Beg Me (14 page)

The plea in her eyes got through. Yeah.
Maybe he did. He reached out, gently caught the front of her shirt
and pulled her against him. “And if I scare you, hurt you… Tania, I
love you. If I scare you, it’s going to kill me. Do you understand
that?”

To his surprise, she smiled. “Yes.
That’s why I know I can do this—because
you
won’t hurt me, you
won’t
scare me.”

He groaned and lowered his head, pressed his
brow to hers. “But what if I do? It will kill me, damn it.”

“
You’d never do anything to scare
me—not intentionally. I know that, even if you don’t. And I don’t
know if you could even
un-
intentionally scare me.” She cupped his face,
kissed him gently. Then she caught his free hand, lifted it to the
front of her shirt. “But I need this, Drake—I
need
it. Until I take some control away from his
memory, from Gail—I’m going to be stuck with too much
fear.”

I
need this…
As he stared into her dark brown
eyes, his heart broke a little more. She needed it, and even though
his body was screaming for it, his heart was breaking. She needed
it, and he’d give it to her. But he hated it. Swallowing, he leaned
forward, pressed his lips to hers. “I love you,” he
rasped.

Then, easing back, still holding her gaze,
he gave her shirt a harsh jerk, then a second, and a third, until
it was ripped open down the center.

“
You little cocktease. You go
ahead…fight me,” he said gruffly, unable to put as much command
into his voice as he knew he needed. His mind was still too
battered—too raw.

“
Drake…it’s okay…”

Okay?
Shit,
no, it wasn’t okay, he thought. He didn’t think he’d ever be
okay
again. How could either of them
be? But she stood there, staring at him. Waiting…and smiling. That
trust in her eyes, and that need. That naked need.

He caught her wrists, twisted them behind
her back. Forcing her back, he kissed her roughly, using his tongue
to force her teeth apart. She bit him. And even though he couldn’t
believe he was doing this, his body was already reacting—his cock
surged, throbbed. Turning the reins over, he pushed his thigh
between hers, and when she resisted, he pushed her harder.

She jerked against his hold, harder. Harder.
He shifted her wrists to one hand and jerked her jeans to her
knees, revealing lacy black panties. He caught them in his fist and
jerked it up so that the lace bit into soft, sensitive flesh,
staring down at her.

Her lashes fluttered and she rocked against
him. “You like it,” he muttered.

“
No.” She looked at him, tried to jerk
away.

“
You do. I bet your pussy is already
wet, all but begging for my dick.” She jerked away and he let her
go. Saw the glint of triumph in her eyes. He caught her again,
jerked her up against him. “You can’t get away that easy. I’m
bigger. Stronger. You’ll do what I tell you.”

She hit him.

“
You think that’s going to do it?” He
hefted her onto the bed and tore her jeans off. She kicked at him.
Some of them he dodged, others he didn’t. She caught him in the gut
and he grunted, welcome the pain even as his breath rushed out of
him. “Keep fighting, damn it. Won’t stop anything,” he said as he
came down on top of her.

She jerked her knee up and he shifted just
in time, grimaced as she almost caught him square in the balls. Her
eyes were wild—heat burned there. Heat. Desperation. And
determination. Fuck. It almost killed him just to look at her.

Wrapping her in a bear hug, he hauled her
off the bed, forced her to the floor, turning her around so that
her ass was pressed snug against him. He couldn’t do this in the
bed, and he couldn’t come down on top of her—it had scared her
before, just the thought of it. What if it brought back those
memories? Fuck, what was he doing?

No, not on the bed. And he couldn’t lie on
her either, couldn’t stare her in the eyes—couldn’t keep kissing
her either. What if she tried to call it off and he didn’t
understand? She slammed back with her head and although he saw it
coming, he didn’t try to move. With she caught him in the mouth, he
welcomed it, welcomed the rush of pain, even as he swallowed his
own blood.

Y
es.

