Dangerous: Made & Broken (A British Bad Boy Romance) (5 page)

“You’re not going to sleep next to me, you creep!” I hissed, doing my best not to look below his navel again. The problem was that restriction either left me with his hard abs and chiseled pecs, or his smirking face. With as much dignity as I could muster I turned around so I could no longer see him at all. “There’s a perfectly good couch in the lounge.”

“Sorry love, I’m gonna be way too hungover tomorrow to wake up on a couch. You’re just gonna have to deal with it.” He yawned and stretched in what I was certain was the most provocative way possible, making every defined muscle in his body roll. “Turn off the light, will ya?”

“No! Get out!”

“Not a chance. But no one’s stopping
you
from sleeping on the couch, are they?”

There was just enough challenge in his rumbly voice to make me see red. Perhaps in hindsight, I should have just given in and slept on the damn couch, but his arrogance—and possibly the vast amounts of whiskey—got to me. And it got to me good.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I’m telling you right now, you’re not going to boss me around in this marriage, you absolute… twat!” I gave him a baleful glare, which I immediately regretted when my eyes caught sight of his absurdly huge cock again. Either I was hindered by my lack of glasses, or the damn thing was even bigger now than it’d been before. My cheeks flushed with heat, and I quickly tore my gaze away and flopped down on my back, arms folded over my chest. “I’m staying here—and
you
need to leave.”

“Whatever you say, love.”

The bed creaked, and for a moment I thought he was actually getting out. My rush of victory proved short-lived. Before I could blink, Blaine rolled over on top of me, only barely keeping off of me by resting on one arm a mere inch above the duvet. The other arm he extended out so he could turn off the lights.

I got a full view of his strong body as he hovered over me before the lights went out—just long enough for the more carnal parts of my brain to awaken.

Heat spread from low in my abdomen, racing all the way up through my body and down my thighs until I could feel my pulse throb everywhere he would touch if he lowered himself that small inch to press down on top of me.

Looking back, my body’s mutinous reaction wasn’t all too surprising. As much as I hated him for who he was, Blaine was so perfectly male and ruthlessly handsome most women would find it hard to breathe with him up close and personal like this—especially when he didn’t have a shred of clothing on. The fact that he was as dangerous as they come seemed to have been erased by my drunken state, and the result was perfectly predictable.

Unfortunately for me, I wasn’t at all prepared when my abdomen seemed to melt, the liquid proof moistening my panties in a warm rush.

My first instinct was shocked humiliation that a man I hated could make me soak my panties just by being on top of me. Then, thankfully, came the fury.

“What the
hell
do you think you’re doing?” I slapped my hands up, both palms connecting with his pecs with a satisfying
smack.
“Get off me!”

Above me in the darkness, Blaine hissed at the impact. “Don’t
ever
hit me again.” It was a warning.

Perhaps if I’d been sober, I would have taken his threat to heart, even through my own fury. Too bad I was anything but.

“Or what, you’ll beat me bloody? Slit my throat? Exactly how much violence do you need to inflict to feel like a tough guy?” I shoved his shoulders in an attempt to get him off me, but all that accomplished was to make him lose his balance so he fell down on top of the duvet, pinning my body to the mattress with his.

“I’d never harm a woman—even if she is the most obnoxious little bitch I’ve ever met.” Blaine raised up on both arms this time, and I could sense him hovering above me as close as before. “But if you push me again, you’re going to be sorry.”

I pushed him. Hard. Because fuck him—and the horse he rode in on. “I’m not afraid of you!”

He moved above me, quick as a snake, and I scrambled to get out from underneath him. Sadly for me, he was much faster—and stronger—and before I’d gotten more than a leg out from underneath the duvet, he’d pinned both my wrists above my head with one hand. The other he pressed firmly against my chest, just below my throat. Not hard enough to make me struggle to breathe, but certainly so firmly I couldn’t move my upper body.

