Rule's Addiction (13 page)

Holding her under her bottom with one hand, his other sank into her hair, his fingers threading all the way into her scalp to hold her captured tightly. “I said I’m looking at you
and
I’m having you.” Staring at her and gritting his teeth, he withdrew before pumping back inside so forcefully that her body began sinking with delight even as her mind remained clouded in anger.

“You understand Spanish,” she accused tightly.

“Yeah,” he bit out as if it were nothing.

Her head began swimming under the knowledge, while she tried to think of everything she might have said in front of him that she hadn’t realized he understood.
Shit.
“You lied to me.”

His eyes narrowed at the accusation as his hands gripped tighter. “I never lied to you.”

“That’s crap. A lie by omission is still a lie.”

“I don’t think so, and I’m not having this conversation. I speak Spanish, big fucking deal.”

Her hands pressed against his chest even as she itched for relief. “I don’t have room in my life for a liar, Garrett.”

“I’m not a liar—just because I saw an opportunity to withhold information doesn’t in any way make me a goddamned liar,” he disputed. “You’re just pissed because
I’ve won.”

“You haven’t won anything.”

“No?” With that taunting word standing between them while they stared at each other like two opponents on a field of combat, he pulled back out and then stroked back inside with a degree of heat that had the oxygen snagging in her lungs.

“See, baby?” he asked, as he took another stroke.

Somewhere in her lust-addled brain, Maria knew she was supposed to be hanging onto her anger. But the relentless thrusts of his body holding her pinned to the wall weren’t leaving room for anything more than the dangerous sizzle of raw sexual satisfaction her body was demanding.

His next stroke hit a magic place inside, and a thousand erotic lights began dancing in her head as passion clawed its way up and took over her entire body, leaving little room for anything else.

Leaning down, he nipped her lip with his teeth once more before focusing on her again. His mouth opened and he uttered a menacing warning. “This isn’t a goddamn contest, but trust me, if it were, I’d be the winner. You shouldn’t have said what you did to that asshole, and his fucking arm shouldn’t have been around you.”

At his arrogant words, despite the arousal holding her in its grip, she let out a small, negative sound of refutation.

“Oh, goddamn,” he bit out, undoubtedly understanding she wasn’t giving up. “Let’s go over this
one more fucking
time.”
His fingers fisted her hair more tightly just as he took another hard, deep thrust, bottoming out and staying inside her.
“Nobody
touches you, got that?”

His gaze pierced hers and she stared back, panting. She was literally dying for him to continue thrusting, his body moving inside of hers felt like heaven on earth but his intractable demand was sending warning bells down her spine and she felt the need to fight back, at least verbally. “You don’t own me.”

“No?” He took a stroke and slammed back inside, making her head spin. “Whose dick’s buried inside your pussy right now?”

The primal words shocked her and radiated down her spine as tendrils of heat exploded deep inside, where they were joined.

His fingers clenched into her butt cheek.
“Answer me
. Whose. Dick. Is. Buried. Inside. Your. Pussy?”

Dear God,
Shit.
Jesus Christ
. Jesus Christ,
Jesus Christ.
“Y-yours,” she stammered.

“That’s right. And that’s the way it’s going to be from now on. So be a good little girl and agree to what I’m telling you.
Nobody fucking touches you.”

Maria swallowed, wanting nothing more than to agree just so he’d let her climax; the memory of the last orgasm he’d given her was tempting her to allow him whatever he wanted. But the incendiary heat in his eyes, the territorial flaring of his nostrils were sending a quiver of unease to land like a lead ball in her stomach. It wasn’t as if she wanted to sleep with anyone else, that wasn’t it. It was the control over her that he was demanding that was panicking her. She licked her lips and tried to form the words that he wanted. “I—”

When she stalled, he leaned down, kissing her quickly as he pushed with his hips. “Just agree with me baby and I’ll take you straight to heaven.”

The truth came tumbling from her lips. “I’m nervous—scared.”

A harsh frown came between his eyebrows, but then his features suddenly softened a bit. His forehead came down and pressed against hers and the hand in her hair became caressing. “Sweetheart, nothing bad is going to happen here. You’re safe with me. I’m not going to let you come to any grief. But you have to understand that this is the way it’s going to be. I want to fuck you—I’m going to want to fuck you over and over again, and part of that means that nobody else gets to touch you.” He took a breath. “Now say it.”

A flaming ball of emotional crap landed just below her breastbone. She wanted what he was describing, in all its fucked-up glory. She could sense how awesome he’d be in bed, as a dominant lover. Even now, she was a hair’s breadth away from climaxing. But the possessive, caveman antics were giving her blaring red lights. But Christ, maybe she
could
just agree with him now and worry about it later? That was messed-up, she knew it was.
But she needed to come.
And really, at the moment, there wasn’t anyone else she wanted to be with, so she wouldn’t be lying to him. It would just be short-term. Yeah, that was it. Short-term. With that compromise easing her conscience, she said softly, “Okay.”

“Okay, what?” he insisted.

“Okay, I agree.”

“Say it.”

“Nobody—”
Why was this situation so difficult?

“Nobody touches you—say it.”

Instead of saying it, she found herself asking her own question. “And nobody touches you either, right?”

His answer came immediately, almost as if he were outraged at the mere suggestion. “Hell, no. Fuck, no,
nobody.
Nobody but you.”

His ready agreement ratcheted up her heat by another degree and she took a shuddering breath. With his guarantee, she was more able to give him the concession he wanted. “Okay. Nobody touches me.”

