ARROGANT BRIT (A BRITISH BAD BOY ROMANCE) (59 page)

I was all too eager to
supply it.

Pulling back, I sank my
teeth into her thigh, plunging a pair of strong, flexible fingers deep into her
body. With the advantages of this, I could easily reach her button of pent-up
nerves, the spot that craved sweet, provocative release.

Pushing her towards climax,
I continued to fuck her with my fingers, pleasing her budding clit with a thumb
all the while.

Even if I’d wanted, my lips
couldn’t stay off of her. I kept kissing her skin, planted fluid-stained kisses
along her thighs, her abdomen, even along her supple breasts.

Balancing myself above and
against her, my fingers controlled her from beneath, drawing all of her
attention to fighting the pleasure.

As I lifted my gaze from her
amazing chest, I could see now how the bindings all but bit into her wrists.
She was moaning uncontrollably, her mind submerged deep within her physical
ecstasy.

I lowered my lips to her
nipple, sucking it into my mouth. My tongue lapped against it, playing with the
erect nub, and then I thought better of this and switched to the other. My free
hand lifted, squeezing the first breast, tweaking the nipple between my thumb
and my forefinger.

She gasped for release.

“Please,” she finally
pleaded, “please stop teasing and just give it to me…”

“No,” I whispered in her
ear, drawing out her pleasure with my fingers now slowly, gradually drawing in
and out of her. “I need to bring you to the edge…and let you hover just there…”

She cursed my name
furiously, stringing out a colorful array of expletives.

I wasn’t finished with her
just yet.

But I
was
ready to bring this to the next level.

I removed myself from her,
gazing down upon her panting, restrained form, watching her rub her thighs
together and practically snarl.

“Hush,” I commanded, placing
a finger against her lips. “Settle down…I’m about to give you what you want,
but you’ll need to be a
good
girl for
me…can you do that?”

She nodded furiously.

“That’s what I want to
hear,” I whispered, leaning back up again. Loudly, I unbuckled my pants,
whipping off my shirt and the rest of my clothes. I even tossed my button-up
onto her bare body, just to emphasize what was coming.

But I had no intentions of
making her cum just yet, even with the entirety of me against her.

No, our game was going to go
on…

Chapter 36

Angel

My body was experiencing an
absolute nirvana that I never, ever dreamt impossible. The way that he knew
just how best to tantalize me, to continuously push me to stark new heights…

I had long given up on
actually escaping my restraints by now. Trent, to my great surprise, had
quickly but adeptly improvised bindings that kept my wrists pinned down to the
arms of the patio chair.

Truth be told, I wasn’t
actually all that eager to get out of them…that was, up until the endless
torture of his teasing.

Oh god, his fucking teasing.

It was driving me insane.

All I wanted to do was
feeling his deep, animalistic penetration. I craved the touch of his huge cock
deep inside me, the thrusting of his magnificent girth to stretch me to my
limits.

With the blindfold of my
shredded shirt still blinding my sight, I had been drowned in blackness from
the start. My senses were on maximum overload, puckering for his definitive
pressure and the intensity of his loving attention.

That’s why, when I finally
felt the tip of his bulbous crown gently parting my lips down below, I felt an
overwhelming
need
to be completely
and utterly dominated by him.

But wait.

No.

No,
don’t you fucking do this to me.

Instead of pushing the crown
deep into me, he was merely toying with me further. I could feel it push apart
my lips, sliding along the nerve endings outside, but never thrusting inward.

Goddammit.

He’s
STILL TEASING ME.

Furiously, I fought against
the restraints again, but they were so tight. I couldn’t get any leverage to
even
begin
to free my wrists.

Instead, I had to lie there
and accept my fate.

I mean, there
are
worse fates.

But this? This was absolute
torture.

…Torture of the most
satisfying kind.

“Are you ready for me?” He
whispered, pausing his diabolical teasing for just a moment as I caught my
breath.

Biting my lower lip
flirtatiously but needfully, I nodded enthusiastically to him.

“Good,”
he murmured, but his tone…

Something was off.

