Stolen Fate (3 page)

  I smile quickly then set my features back to expressionless. I lean forward and kiss him sweetly. He’s the one who turns it into more, grabbing the back of my neck and lightly squeezing, forcing my mouth open with his tongue. I play along, kissing him back with as much fervor as he is showing me.

  But it isn’t until he starts walking me backward toward the bed that I start to show a little bit of resistance. I bring my hands up and push on his chest, breaking our kiss. I’m trying to stop him from getting me on the bed.

  “Why are you trying to stop this?” he asks as he continues to move toward the bed. “I want you sprawled across that bed, naked and waiting for me to bury my cock inside you.” He doesn’t break character. “Don’t stop me again,” he growls.

  “I’m fine with making out, Drayden, but I’m not ready to take it any further than that tonight. I just met you.”

  He proceeds to force us backward until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the mattress. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you came up to my room with me, sweetheart. There’s no going back now.” He kisses me one more time, biting my lip in the process, then pushes me until my back hits the soft surface.

  I scramble across the bed, making sure to get onto my knees so I’m not in such a vulnerable position. And again, he doesn’t break character; he just stands there, staring at me with a burning heat in his eyes. He’s enjoying this as much as I am. He won’t enjoy it later, when he finds out what I have planned, but for now, he’s having a good time.

  He leisurely starts undressing. He kicks off his shoes and socks before grabbing his sweater by the cuff of the neck and pulling it over his head. Casually tossing it on the chair, he proceeds to unbutton his jeans, slowing dragging the zipper down until he is able to push them down his strong, muscular thighs. Fuck me, he is a sight. His body is perfect in every aspect. He’s toned, muscular and simply yummy. He is standing in front of me in nothing but a pair of white boxer briefs. The contrast of them against his golden skin is amazing.

  When my greedy eyes finally make their way back up to his face, he just smirks then winks at me. He knows he’s quite the specimen, and I don’t blame him one bit for flaunting it. His thumbs are positioned inside the waistband of his last piece of clothing and he wastes no time in yanking them down until they rest at his feet, his thick arousal on full display.

  He’s stark naked and oh-so-breathtaking. I’m the one who almost breaks the role play. I’m the one who almost gets off the bed and goes to him, wanting to lick and suck every part of his hard, sinewy flesh. Maybe I should have gotten a look at the package before I decided to take this route. Oh, well, there’s no going back now.

  Advancing toward the bed, he reaches out and grabs my upper arms, pulling me to stand in front of him. The light from above hits his body just so, and I’m able to see something I didn’t a few minutes ago. Actually, there are two things I didn’t see. Scars. He has more scars on his perfect body. There is one long, curved scar running up over his left shoulder, stopping near his underarm. Then when I lower my eyes, I see the other one. This one is an angrier, welted scar which sits directly above his right hipbone. Without thinking, I reach out to touch it, like a woman in a trance, and my hand is pushed away. My eyes instantly shoot up to his face and he shakes his head at me, a sad look taking up residence in his eyes for a split-second. Then his mood switches back, and I follow suit.

  “How about we get rid of this dress, Essie? I want to see that body you’re hiding underneath.”

  “I don’t think it’s such a good idea. I already told you I don’t want anything to happen tonight.” I start to squirm in his intensity. “You need to get dressed and take me home, Drayden.”

  “But we’re just getting started. Come on, take the dress off. I swear I just want to see you. I won’t touch you, I promise.” His eyes are heavy with desire as he tries to convince me to comply with his demands.

  I try to back up, shaking my head in the process because I don’t want to say anything at that moment.
Just react
. He squeezes me tightly, making me cry out. His eyes are searching my face. He’s waiting for me to give any indication he’s being too rough, but he never gets it from me.

  With more force in his words this time, he says, “Take it off now, or I’ll take it off for you. And I won’t be gentle about it either, Essie.” When I shake my head again, he says, “Fine, have it your way.” He whips me around so fast, I have to grab onto the column by the bed so as not to face-plant on the floor. He’s able to undo my zipper in lightning-fast speed, never allowing me the opportunity to fight him. Once my dress falls to the floor, he drags me back in front of him, gazing upon my near-naked form with the headiest need.

