Tormented (2 page)

Surely he wouldn’t . . .

“I warned you I couldn’t wait. And now you’ve put ideas into my head. Is that what you want, baby? To ride me in my car?” His eyes blazed as he reached into the glove box and produced handcuffs.

Swinging the metal loops in front of my face, he waited for my reply. I swallowed hard. “Ummm, that was a joke,” I retorted, turned on by the lust in his eyes.

His mouth twitched. “Not according to your nipples, Eva. God, they’re practically begging for my mouth.”

“I'm cold,” I shot back, covering my breasts with my arms. The sheer white blouse I wore wasn’t doing much to keep me warm or prevent my nipples from showing through the lacy fabric of my bra. “You have the AC on full blast.”

“I’ll just have to warm you up then, won’t I?” He turned the ignition off and grabbed hold of my arm. His voice was low and gruff. “Turn around.”

In one swift movement, he raised the headrest behind me and pulled my wrist toward it. Before I knew what was happening, both wrists were cuffed to the metal prongs. The seat moved forward into a reclined position, my body stretched across its length with my cheek resting on the soft leather.

“You have no idea how beautiful you look. I can see your heartbeat in the veins of your neck . . . throbbing fast like a frightened deer. But I can't promise I’ll be gentle. You can't tease me and not expect consequences.”

I stared back at him, too stunned to make a sound. My core clenched, eager for his next move. It wouldn’t be gentle, but it would be exactly what I needed.

Cold air swished over my thighs and ass as he lifted my skirt. A guttural moan emanated from his throat as he caressed my skin with his warm hands, kneading my flesh. I closed my eyes, biting into my lower lip to stop myself from begging him to hurry and just fuck me.

He wrapped his fingers around the elastic of my thong and pulled hard, ripping the fabric from my body. “Why do women wear these ridiculous things? It's not like they really cover anything. I want you wearing nothing under your dresses, Eva. I want easy access to your pussy whenever I want it.”

His hot mouth licked over the surface of my skin. “I want your ass tonight, baby.”

I shivered in anticipation as goosebumps broke out from the cool air on my wet skin as his tongue swept over the surface. The sound of his zipper filled the silence, then the rustle of foil. My heart slammed against my chest, waiting for his next move.

His hand slid underneath me, fingers searching for my pussy. “Open, baby. Let me feel if you are ready.”

I spread my thighs to give him access. He cupped my sex in his hand, sliding a finger over my slickness, testing me.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned. Heat rose to my cheeks when I thought how badly I wanted this. Two fingers dipped in deeper, fucking me as I arched my back, lifting off the seat. “Tell me what you want, Eva.”

“Oh God,” I whimpered. “Give it to me. Don’t make me wait.”

“Fuck, babe. I need to go slow at first. Hold on.” He lubricated my ass before his body covered mine in the confined space, warming me with the heat radiating from his body. Inch by inch he nudged into me, his hand on my throat squeezing harder the deeper he went.

“Yes,” I breathed, tears springing to my eyes as he bit into my shoulder. His pace sped up, one hand squeezing my throat so I could hardly breathe, heightening every sensation in my body.

I fucking loved it. Fragmented thoughts flitted through my mind, and I felt more alive than ever. His grip around my throat loosened, allowing me to gasp for air. He was so in tune with my body that he knew just how far he could push before it became too much.

His hand slid down from my throat to my pussy and he slipped two fingers inside, moving them against my G-spot as his cock thrust into my ass over and over.

“Scream, baby. Scream.”

He loved when I talked dirty, but for me it was more than just wanting to please him. It turned me on even more to shout the filthy words out loud.

“Harrison. Oh, God. I want your cock.
Fuck
me!”

Stars burst across my vision, white light flashing behind my eyelids as I squeezed my eyes closed and my body convulsed as wave after wave of ecstasy hit me.

“Fuck!” he roared, as he lost himself and gave over to his own orgasm.

His weight on top of me was both crushing and comforting. He kissed my neck and then the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“Jesus, Eva. You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

A smile curved over my lips. High praise indeed from this demanding man.

“You think so?” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

“So perfect, it frightens me.” His voice was low and deadly serious.

“Why?”

