On His Terms (11 page)

“You don’t hate me, although you
like to think you do, because you think that will excuse what you feel for me.”
A beat of silence stretched between them. “There is something about you that
draws me in.” He lifted his gaze from her plump red lips and looked into her
eyes. “There is something that has this obsession inside of
me,
that
makes me pissed at the way you speak to me, act around me, and has
me want to tear off your clothes and fuck you.”

“You like the chase,” she said
almost to herself.

“Maybe that’s it.” He slid his
hand over her cheek and to the back of her head. “I’m not being cocky when I
say I could have any woman I want with just a phone call.”

“Yes, you are.”

He
smiled,
a genuine one because she was calling him out. “But why would I want a woman
that wouldn’t offer me a challenge?” She didn’t respond, but he hadn’t said
that to hear her say something back at him. “You’re tough, and are the kind of
woman that is set in her ways, stubborn, too.” He leaned in so their lips
almost touched. “You’re like me, whether you like to admit it or not. Maybe
it’s arrogant of me to think, but I want you fighting back, not putting up with
my shit.
Because in the end you’ll give it all to me anyway,
and that will make your resistance falling all the sweeter.
Now, Sorcha.”
He took his other hand and held her cheek, now
cupping both sides of her face. He wanted her looking right in his eyes when he
said the next part, because then she’d know pleasantries were done. “I want you
naked, on your knees, and sucking my cock.” He took a step back, reached out to
take hold of the towel that shielded her, and pulled it away.

There she stood, naked and pissed
at him. That had him smiling, especially when the blush started to cover her
entire body, and her small hands were in tight fists at her sides. She didn’t
bother hiding herself from his view, and he knew this sexual experience had
with her would be one that rivaled anything he’d had with any other woman.

****

The arousal that Sorcha had felt
when he had been touching her slowly took a backseat to her anger. He had
demanded she be on her knees sucking his dick, like there was nothing else he
would rather see her do.

You
fool. There is nothing else he wants from you. Be prepared to be this man’s
sexual plaything for the next seven days. That is what you signed up for, even
if it is still new and hard to grasp.

But despite her anger and
self-preservation, Sorcha was still wet, embarrassingly so. Clenching her
thighs in hopes he didn’t see her arousal sliding down her inner legs, she knew
by his smirk and the way he glanced down at her pussy that he knew she was
worked up for him. He moved over to the edge of the bed, but didn’t sit down
right away. Instead he undid the button of his jeans and pulled the zipper
down. He removed his shirt and tossed it aside, and for a few seconds all she
could do was stare at him. He was golden in color, and so damn defined that she
felt like the Marshmallow Man compared to him, all squishy and soft. Yeah, he
was hard, and that wasn’t counting his clear erection pressing against the
front of his jeans. He had no hair on his chest save for the dark trail that
started right below his navel and disappeared beneath his pants. He crooked a
finger at her like she was some kind of toy to him—which she supposed was
exactly what she was. Of course she had dreamed about this moment, kept it deep
down inside of her because a part of her was disgusted that she could want a
man as asinine as
Rian
Hartford. He pushed his jeans
down so they fell to his calves, and then sat on the edge of the bed. He was
like steel between his thighs, thick and long, and the drop of pre-cum at the
tip told her exactly how worked up he was.

Sorcha moved toward him on
slightly shaky legs, and when she was about to drop to her knees he stopped her
with hands on her hips. For a second all he did was look at her face, but then
as the time ticked by he lowered his gaze to her breasts. Her nipples were
already hard from the chilled air after her bath, and because she was turned
on, but she felt them harden further under his penetrating stare. He smoothed
his hands over her breasts, and she tried to control her breathing, because it
felt really good.

“Tell me you like it, even though
I’ve pissed you off.” There was amusement in his voice, but he was focused on
the way he was kneading her flesh to really sound genuine in it.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
she said a little breathlessly. “You’d like to gloat.” He squeezed her breasts
more roughly, and a gasp left her. The discomfort was immediately replaced by
this pleasure that shocked her.