  “Drayden, please don’t do this. I just want to go home. Please.” I know I’m coming off as meek and unsure, playing the part of the damsel in distress.

  “I told you, you should have thought about that before you came up to my room with me. Willingly, I might add. So don’t make this into anything more than it is. We’re going to have sex, and the time for going back is long gone. Just accept it, Essie. I know you want this, but for whatever reason you feel you should fight me. But just know, I
always
get what I want, no matter the cost.”

  Since he’s still holding on to my upper arms, I find my hands free. I take the opportunity to try and hit him, trying to get him to let go of me. But he just laughs. Apparently he knows I’m no match for him, and the chances of me actually hurting him are slim to none.

  “You want to fight?” He winks at me. “Fine, let’s fight.” His hold on me falls away only to be replaced by a firm grip to the back of my hair. He pulls tight, causing my head to jerk back before dragging me back over to the bed. I try to struggle but the pain he’s causing me is greater than I thought it would be, and there is only so much fight I’m willing to give him.

  Without further delay, he tosses me back onto the bed, but this time he makes sure to straddle my waist so I can’t get back up. He reaches down to my feet and removes my heels. “Don’t want you to use those as a weapon on me.” He chuckles as he tosses them across the room. But when he leans down to kiss me, I find my opportunity. Before he can move any further, I lash out at him, connecting my hand with his unsuspecting face.

  He looks stunned, his eyes getting big. As the red mark starts to form on his skin, his eyes take on a different look. One of anger? He has to know this is part of the game, doesn’t he? Shit! Maybe I pushed him a little bit more than I should have. Oh, well, I’m in it now. I’m going to have to deal with the consequences as they come.

  “Don’t fucking hit me, Essie. I won’t stand for that!” he yells at me.

  “What are you going to do? Rape me? I think you’re already on your way to doing that.” My breathing comes in faster, shorter spurts. He’s actually able to surprise me with this little twist of fate. I think I’ll go as far as saying he’s scaring me a little bit. But I have to make this as real as possible, so I do the unthinkable.

  I strike him again.

  This time, he doesn’t wait to react. His clenched jaw and flared nostrils are all I need to see to know he’s going to do something to me; I just don’t know what. But from the looks of him, I have to wait only mere seconds to find out.

  He grabs my throat, restricting my breathing slightly. “Don’t fucking hit me, Goddammit!” he yells again. I instantly still, not wanting to spur his anger more than is necessary. Is this part of the game we’re playing, or is he serious? I can’t tell right now.

  I hold my hands out to the sides, almost like a sign of surrender. Once he sees that, he lets go of my throat and sits back up. I think he’s going to retreat, but instead he goes in full-force. Reaching forward, he takes my lace bra and tears it from my chest. My hands instantly fly up to cover my exposed flesh but he physically stops me, gripping both my hands in his and holding them above my head.

  His outburst from seconds ago dissipates as he takes in the sight beneath him. He bends down and whispers in my ear, “You’re breathtaking, Essie. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.” Then he bites my earlobe. I try to buck him off me but he doesn’t budge, not an inch. He laughs at my feeble attempt to overthrow him, and I can’t blame him. I’m simply no match for his sheer strength.

  With my hands still restrained, his mouth descends to my breasts. He takes a nipple into his warm mouth, teasing and straining my tender peak before moving to the other one. I have to be sure not to make any noise indicating I’m enjoying any of this.

  But I am. Thoroughly.

  But, to keep in the role, I yell at him. “Drayden, get off me! Stop touching me.” I try to wriggle free but his hold intensifies on my wrists, pushing me further into the mattress. He never even budges. Not once does he even flinch from my outburst.

  Instead, he lifts his mouth from where he is relentlessly teasing me and slams it down onto my mouth. However, I’m successful in breaking away from him, twisting my head to the side. He growls. “Kiss me, Essie. Now!”