“You should be.” His voice was rough, and to my great annoyance, something in its pitch spoke to my core—the part of me that was whispering excitedly about being pinned underneath him. It only angered me all the more.

I kicked out with my free leg and got it hooked around the back of his hamstrings, digging my heel into the back of his knee as hard as I could muster. “Get off!”

“Ow!” Blaine flinched and pulled back, which gave me enough momentum to rip my wrists out of his hands and twist around to my stomach in an attempt at getting out from underneath him.

“You little tramp!” Just as I clawed my way halfway to the other side of the wide bed, large hands grabbed my shoulders, and Blaine clamped his knees around my thighs tight, stopping me mid-flight. I kicked out again and caught something solid with the flat of my foot.

Blaine grunted, undoubtedly from pain. “Fine, if you want it like that...”  He slid his hands down my sides along my nightie from my shoulders to my hips, pausing only for a second before he grabbed my hips and pulled me up on my knees so my arse was in the air, my face still pressed against the mattress.

He wouldn’t…!
I gasped in scandalized protest as a sense of foreboding set in, but it was too late.

Blaine let go of my hip with one hand, and in the next moment, he brought his palm down against my upturned backside. But when it connected with my panty-clad flesh, it wasn’t pain that made me gasp out. The light must have made him misjudge his target, and when he spanked me, his hand slapped fully against the puffy lips of my sex rather than my arse.

He had obviously planned on proving who was boss rather than cause me any pain when he swung, because if it had landed on my fleshy backside, it wouldn’t even have really stung. But, as I realized while I lay there in shocked silence, there’s quite a bit of a difference between your arse and your private parts, and the feel of his hand still seemed to vibrate through my now molten flesh. Every inch of my skin down there was alive with sensation, and I could feel my clit throbbing hard between my lower lips.

I’d never been so turned on in my entire life.

“You’re dripping wet.” The hoarse note was back in his voice, even more pronounced now.

Oh
fuck.
Of course he would have noticed that.

Only my still-present anger kept complete mortification at bay.

Angrily, I pulled free from his grasp and turned around so I could glare in his direction.

“I am not! I swear to God, don’t even think about touching me again!”

“Or what? You’ll beg me to fuck you?” Whatever anger had been in Blaine’s voice before, it was gone now—overtaken by that smug self-assuredness I’d come to loathe already, along with something else. Something quite a bit more appealing, if my ovaries were to be believed. It made the heat from my sex spread up through my stomach and underneath my skin.

“You’re such a prick!” I hissed, but even to my own ears, I sounded more breathy than I did angry. Which was bullshit—I
was
angry! Blaine shifted on the bed and I kicked out, hitting him square in the stomach. But before I could retract my foot, Blaine grabbed me by the ankle and pulled, sending me flat on my back with an undignified huff.

“Let go you arsehole!”

“Seems like you’re the one who can’t stop touching me.” He pulled on my ankle again, making me slide further down toward him, and then he put his other hand on my free leg, effectively keeping me from kicking out again.

“I’m not
touching
you, you goon,” I growled. “I’m trying to get away from you.”

“Sure you are, love.” He shifted again, letting his hands slide along my legs to keep me in place as he moved up my body. There was no duvet between us this time, and I felt his warm skin against mine like a touch of maddening fire as his hands made their way to my hips. “I’m sure you’ll be dry as a desert if I slip my fingers into your knickers as well, hmm?”

His cockiness was so goddamn infuriating! I kicked out again, but this time he was prepared. I didn’t so much as graze him, and before I could roll away, he grabbed ahold of my hips and tugged hard—and then proceeded to push his hard body down on top of mine.

I froze at the press of his muscular frame. From the feel of his heavy mass pinning me to the warmth of his skin and the smell of whiskey on his breath, his closeness enveloped me—and whatever damned hormones had control over my body went wild. My nipples tightened until they ached, and a veritable flood of liquid made my already soaking panties even wetter.