He grinned, but it was a little
ruthless in appearance. “I’d love it, Sorcha,” he said on this deep, sandpapery
growl.

She licked her lips, felt her
nails dig further into her skin from the force of her tightened her hands into
fists, and slowly said, “Yes, it feels good.”

He chuckled and removed his hands
from her breasts, but instead of letting her get on with this he moved his
palms down to her pussy. There he slipped a hand between her legs and spread
her pussy lips with his fingers. “You hated saying
that,
didn’t you?” He glanced up at her. “You don’t have to answer, because I can see
how much you’re fighting your reaction to me by the expressions on your face.”
He continued to run the pads of his fingers through her folds, spreading her
moisture around her clit, and having her on the verge of coming.
 
 

He finally pulled his fingers
away, but like he had done in the office, he brought them to his mouth, sucked
them clean of her wetness, and then reached out to wrap his hand around the
nape of her neck. He pulled her down so she was forced to brace her hands on
the bed to steady
herself
. And then
Rian
was kissing her, pushing his tongue between her lips,
and forcing her to taste herself on him again. He groaned deeply, and she felt
him dig his fingertips into her flesh until the pleasure and pain became one.
He pulled away far too soon, but she’d never admit that out loud.

Rian
leaned back and shifted so she
was right up close and personal with his straining erection.

She swallowed and slowly knelt
before him. Reaching out with shaky fingers, she wrapped her hand around his
length, and was stunned to feel how hot he was.

“You see how hard you make me?”
His eyes were half-lidded, and he watched her as she slowly moved closer to his
dick. “Stop thinking about it and just put your fucking mouth on my cock.” He
slid his hand along her cheek and lifted her face so she was forced to look at
him.

“You’re such a demanding
asshole,” she said and tightened her hold on the sheets.

“I am, because I get what I
want.”

“That’s your problem.” She kept
eye contact with him. “You’re spoiled because everyone is afraid to say no to
you.”

He smiled evilly. “And you’re
proof of that, aren’t you?” He started breathing a little harder, but he was
still very much in charge.

“Because I signed a contract, not
because you put on the charm and I couldn’t resist.”

He bared his teeth at her in a
purely alpha, brutal way. “Regardless, you couldn’t say no to me. Now, open
your fucking mouth and do your job, Sorcha.”

God, she loathed him, but she was
still so hot.

“I want those pretty red lips of
yours wrapped tightly around my dick.” He slid his hand in her hair, wound the
strands in his fist, and yanked her forward until the tip of his penis brushed
her mouth. Gaze still locked with his, she parted her lips, and took the crown
of him into her mouth. Instantly his flavor exploded on her palate, all salty
from his pre-cum, but the texture smooth and masculine. It was what she had
always envisioned, and this soft sound escaped her.

“That’s it, baby,” he said
roughly, and she loved and hated the endearment he had just used. Even if it
was said in the moment of passion, Sorcha felt this surge of power move through
her.

The longer she had his cock in
her mouth, and the flavor of everything that was
Rian
filling her, the more she wanted to have him touching her. She wanted his
fingers stroking her body and his cock deep inside of her. He certainly had
this magnetism that came from him on its own, like some kind of survival
instinct that ensured he was never denied. Sorcha had managed to steer clear of
his bastardly charms for six months, but as soon as she let him touch her in
that office, and signed that contract, she had surrendered.

