had you yielding already. You submitted to me then, did exactly as I requested. Do you think it would really be so difficult to see yourself doing the same thing over and over again?”
    My body goes limp in his arms. He’s right. But I don’t care. All I care about right now is that he isn’t touching me. His skilled fingers doing things to me I’ve only ever dreamed about. His engorged cock filling me, stretching me, owning me.
    “I thought we were going to…” I whisper.
    His thumb reaches down to caress my cheek.
    “Does that mean you’re willing to try this?” he coaxes.
    “Yes.” My shoulders sag. “For now.”
    I can’t believe this. He’s right. I’m eating out of the palm of his hand already.
    He flashes me a victorious smile, and I roll my eyes. He grabs my hand and leads me through the living area and down the hall, stopping in front of one of the doors.
    “Just so you know,” he says. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t like any of this. If you tell me to stop, I will stop.”
    I glance over at the door, thinking about what he isn’t saying. That if I stop him, we are done.
    He takes my hand and leads me through the door in silence. I try hard to steel my nerves. Do I really want this? He looks back at me with those beautiful blue eyes as though he wants to make sure I’m still here. Yes, I want this. I can just try it once. If I don’t like it, I can go. Then at least my curiosity will have been satisfied and this ridiculous thing between us will be over. But then again, what if I do actually like it?
    Some feral part deep inside of me has always liked rough sex. Rough men. Men that treated me like crap. How is this going to be any different?
    I glance around the room. It’s a bedroom, but I get the feeling it definitely isn’t his. It has a large bed, a couple odd sized chairs and tables, and one apothecary style cabinet in the corner. No clothing, no personal items. Everything is black. There are no blankets on the bed, only a set of crisp black sheets. If I thought the apartment was cold, I was sorely mistaken. This room is colder than any I’ve ever been in. Completely devoid of any emotion or comfort.
    “Take off your clothes.”
    Gabriel’s tone is commanding, startling me out of my line of thought. I move on autopilot, watching him nervously as I start to undress. My hands are shaking as I drop my skirt and tank top on the floor, leaving me in nothing but the bra and thong. I can’t make eye contact as I shimmy out of the rest, feeling overly exposed here in this stark room. I know I’m slim, but I’m also short and curvy, something he’s not used to.
    Before I even get a chance to see his expression he pulls me into a chaste kiss. His lips suck on mine, reigniting my desire with gusto. His expert hands fondle my