Only then did I realize the
mistake.

He
wanted
me to stay enthusiastic.

But would it change his
behavior?

Would he finally fit himself
inside me?

His satisfied groan as he
resumed teasing the lining of my drenched, sopping pussy told me that
no, it didn’t change a goddamn thing.

UGH.

GOD.

DAMN.

IT.

ALL.

TO.

HELL.

“If you don’t fuck me now, I
swear to all that is out there that I will make you
absolutely regret this
,” I cursed him.

“You sound like you mean
that,” he chuckled.

“Look. Me. In. The. Eyes.”

“I can’t…got a little
something in the way,” he laughed cockily as he continued teasing my body.

“
Ohhhh…you are going to feel my wrath,
” I started giggling madly. “I
am going to rip you to pieces when I’m free from these!”

For emphasis, I tugged
violently at the bindings.

“I’m sure you are,” he
whispered, “but I need to believe that you’ll never run off like that again.
And the only way to be sure is to condition you…through a marathon of
mind-breaking teasing. Wouldn’t you say so?”

“Trent, I am
never
going to run again,” I pleaded
desperately. “Never. Ever.”

“It’s you and me,” he told
me.

“That’s right. You and me.”

“Forever?”

“
Forever
.”

I didn’t even realize what I
was saying until after I’d spoken the words, but I gasped with understanding.

Did
he mean that?

Did
he want me to stay forever?

I didn’t have time to dwell
on this, because suddenly, his cock slammed
hard
into me.

My body was driven over the
edge as he began furiously fucking me, his weight pushing down over me.

He was fiddling with
something briefly to the side, and then the back to my chair collapsed down.

With a slight, padded thud,
I realized that I was on my back, my bindings still securing me in place, and
he was pushing down on top of me. His majestic, furious cock was penetrating
me, over and over, again and again…

And I almost immediately
came harder than I thought was humanly possible.

My brain practically whited
out in complete, ethereal bliss as the punishing string of climaxes robbed me
of all rational thought. The intense collective release left a tremendous ache
all across my body. It was only as I began regaining my senses that I realized
my tension had loosened my bindings.

Within an instant, I’d
ripped my wrists free and thrown myself up from him, tearing the blindfold from
my eyes.

As I glared down at Trent,
sitting up to face me, his surprise fell way to what was
almost
fear.

“You look
pissed
,” he stammered out.

With a snarl, I descended,
shoving him onto his back on the unfolded patio chair, where I had just been
lying.

“MY TURN,” I furiously told
him.

Grabbing his long cock with
my hand, I lowered myself down onto it.

“You’ve
been in control all this time…”

I moaned hungrily, feeling
the overwhelming power of his cock slipping deep inside me. With a deep gasp, I
struggled to keep my mind clear.

“…And now,
I’m
in control. Because you and I… We
are partners now.
Equals.
”

Trent’s lip curled, but he
didn’t contest this.

I lowered myself down
hard
onto his cock, and we both
shuddered together with pleasure.

“And that means, from now
on…we’re on the same page, you and I…”

I thrust down again.

“No secrets…”

And again.

“No fears…”

And
again.

“No running away.”

Trent’s fingertips dug deep
into my skin as he threw his head back in ecstasy. I don’t think he remembered
what it was like to relinquish even a
tiny
bit of control.

“You and me, Angel,” he
whispered seductively. “You and me against the fucking world.”

“That’s right,” I murmured,
leaning forward to grasp onto his shoulders. I rolled my hips into his, and he
thrust up to meet my movements. “You and I are a
team
. And from this point on… I won’t run, and you won’t control. We’ll
be a force to be reckoned with.”

“You’re goddamn right,” he
smiled.

I leant down, sealing the
promise with a kiss. It wasn’t a hungry, lustful kiss between us – but that
doesn’t mean it was any less passionate than any other kiss we’d ever had.

As we pulled away, we were
in a different world together.

We were unified.

We were one.

We were together, in body
and mind.

“Are you ready for this?” I
whispered.

“Show me what you’ve got,”
he grinned cockily.