This was what she needed. Tania
grinned in savage satisfaction as she swung back with an elbow,
caught Drake in the gut. In her mind, though, it wasn’t
exactly
Drake—it was, but it
wasn’t.

“
On your hands and knees,” he ordered,
forcing her down.

He shoved her panties to her knees and she
clenched her thighs together. “I won’t make it easy for you,” she
snarled, trying to kick back.

“
Good.” His voice was hoarse, thick.
And when she glanced backward, she thought his hands were shaking.
He pressed against her, naked—no rubber—

When he would have pulled away, she paused.
“I’m on the pill. And I’m clean. I don’t want anything between
us.”

He groaned. “Fuck, Tania. You’re killing
me…” He bent over her, his head pressed to her back.

His voice sounded tortured—tormented.
Part of her knew she was pushing this too hard, but she
needed—
needed
this—
her
time to
control something, damn it. Her way, all her way.

“
I won’t make it easy for you,” she
snarled again, and as she said it, she shoved back, forcing the
first two inches of his cock inside her pussy.

He stiffened. Then straightened. “I don’t
care if you make it easy or not, bitch.” He swatted her ass.

She shrieked and jerked.

He caught her hips and pulled her back. “You
can’t get away.”

“
You can’t stop me,” she panted,
shoving upright onto her knees, struggling against his hands. When
he wrapped his arms around her tightly, she slammed her head back
against his shoulder, glaring at him. “Bastard.”

He freed one arm and spanked her clit. He
didn’t give her that cocky, hot smile she’d come to expect, just
watched her solemnly. “You want it. You’re hot and you’re
tight.”

“
Pig.”

He craned his head around to kiss her and
she bit his lip.

He let her go and she fell forward, braced
her weight on her hands and knees, rocking back and forth on his
cock, squeezing him tight, groaning despite herself. Just when she
might have gotten herself off, though, he caught her hands, forcing
her upper body down lower as he pinned her wrists at the small of
her back.

She cried out, startled. Jerking against his
hold, she struggled harder. Couldn’t get away. Tension swirled,
built. Then, just before the tension might have swelled to true
terror, she felt his free hand, felt his thumb pressing against her
anus. “I still haven’t fucked your hot little hole. I watched you
take a dildo in there but not my dick. You’re taking my dick in
here now, sweetheart.”

Again, he shifted her wrists to one hand,
his grip just loose enough for her to wrench away. She did, but
instead of pushing up to her hands and knees, she reached between
her legs, her fingers seeking out the hard bud of her clit.

He growled. “You like that idea, bitch,
don’t you?”

“
No. It’s disgusting.”
Yes
—

“
Yeah, that’s why you’re fucking
yourself with your fingers,” he said.

She felt him smearing lubricant over her
anus, the thick, slippery feel of it. “I’m going to put my dick all
the way inside you in about two seconds and you’ll want it, beg for
it.”

“
No, I won’t.” She shuddered and
arched her back as he pressed against her, whimpered as she felt
him push against inside. There was pain—she gasped and cried
out.

But there was also pleasure.

She felt him stop, felt him pause. His body,
that lean, powerful body stopped, hesitated.

“
Tawny…”

She closed her eyes. Jerked against his
hands. “Don’t do this,” she whispered. And as she said it, she
pushed down, sank back against him.

“
Don’t do it?” he echoed. “You want me
to stop?”

Clenching her legs together, she said, “Yes,
damn it. Stop it, just stop it—”

He eased into her. Slowly. “Harder,” she
rasped.

“
I don’t want to hurt you…”

Tania jerked against his hands.
“Harder!”

He shoved himself inside.

She screamed and arched up, riding the pain,
the pleasure…and the control. Gasping, she sobbed out, “I don’t
want this from you, damn it…”

He drove into her. “Too fucking bad,” he
muttered.

“
I’ll fight you.” And she did,
clenching her legs tighter, jerking against his hands. Each attempt
at resistance made her burn hotter, and each one was a victory for
her.