Silence fell between us as he lifted himself off me to undo the handcuffs. I felt an instant loss—not only of his warmth, but also of something more I couldn’t name. In the dark, I searched his face. A mask slipped over it and his expression changed to a scowl.

“Because you make me care.”

I
grinned as we pulled into the undercover parking lot at my place. I hadn’t asked her if she was okay going there, but since she was packing up her apartment, and I wanted access to her divine body all night long, I’d driven us straight back to my home. I wasn’t near finished with her, regardless of nearly fucking her to the point of passing out just thirty minutes ago.

The car smelled of sex and sweat mixed with leather and my appetite for Eva was far from satisfied. This time I wanted her to fuck my face and come on my tongue. The mere thought put a spring into my step in anticipation of the night that lay ahead.

“Sleep over tonight. I need more of you,” I said, hiding my eyes from her enquiring gaze.

“Really?” She peered at me from under her long lashes. “That wasn’t enough?”

“Not by a long shot, baby. That was only the warm-up.”

“Jesus, Harrison, seems like you want to fuck me into an early grave. I’ve hardly got my breath back and you’re talking about more—”

I laughed at the shocked expression on her face. She’d have to toughen up if I was going to put her through a few paces tonight. “Only if we die fucking. Wouldn’t that be a great way to go?”

She shot me an exasperated look. “You’re insatiable. A beast.”

Grabbing hold of both her hands, I squeezed them, gazing into her eyes. She was right. When it came to her, I couldn’t get enough. Fuck, if I could, I'd crawl under her skin and stay there. The truth—I didn’t want to let her go.

“Yes. I'm a monster. You should run, Eva.”

For a long moment she just stared back, her eyes searching mine. Her voice was calm and even when she spoke. “I’m not going anywhere, Harrison.”

I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat.
What is she talking about? She should run a fucking mile before my darkness consumes her.

She reached up and cupped my cheek with her palm. “Nothing you do or say frightens me. Just so you know.” She leaned forward and planted the softest kiss on my lips, taking me by surprise with her tenderness.

Eva was fucking with my mind. The more I got to know her, the more she confused me.

I cleared my throat and got out of the SUV, rounding it to open her door. I needed to shake this . . . feeling . . . whatever the fuck it was . . . I got when I was around her. If I stuck to sex only, I’d be fine.

Feelings—I wasn’t going there. All I knew for certain was that she was mine for fucking. That was enough for me. Maybe I was addicted to her pussy, but that was all.

I helped her out, my hand possessively resting on the small of her back as we walked toward the elevator.

“Good evening,” I said to the couple who stood waiting for the elevator to arrive, swearing under my breath that I couldn’t at least claim Eva’s lips on the ride up to take my mind off the uneasiness that had settled in my gut.

Smiling, the stranger replied, “Yes, it's a good evening indeed.”

The grey-haired man let his gaze wander over Eva’s body, lingering on her tits for longer than was appropriate. I scowled as Eva smiled sweetly at him, then at his wife, unaware of the turmoil in my gut at the thought of another man ogling her. As soon as the elevator arrived and the doors opened, the woman grabbed her husband’s arm and pulled him into the elevator car, jabbing him in the ribs. The smile slid off his face as they stood in the middle of the small space, their gazes directed at the numbers above the doors. Served the prick right. He had no business staring at my woman.

We rode up the elevator, Eva and I each standing in a corner, our eyes locked, salacious grins lighting up our faces. The thought that she was naked under her skirt made my heart pound against my chest. It was so fucking sexy.

Fucking Eva had become my favorite thing to do. I couldn’t get enough of her. Everything else was just filler material for my day. Even work didn’t have its stronghold on me the way it used to. I just wanted to be with her.
Every minute of every day.

Eva messed with my mind in a way I was unaccustomed to. With a mere smile or gesture she had me lusting after her, anticipating everything I wanted to do to her. Like now—standing there, twisting her hands as she tried to control herself, her breasts swollen and her nipples hard against the fabric of her bra, her breathing shallow and her eyes glowing. She licked her lips as her gaze fell on my crotch, the outline of my hard cock visible as it throbbed in my jeans, straining to be set free and fucking her mouth.

The unadulterated lust in her eyes floored me. I leaned over, closer to her ear. “Hungry for my cock?” I rasped.