“Let’s test, shall we?” He murmured into my ear. His hot breath tickled my skin and made me break out into goosebumps. “If you’re dry, I’ll go sleep on the couch. If you’re wet… we fuck.”

* * * *

Chapter 6

Mira

“I don’t want to sleep with you.” I was pretty proud of the sneer in my voice, despite how the word “fuck” whispered into my ear in his molten voice nearly made my ovaries explode. “Keep your hands to yourself!”

“No dice.” Blaine shifted his hold on me so he could keep both my wrists in one hand, spread my legs with his knees—and then proceeded to reach down, his fingertips grazing against the front of my panties.

The thin fabric clung to my skin from the wetness, and when he trailed his fingers further down, I knew he could feel the outline of my lips without any problems.

I shuddered at the trickle of desire that followed, but bit back a wanton moan out of spite. I’d be damned if I’d give him the satisfaction of knowing how strongly I reacted to him—even if it was impossible to hide the ruined state of my panties.

Then he slipped his fingers underneath the fabric and brushed up and down my slit a few times before caressing my taut clit.

I couldn’t hold back a sharp gasp as a burst of pleasure rocked through me, nor could I stop my legs from widening further, pushing my pelvis up in an involuntary invitation.

“Soaked.” Blaine removed his hand from my panties and held it up between us. I couldn’t see much, but the scent of my arousal was heavy in the air between us. He breathed in deeply and then sucked on his fingers with a lewd pop. “And fucking delicious.”

“You’re an evil prick.” Despite the harsh words, my voice lacked any sort of conviction. The fog of lust made it impossible to remember why I hated him so much.

“You’re an obnoxious prude.” Blaine’s snarl had all the richness of a prowling tiger. He tugged on my panties again, once to test and then once more, hard, snapping the waistband with ease. “And you’re gonna get fucked.”

I gasped when he touched my pussy again, fully this time. He rubbed along my puffy lips, coating his thumb before he pressed in hard against my clit.

“Blaine!” I was only half aware that I’d cried out his name when he began circling the little nub, too overcome with the sharp sensations of pure bliss that rocked through my nerves for every round of his thumb.

It felt like nothing had before. Maybe it was the week’s worth of tension finally finding a way to be released, or perhaps it was just the sheer animal attraction I’d had for him ever since he walked into my office. Whatever it was, it left me blind-sided, panting and whimpering for his touch like a cat in heat.

“Inside! I need you inside!” I arched my back up, desperate to feel what my body craved with every pulse of blood through my veins. It didn’t matter that he was a cocky bastard, nor that I was faintly aware that I was meant to be scared of him. All that mattered was his hard body and the thickness I’d glimpsed between his legs earlier. He had what I needed, and I needed it now. I dug my nails into his chest to make sure he understood my urgency.

Blaine grunted as my nails penetrated his skin, but it worked as intended. He shifted above me, and suddenly his fingers were replaced by something warm, hard, and
thick.

“
Fuck!”
His hissed outburst drowned out the hitch in my breath when he pressed in, seating the head of his fat cock with one push. “Damn, you’re tight.”

I whimpered in response. It had been so long since I’d been with a man, and Blaine wasn’t just equipped for show. My channel trembled around him, fighting to accommodate his girth, but all I felt was pure, unadulterated desire. I needed him deep, and I needed him
now.

“More! Give me more!”

“And so goddamn demanding,” he added, but he obeyed nevertheless. A flex of his hips and his thick cock drove home, all the way to my very core.

“
Oh!”
I dug my nails into him again, too overcome with the sensation of being filled to the brim to care if I drew blood. This was exactly what I needed—to be taken, to fuck—to lose my mind to the sweet rush of endorphins. “God, yes!”

Blaine didn’t give me much of a chance to get used to the feel of being penetrated so deeply. With a grunt he pulled his hips back, only to slam them against mine again the next second. I cried out as wild pleasure ripped through my pelvis and wrapped my legs around his hamstrings, mindlessly clutching on to the source of the ecstasy.