I rolled my hips down
against his again, harder than ever, and he practically let loose in the
instant.

“For the rest of tonight,
I’m calling the shots,” I told him. “And you’re going to be okay with that.”

“I already am.”

“Good,” I cooed, rocking
against his body.

And for the rest of the
night, we didn’t fuck. We weren’t at it like hungry, ravenous teenagers,
sloppily banging with complete, animalistic abandon.

Instead…

We made wild, passionate,
furious love.

And it was the second-best
night of my life.

As
for the
best
night…

Epilogue

Angel

One Year Later

As I nodded tearfully with
what must have been a ridiculously goofy smile, the roomful of pop stars and
rock musicians burst into thunderously cheerful applause. Trent, happier than I
had ever seen him, almost fumbled the ring as he slipped it up onto my finger.

Living with a mega rockstar
for twelve months had been an enlightening experience. I’d adjusted to his
world now – the endless promos, the record deals, even the paparazzi.

Trent
Masters and the Whiplash
dissolved a few weeks after we arrived
back home, citing “creative differences.”

Of course, I knew what
really happened.

It had ended with split lips
and broken bones.

The other musicians were off
doing their own thing – the last I’d heard of them, they had tried to pull
together a new band with pair of new singers, but were inwardly struggling to
define their sound. It wasn’t looking hopeful.

And that was
before
dreadlocked Waylon wound up with
possible charges of sex with a fan
just
below
the age of consent. It was still inconclusive, but from what Trent
had told me… it was probably inevitable.

Trent, meanwhile, had
rescued his old bassist from that fate. Terence, ever quiet and studious, was a
talented professional of several instruments. With Trent on vocals, acoustic,
and electric guitar, Terence handled bass, piano, and occasionally violin
duties.

But they still needed a
third.

I politely declined when
they originally approached me to play drums. I didn’t have any professional
training, but they were convinced that my ability to keep rhythm was all I
needed to get started. I practiced day and night…

Turned out, it worked. The
two of them kept throwing out words like “a natural” and “drumming prodigy”,
but I didn’t really believe any of that. I wanted this, and these days, I was
willing to work hard and take what I wanted.

Together, we called
ourselves
The Tonic Electronic
,
quickly striking out a single that surprisingly found its way onto on the
Billboard Top Ten. A few months later came our debut EP, up for critical
acclaim and routine radio play.

I just liked the feel of the
drumsticks in my hands. Although we knew we weren’t going to tour much, I loved
knowing that I was onstage with my lover and our friend – making music that
drew large, dedicated crowds.

It didn’t hurt that, while I
completely trusted Trent, I got to watch him routinely turn down thirsty,
lustful groupies and send them towards our very grateful stud of a musician.

Trent’s repeat success had
also drawn the attention of a major label veteran – and that friendship quickly
blossomed into mentorship. Guided every step of the way, he was weeks away from
formally debuting his own label,
Whiplash
Records.

Not only were we
self-representing, a couple of other singers wanting to go solo had already
headhunted Trent to support them. He was just putting the finishing touches on
the proper team of studio professionals to see their careers rise.

Some of them were here this
night, watching Trent propose to me. I’d naively thought this was some kind of
a label pre-launch party, which is why I’d been surprised when other Top 40
musicians had been present.

As the champagne popped, and
musical celebrities came to offer their congratulations, I realized that I had
found my place in the world – a place beside the man who had always looked out
for me and kept the evil men in my life away.

With that said, though, my
distorted memories from before the accident were probably never going to come
back…

But you know what?

I didn’t need them.

This new life of mine that
Trent and I had forged together was perfect, just the way that it was. And now,
with his ring on my finger, I knew that we were going to be happy together for
the rest of our lives… I even took the time to let Old Greg know about it… It
just felt right.

While we enjoyed the company
of our friends, my fingers slipped into my pocket for my phone. I was going to
make a post to Facebook for our fans to see. That’s when my fingers brushed
against the folded sheet of paper – the results from my surprise exam earlier
today.

I hadn’t even told him my
big surprise yet.

Trent was going to be a
daddy.

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