“Hmmm,” she hummed, as her cheeks grew pink. I stared at her wet parted lips and hissed. Fuck, this was torture.

The car stopped on our floor. “Excuse me,” I barked, grabbing Eva’s hand and pulling her behind me. I turned to see a look of shock on the woman’s face. She’d definitely overheard me. I winked at her as the doors closed. I doubted the poor bastard was getting lucky tonight. I even felt sorry for him, knowing how I was going to fuck the life out of my woman as soon as I got her inside the apartment.

Pulling Eva by the hand, I rushed toward my front door. I fumbled in my pocket for the key and let out a curse when I couldn’t find it.

I couldn’t wait a second longer. I needed to taste her now. I pressed her against the wall and took hold of her face in my hands before I leaned in and sucked her bottom lip into my mouth. “Baby,” I groaned as her hand rested on my cock. “You’re making it impossible to unlock the door.”

She laughed. “Mr. In Control At All Times is having a hard time, huh?”

I cocked an eyebrow at her, grinning, glad that she was enjoying herself at my expense. “Your level of punishment is rising by the minute. Unless you’re doing it on purpose?”

We stood at the front door to my apartment, and I dug the key from my pocket.

“Here, let me do it.” She took the key from my hand and inserted it into the lock, turning it quickly. I rubbed my cock against her ass, pressing hard into her softness.

“Jesus, you’re a horny boy tonight,” she teased as the door swung open.

“Yes. For you . . . horny for you.” I panted as I slammed her against the inside wall, my hands on those tits that had been torturing me. I grabbed the ends of her shirt and pulled hard, smiling as tiny buttons scattered over the wooden floor.

“Harrison,” she grumbled, “that was one of my favorite damn shirts.”

My lips burned into the soft skin of her neck. “One of mine too, but not for the same reasons as yours,” I mumbled against her velvet skin.

“Oh yeah?”

“Because of what’s in it,” I said, as I slipped it off her arms. “
You
.”

Her breath hitched as the shirt dropped to the floor. I pushed the cup of her bra down and sucked a nipple into my mouth, not bothering to remove it first. Her fingers twisted in my hair, pulling me closer to her as she moaned loudly.

“Fuck. You’re enjoying this far too much.” I grabbed her wrists and before she knew it, I’d secured handcuffs around both. “Down. On your knees,” I demanded, pushing her down by her shoulders. She had to pay for torturing me.

She obeyed without a word, casting her eyes down and waiting for my next order. Her short skirt had ridden up her thighs and exposed most of her lean legs. My heart squeezed in my chest seeing her like this, every dip and curve highlighted from this vantage point.

“Eva. Look at me,” I commanded. She kept her head down.

“Eva,” I repeated, needing to see her eyes. I had no idea why, but it just wasn’t the same if I couldn’t see what she was feeling in those intelligent, expressive eyes. I also knew just how far I could push her simply by looking into those orbs.

Her head rose slowly, exposing her swanlike neck. But her eyes were closed, her long dark lashes resting on her cheeks, and a small, nearly unperceivable smile twisted the corners of her mouth. I sucked in a breath at her sheer beauty; no matter how much I stared at her face, it blew me away every time.

Who the fuck was in command here? It was me, right?

Then why did I feel as if
she
had all the power?

I gripped her scalp and tilted her head back even farther. “Look at me, baby,” I said softly, keeping the tone of my voice even.

Her eyes fluttered open and she found mine. For the first time I couldn’t read her expression. There was something in them bordering on sadness that flickered for a few seconds before she closed them again.

Fuck. What was that?

As punishment, I was going to make her suck my cock. I was going to relentlessly fuck her mouth with my dick, taking my time drawing out my pleasure as she made me cum, then watch her swallow every drop. And yet I had an overwhelming urge to hold her tightly to me and comfort her.

I fell to my knees and took her face in my hands, my callous thumbs brushing her soft cheeks reverently. Her eyes flew open as I leaned in and pulled her in close, kissing her sweet lips with everything I had in me.

“Baby,” I grunted, overcome by a severe tightness in my chest I didn’t recognize.

“Harrison,” she whispered, her warm breath skimming over my cheek. It was a moment so sweet it knocked the air right out of me.