Hollowing out her cheeks, Sorcha
tried to suck as much of him into her mouth as she could. But he was a large
man, not chokingly so, but enough that his size made it apparent she wouldn’t
be able to take him all the way inside. She wrapped her fingers around the base
of his shaft, and worked her hand up and down the length she couldn’t reach.
Her pussy grew wetter, hotter, and more anxious for what was to come. He was
still, silent even, and the only noise he made was this deep breathing in
sporadic intervals. There was the occasional tug of her hair by his hand still
gripping the strands. Picking up her speed because she wanted him to come,
Sorcha renewed her efforts and gripped the base of his shaft harder. He hissed
out, and she grinned internally at the fact she had control of him in her own
way. The feel of him under her tongue, smooth, hot, and hard, had her clenching
her thighs together even more forcefully. She wanted to come, too, so damn
badly that she couldn’t think straight. Her mind was a jumbled mess of needs
and wants, of resistance and abhorrence to giving in so easily. Her mission was
easy: make him come and therefore have
him
surrender to
her
.

Chapter
Ten

“That’s it, Sorcha.”
Rian
was going to come really fucking hard. His balls were
drawn up tight, and this exact fantasy had played out in his head more times
than he could count. He was going to fill her mouth with his seed, make her
swallow it all, because there was this side of him that wanted to know he had
that kind of control over her. He wanted that possession. “Suck harder, baby.”

She started bobbing her head up
and down in time with stroking the root of his cock. He had kept still until
now, but he couldn’t hold off any longer. He groaned out when the tip hit her
throat, and he grunted when she gently scraped her teeth along his length. The
sting of pain had him hissing out, but then the pleasure that followed had his
orgasm racing to the surface.

“Swallow it.” He held her head to
his lap, made her swallow his cum when he started to fill her mouth. But to his
surprise she grabbed his thighs, dug her nails in, and moaned around him. The
feeling of her throat working as she drank him all up had
Rian
tossing his head back and groaning deeply. When there was nothing left for her
to swallow
Rian
gently pushed her away. She sat back
on her knees, staring at him with this red, swollen mouth, and the cause of why
it looked like that slammed into his head. He reached out, ran the pad of his
thumb along her bottom lip. Her chest was moving up and down almost at a
frantic pace, and without thinking and just acting
Rian
leaned forward and kissed her hard. He tasted himself on her, tasted the wine
she had drunk, and the passion and anger she felt. All of that was one heady
fucking sensation.

Rian
stood, lifted her off the floor, and moved them
back toward the wall. He could have easily just laid her out on the bed, but
there was this primal, animalistic side of him that wanted to take her hard and
rough for their first time. There was plenty of time to be all soft and sweet,
if he even went down that road.
Right now he just wanted
his cock inside of her.

He removed his pants easily
enough, and grabbed the soft, generous swells of her ass. When he had her in
his arms he moved them closer toward the wall, and leaned her back against it.
The creamy flesh of her neck beckoned him, and he leaned down and ran his
tongue over her throat. “Wrap your legs around me.” She complied without
hesitance, and he knew that for as much fight as she liked to give him, she was
his right now. He ran his finger up the back of her thigh, and he loved how she
shivered from his touch. She was so damn receptive to him, so giving and
accepting, even if she liked to hate who and what he was.
Rian
leaned back and saw that she was biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.

“You hate this, don’t you?” He
said the words softly.

“Hate what?”

“Wanting me as
much as you do.”

She didn’t respond, but then
again when she narrowed her eyes at him he got his answer well enough.

“If you’re going to fuck me,” she
moved her face closer to his, “then fuck me, Mr. Hartford.”

A low sound of need left him, and
he kissed her hard enough that the pain from their mouths slamming together
stole his breath.
Rian
went back to kissing and
sucking at her flesh, and a gasp left her. He was so fucking hard
again
, as if he hadn’t just come, and
she was so wet. The feeling of her arousal moved along his cock, and all he
wanted to do was
shove
right into her. Damn, he had
never gotten this hard again so quickly, but that was a testament to how much
he wanted her. He knew she was clean, knew she was on the pill, too. But he
wasn’t about to point how far he had really dug into her personal life.
Instead, he let go of her only long enough to grab a condom from his bedside
table, don it, and then he was right back to her. He had her right back in his
arms seconds later.