Lucifer's Cage (After Dark Book 6) by Sarah Bailey (short story to read .txt) 📗

get away from him, but he wouldn’t budge. She could taste her own blood. It coated both of their mouths.

Stop. Stop it. Let me go.

He released her mouth, but his arms were still around her, keeping her body pressed to his.

“That was for making me wait,” he said, his eyes glittering.

He was absolutely maddening.

“I fucking hate you,” she hissed.

“Hate is such a strong word, don’t you think?”

“Let me go. Now.”

He dropped his arms. She took a step back, panting. Anger and desire coursed through her veins like wildfire. Letting him kiss her was a huge mistake. Kissing him back an even bigger one.

What the fuck am I doing?

The amusement in his expression made her rage burn hotter.

“I hope you’re fucking happy now because that’s never happening again.”

His smile turned deadly. He pushed off the desk.

“You can deny it all you want, but I heard you. I know what you really want. There’s no going back now.”

He stepped around her. She thought he was going to leave, but instead, he shoved her against the desk. He pressed himself against her, his front flush with her back. One hand wrapped around her neck, the other curled over her waist. His breath hot against her ear.

“You think you’re going to win this, don’t you?”

She couldn’t answer him. Fear, anger and desire clashed inside her.

“You feel that. You feel what you do to me every time I look at you.”

He ground himself against her behind. It left no room for doubt.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to fuck you right now?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t believe a word that’s coming out of your mouth. You see, I can feel how much you want me. How much you crave me. How much you need me to bend you over and fuck you on my desk until you’re begging me for a release.”

Holy fucking hell. Why is he doing this to me?

He ground into her again. She whimpered. She was so wet, it was practically running down her thighs.

“Say yes, Candace. Say yes for me.”

“No.”

“Wrong answer.”

He hadn’t even trapped her arms, but she felt frozen on the spot. He’d shattered her resolve. Broken her will. All she wanted was for him to do exactly what he pleased with her. His fingers trailed down her stomach.

“Don’t,” she whispered.

He ignored her, flipping open the button of her jeans. The zip came next, but he didn’t move to try to take them off her. His fingers brushed over her. She trembled, jolts running up her spine. She knew what was coming next, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop him. His fingers dipped below her underwear. He growled when he felt her.

“Is this what I do to you?” he whispered hoarsely.

His fingers circled her core. She shuddered, whimpering.

“Answer me.”

“You fucking know the answer,” she replied.

“I want to hear you say it.”

She didn’t want to admit anything to him at all. Every time she gave him an inch, he took a mile.

“Yes, for fuck’s sake, yes. Every single fucking time you’re near me. Damn you. I fucking hate you and yet you’re consuming me with every damn breath I take. Why are you doing this to me? Why can’t you just leave me be?”

“I want you.”

He says it like it’s that fucking simple.

“And I know you want me.”

His fingers became more insistent. Everything was on fire. She was done trying to resist him at that moment. He pressed hot kisses to her neck, just below her ear. The heat between them was too much. She ground against him. He hissed, pressing her closer. She could feel him pulsating against her rear. It only heightened her need.

“Please,” she whispered.

“What are you asking for?”

“I can’t take it, please.”

“Do you want to come all over my fingers?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, utterly unable to lie to him.

“All you had to do was ask.”

His fingers increased their pace. She moved against him, needing so much to end this sinfully delicious torture at his hands.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” he grunted.

She ground against him harder. She could feel him everywhere. It was as though his hands were running across every part of her body. So close. She was so close. His breath was hot and heavy. She panted.

I can’t take it. I need him. I need him. How can I ever turn back now?

The tightly wound cord inside her snapped. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she could’ve sworn she saw stars in her vision. It rushed through her at an alarming pace. The intense pleasure was unlike anything else. Crying out as her legs began to buckle underneath her. Her hands slammed down on the desk, but he kept her anchored to him. She trembled and bucked against him.

“Fuck,” he growled.

She felt him shuddering against her back and she knew he’d come right along with her.

Shit. Shit. Fuck. Holy fucking hell.

His hand fell away from her neck, dropping down on the table beside hers. He removed his other hand, placing it on the desk. She was still caught between him and it. They were both out of breath. Nothing could have ever prepared her for that and they hadn’t even fucked each other.

“I think I want to argue with you again,” he said.

“Why the hell would you want that?”

“Because it turned you on and you couldn’t deny me any longer.”

She shut her mouth, absolutely hating that he was right. Fighting with him had turned her on to the point where she thought she was going to combust on the spot. And his brutal kiss had only made it worse.

“Are you happy now you’ve broken through my resolve?” she asked.

“No. That wasn’t enough. It’ll never