  “Get off me!” I cry out again.

  He transfers both my wrists into one hand, freeing the other to grip my jaw. He pushes my face back to the middle, right where he wants me. He lowers his mouth and licks at my lips, trying to gain entrance. When I won’t open for him, he squeezes my jaw tighter, making me gasp. He finds his opportunity and takes it but not before telling me, “If you bite me, I’ll hurt you. Do you understand?” He’s right to caution me because that’s exactly what I would have done. He was already pre-warned to my antics when I slapped him in the face.

  Twice.

  I nod before he claims my mouth. I’m trying not to kiss him back, but my resolve is too weak.  Our tongues are grappling, sucking and tasting the very essence of the other. Drayden groans his approval and desire, punishing my lips with his need. He breaks the kiss soon after it starts. “I have to fuck you, Essie.”

  I try to escape again but again, it’s of no use.

  In one motion, he rips my panties from my trembling body. Spreading my legs, he forces a finger inside me and is pleased with what he discovers. “You’re so wet, baby. This is going to be so much fun.”

  He wiggles his eyebrows at me and bites down on his lower lip. I have to remember this is all just a
fantasy
he’s acting out for me. And he is superb, but there are times, times like this that I see the real him. And the real him just wants to have sex with me. The real him wants to enjoy tonight and bring me pleasure. The real him is cocky and sure of himself. The real him has mixes of sweetness and caring inside, as well. I just know it.

  I’m kicked out of my thoughts when his hand pushes my legs further apart. Before I can brace myself, he lines himself up and thrusts deep inside me.

  My back arches off the bed at his assault. I saw what he was working with when he stripped bare of his clothes earlier and sure enough, he feels as large as he looks.

  There is actually a bite of pain which accompanies his attack on my body, adding to the drama of the game. However, it’s quickly replaced with a throbbing ache which needs to be satisfied. He’s doing a great job at hitting every sensitive nerve nestled deep inside me, teasing and tormenting my poor body.

  “Oh, my God, baby. You feel so fucking good. I can feel you gripping me.” He leans down and tries to kiss me, not thinking before he does it. As soon as his mouth gets near my own, I bare my teeth, catching a corner of his lip. He backs up immediately and shakes his head, a clear warning for me to stop pushing my luck.

  His thrusts are increasing in speed, delving in and out of my sweet entrance with such expertise. There is something to be said about this man’s proclivities. He certainly knows how to work with what God has gifted to him.

  He hitches up my hip, throwing my leg over his waist. My wrists are still gripped in his hand because he isn’t stupid enough to let me go, but he only needs one hand free to work his magic. He’s able to go in deeper at this new angle, and he takes full advantage. My breathing is giving away what he’s essentially doing to me, making me climb higher and higher to the ultimate destination. I can feel the fire being stoked with every thrust of his massive arousal.

  “Drayden…” I don’t say anything but his name. I don’t want to give too much away, but one look into my eyes and he knows exactly what my cry means.

  “Come for me, Essie. Release yourself. Do it.” He pushes harder and faster, chasing his own climax while stoking mine into oblivion.

  “I don’t want this.”

  “Yes, you do. Just fall, Essie. Just fall.” His words push me over the edge and my orgasm wracks through my entire body, sending me shooting off into the heavens. With a few more strokes on his end, Drayden lets out an animalistic sound as he releases himself inside me. He’s so damn sexy, it truly is a shame this is the only time I’m going to be able to enjoy this man.

  I start thinking about how fun it would be to meet up with him here and there just to release any pent-up aggression both of us are carrying around. We’re obviously well-suited for one another in the bedroom department. Then I start thinking about the fact he probably doesn’t hook up with the same woman more than once, and I’m instantly disappointed. I do my best to rid myself of these crazy thoughts because quite honestly, they don’t make a lick of sense. But as I’m narrowing in on the issue at hand, a thought comes barreling at me so fast I think it’s going to crush me.