The second her words were spoken, he withdrew and then sank back inside. His hands gripped her tightly as his mouth fell to hers. He began long, even strokes, moving in and out, his tongue swirling around hers and Maria found it hard to keep breathing. He was amazing. Christ, he was awesome. It felt
so good
. She wriggled her pelvis against him as with a slow, relentless stroke, he plunged with continuous, mind-scorching thrusts. It was there, she could feel it and her hands lifted to wrap around his face. Tilting her head for a more perfect fit, she kissed him back. Long, soul-destroying kisses that she’d never known could exist. She rocked against him, knowing she was close.

His body began shaking, his muscles hardening, and his strokes became harder, firmer, pushing against her in just the right spot.

Maria flew over the edge with a rush of heat and a moan coming from her lips. Lights exploded in her brain as she pushed against him, milking her orgasm for all it was worth. He stiffened against her, seemed to grow larger within her, and then he let out a loud, deep groan as he pushed up inside her to another degree. He held it there, and the vibrations of his body against hers were spectacular, prolonging her orgasm. With his groan loud in her ear, her breathing began slowing, and her heart almost shattered when she realized that he’d just spoiled sex for her for the rest of her life.

It would never be like that again, unless it was with him. She knew that, indelibly.

****

Garrett leaned his head against Maria’s forehead and took forcible intakes of oxygen. Still buried deep inside of her, the fingers of one hand clenched around her butt cheek while he slowly released her scalp with the other, letting his hand slide down and sink around her ass. Hoisting her up, refusing to release her, he turned and spun around, dropping her to the bed and then coming down on top of her.

He knew he had to withdraw from her in a moment, not because his cock was softening, because it wasn’t, but because he couldn’t start pounding into her again with the soiled condom between them. Although he had no way of knowing if she was on some manner of birth control, if she wasn’t, somehow he knew she’d get really pissed off if he fucked up and got her pregnant.

Pregnant.

Why in the hell would the thought of Maria pregnant make his cock swell up and take notice? That was completely fucked-up; he needed to clear his head; he wasn’t thinking properly—she had him completely unbalanced. But he couldn’t think now, he was still in the realm of only feeling. And Christ, she felt good. Exactly as he’d expected, exactly what his fantasies had already anticipated.

Christ. It had finally happened. He’d finally nailed the woman behind the voice. Jesus, but it had taken long enough. He’d never waited for anyone, ever, that long before in his life. But he knew if he had to do it again, he would.

She was
that
spectacular.

Forcing his addled brain to regroup, he kissed her on the forehead and slowly began to withdraw from her. She was tight, so tight that a moment ago, he’d almost lost it too soon, and now, his withdrawal was more difficult than his entry had been.

She winced and he attempted to make a soothing sound, putting his hand to his cock and holding the condom in place. He was trying even now to protect her, the difficulty of his withdrawal telling him that he was holding a loaded gun in his hand. She let out another gasp and the knowledge that he was hurting her almost made him come unglued. “Shhh, baby. Be still, just a sec, okay?”

“Okay,” she said, although she turned her head away as if she was supremely embarrassed.
Embarrassed?
Yeah, they’d had sex, the dirty and gritty kind, but sex was normal and why should she feel even the slightest trace of embarrassment?

Finally separated from her with the condom where it should be, he absentmindedly removed the protection while watching her. She rolled to her side and curled up in a ball, and stark concern had him quickly disposing of the evidence of their encounter in the bathroom. He came back and sat on the edge of the bed, putting his hand to her backside. “Hey,” he said, wanting her attention.

“Hey,” she mumbled back as if she were greeting someone.

He rolled his eyes. “Maria, look at me.”

She shook her head and her eyes slipped closed.

His face creased into a frown. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head. “No.”

His eyes narrowed. “Then what’s wrong?”

Finally, she rolled over and faced him, opening her eyes. “Nothing.”

God, she had beautiful eyes
. “Are you sure? Still pissed because I’m bilingual?”

“Yeah . . . no.” Her lips lifted in what looked to be an attempt at a smile.

“Right.” He studied her for a moment longer, trying to figure out what was in that feminine brain of hers. Having no clue what to say to her, he went for the mundane. “Are you hungry?”

After an abbreviated moment, she surprised him by nodding her head.

Pleasure at her agreement to readily spend more time with him raised his mood and he felt one side of his mouth lift as he caressed her backside. “You want to go grab some dinner somewhere?”

Her eyes widened and she scooted back on the bed, up onto her elbows, into a semi-reclining position. “You mean like somewhere other than in the hotel?” She made it sound as if she never got out, almost as if the hotel was her boundary.

“Sure. Wherever. We can eat downstairs or take a drive, find a restaurant on the water some place. That sound good?” She looked back at him in silence for a moment, as if he’d surprised her. What the hell? She didn’t think he’d bother feeding her? That kind of hurt.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

He rubbed her butt again because he couldn’t seem to make himself stand up and move away from her.

She looked at him beneath her lashes. “Garrett?”

His hand took another stroke he couldn’t seem to control. “Yeah?”

“That thing you said to me earlier?” she asked.

He frowned. “What thing?”

“About you not messing around with other women?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“If you weren’t being honest with me, I’ll find out, and trust me, that’ll be the end of whatever this is between us.” She was studying him intently and then she opened her mouth again and turned his words around on him. “Got me, babe?”

She was so fucking adorable he couldn’t help but crack a smile.

****

The next day at work ended up being anti-climatic for Maria. The restaurant Garrett had taken her to the night before had been casual, but there had been little conversation between them. He’d practically stared at her throughout the entire meal, his look both harsh and assessing. The few words between them had been inconsequential, and it was as if they were both only eating for the fuel the food would bring, while each was basically lost in their own thoughts.