“
Fight me. It won’t matter. You want
it,” he growled. “Beg me for it, damn you.”

“
Hell, no.” Even though she
did
need it, did want it…

She looked at him over her
shoulder—saw his bleak eyes. Grabbing his wrist, she stretched out,
staring at him until he gave her what she needed, stretching his
longer body out over hers, crushing her into the floor. She took
his weight—and felt no fear.
His
body shuddered.

The pleasure was brutal—Drake felt massive
inside the sensitive, delicate tissues of her ass. He reached
around, pushed two fingers into her pussy and used his other hand
to tangle in her hair, angling her head back so he could stare into
her eyes.

His voice broken and ragged, he demanded,
“Is that what you need, damn it? Is it?”

“
Yes.” She shuddered and groaned.
“Hell, yes. Drake, please.”

“
That’s it. You wanted me to make you
beg. Beg me, damn it,” he muttered. He pressed his cheek to hers
and caught her hands. Pinned them down. “This?”

“
Yes!” She strained against his hold,
broke free. He caught her wrists again. She escaped. Over and over,
they repeated those actions. His strokes slowed until he barely
moved within her, his cock throbbing, her clenching around him and
milking him as they struggled.

“
Is that what you need?” he snarled
again, slamming her wrists down…and his voice all but
broke.

Abruptly, she heard the torment in his
voice…and she realized,
fully
realized…she was lying there, taking his weight, fighting him
and being restrained, and she felt
no
fear. And she was hurting him—fuck, she
wasn’t just hurting him. She was breaking him—like Kent had done to
her.

Oh, hell.

Voice shaking, she whispered,
“Superman.”

He stiffened like she had electrocuted him.
“Shit, Tawny…”

He went to withdraw, taking so much care.
Her heart wrenched and she swallowed, aching. Once she was free,
she turned around, but as he went to pull away, she reached out,
catching his arms.

“
Tawny…”

“
Take me to bed, Drake,” she
whispered. “Take me to bed and make love to me.”

“
But…” He jerked away, shaking his
head, eyes half wild, his long, rangy body shaking. There was panic
on his face, something half wild. “Fuck, I hurt you—scared you.
Tawny,
shit
, I’m sorry. Fuck,
what the fuck am I doing—scaring you like that?”

“
No.” She went to her knees, pressed
her mouth to his. “That’s exactly what you
didn’t
do. You didn’t scare me. You gave me what
I needed.
I’m
sorry…and I
want you to make love to me, Drake. Just take me to bed and make
love to me, Superman. I need you.”

Rising, she caught his hands, tugged until
he stood up. That look remained on his face, tearing at her heart,
naked and vulnerable…so tortured. Cupping his cheeks in her hands,
she pressed her mouth to his. “I need you,” she whispered, leading
him to the bed.

“
Tawny.” His eyes closed.

Brushing her lips against his, she arched
against him, felt him against her belly. She lay down, still
holding his hands. A muscle clenched in his jaw. The bruised look
in his eyes tore at her and for a minute, she wasn’t sure. Had she
fucked it up too much already?

But then he pushed up on his knees, stroking
a hand down her thigh. A mask fell over his face, shielding
whatever he felt. Scooting closer, she tucked her hips close to his
bent knees and reached for the lube on the nightstand. She drizzled
some of it over the head of his cock, watched as he hissed out a
breath.

“
I need you,” she whispered. “I need
you to make love to me now. Just make love to me. I’m begging
again…for that, for you to make love to me.”

Arching her hips up, canting them higher,
she gripped his thighs with hers. “Make love to me, Drake.”

His eyes closed.

Then he reached down, spreading the cheeks
of her ass.

She gasped as he pressed inside, easing the
tight ring of muscle resisting him. “Shhhh….” he whispered,
reaching for one of her hands, guiding it between her thighs. She
stroked her clit, staring up at him.

With slow, steady strokes, he worked his
cock into her ass, his eyes intent on her face, watching for any
sign of pain, any sign of discomfort.