Her pupils spasm and I know her thoughts are mirroring mine.
Chapter 7
Jane
He swings the door closed, his eyes locked on me and I feel my heart implode in my chest.
Oh, fuck.
He closes the distance between us in a single step and I press my back to the wall like a hole will open up to swallow me whole. No such luck, though, and I find myself stuck between the devil in the flesh and a stone wall. Somehow, with his mere presence, Connor fills the room, no, the whole damn building.
His eyes assess my face, my hair, and drop to my legs. I want to tug my short shorts down a little, to adjust them so they cover me a little better, but I don’t dare move. As the stranger’s eyes wander up to my hips, to my stomach, my chest, a sinking sensation pulls my heart to my belly.
Oh, god, he wouldn’t…
I can’t even think it. He wouldn’t do something so unthinkable, would he?
But he’s looking at me like I’m actually naked before him. His imposing height blocks any thought of escape, and I can’t stand how hard my heart is slamming. It hurts, aches deep in my very soul.
His dark hair is close cropped, and his eyes are the bluest I’ve ever seen. He’s more handsome that I’d imagined, with powerful features that might belong on some Greek god. He’s tall – I totally called that one – and built like a man who spends more than a reasonable amount of time in the gym. Again, called it. He’s fucking gorgeous, a huge change from my usual taste in men.
But my taste in men is based on the only thing I get to see; or be around, I guess. I don’t know what the fuck is with hipsters, but they’re everywhere in my city. Sadly, it’s easier to settle for them than to really search. There don’t seem to be any guys like this monster before me anywhere. Maybe I need to find new hangouts or get new friends.
With Connor’s blue eyes studying my every facial flaw, I wonder how his eyes seem to glow almost, they’re so pale blue. I could stare at them all day and never figure them out, I bet. He’s pretty. In a terrifying, insanely manly kind of way.
The tickle of hair on my neck annoys me and I lift my hand to brush it away.
Quick as a cobra strike, his fingers circle my wrist. He holds me there, his eyes caressing my fingers for a slight seconds before coming back to pin me under a glare that’s leaving me melting in his hold. The physical man has an intensity I can’t believe.
And the size of that arm! Oh, my god, he could break me in two.
Mmmm. Wouldn’t that be something? His eyes move to my throat and I bet he can see my pulse hammering away there. Holy crap, I’m not sure if I’m more afraid of this brute, or more fucking turned on by him. He’s sexy. If he talks, I’m fucking done. Done. I’ll have to throw away these shorts.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! He’s doing this little thing with his lips that kind of purses them a little bit, like he’s considering eating me. His lips are beautifully shaped, not huge, but full enough I bet they’d feel amazing on mine. I bet he’d kiss with as much intensity as he’s looking at me with.
Oh, my god, he’s looking at me like he wants to fuck me right here, right now.
A flash of an image forms in my brain and blazes white hot through me. I imagine him lifting me up right here, bracing me on the wall and fucking me around the short shorts I’m wearing. I’m not wearing anything under them. They’re hardly a barrier. He could easily bypass them…
I just moaned. It was small, but he’s right here - in my face, he heard it!
I study his eyes, noting the way they narrow a tiny bit, as if he’s struggling to control his thoughts. Part of me doesn’t want him to control himself. Oh, my god, I want him to lose control. I want him to finish this fire he ignited in me.
On the other side of the wall, I hear his door open and close. Cami! She’s running away! Well, at least if he kills me, I can die knowing I got that girl her freedom. Or I can feel responsible for ending some improv scene. Or feel good killing two method actor careers.
What, what if it’s a sex thing?
I blink and Connor leans in so close I can feel his breath. It tickles over my skin and goose bumps break out over every inch of me. A shiver follows the spots and he reassesses me before meeting my stare with something quite like a small smirk. He knows what he’s doing!
Did he not hear Cami leave? Should I tell him?
As I look up at him, I know there’s no way I could say anything. His eyes dart over my head and I know he’s thinking about it for a second. What is he going to do? Keep me cornered? Or go after her?
Hecontinues holding me. With my wrist still pinned in his hand, he leans forward and pushes it to the wall over my head. His other hand comes to rest near my shoulder and I feel the sudden cage he’s erecting around me.
I guess he’s going to keep me here.
It’s totally a sex thing. I know it. That’s why he’s here, lording all this sexy power over me. Why he’s not staying to continue roleplay with Cami, I don’t know. I mean, I bet she’s prettier than I am, and obviously she’s way more down for his kinky stuff than some random he’s meeting for the first time in the hotel room next door.
Then again, on the kink level, I think my listening in makes me way more of a freak than the girl he’s fake kidnapping.
Chapter 8
Connor
I hear the door close and know Cami realized that she can make a getaway and that sooner is better than later.
I’m not worried about her. I’m much more focused on this little lady and what I should do with her. To her. For her. Fuck. She’s looking up at me like she wants to tell me that Cami left, but she’s not sure how to interrupt what I’m doing to her to say anything.
She doesn’t want me to leave.
She wants me to stay here with her, not run off and chase down Cami.
She wants to be the focus of my attention.
Interesting. I wonder how far I could push this fear and lust combo. It’s clearly like a drug to her and I’m even feeling high from it.
I lean forward, closer to her, and press her wrist to the wall like I’m holding her captive.
I am.
I place my other hand near her shoulder; close enough she can feel my heat but not so close there’s contact.
Her whole body shudders on an inhaled breath and she looks up at me with just her eyes, a sudden sexy movement that leaves my cock pulsing. Her chin begins to lift, to tilt upward by degrees like she’s issuing a silent challenge. One I wish I could turn down.
She seductively runs her tongue along her lips, moistening them and giving them a sheen that makes them impossibly kissable. It’s like she’s casting a spell on me. Everything in me feels drawn to her, and every passing second makes it harder to resist her.
Her body comes off the wall to move millimeters closer to me. That little show of challenge, of spirit, makes me harder than I’ve ever been in my life. But she’s not in charge. With my body, I pin her, realizing my mistake the second I feel her curves and softens against me.
She feels like everything light and good, every bit of heaven with the sexiest parts of hell, honey with a tart bite of lemon. Sheer excellence. Her breasts are soft and yield to my ribs, her soft stomach cushioning against the hard length of me now pressing into her belly.
Fuck.
She’s incredible. I want to feel her, to bury myself inside her without regard to how she might feel about it. I want to use her beautiful body to satiate this hunger gnawing away at my insides.
Her head tilts and I feel her trying to rise up on tiptoes, and I allow her the small motion. Then, her soft lips are on mine, their dampness driving every sane, logical thought from my mind. I vaguely feel her free arm circle my neck, but I’m still holding the other pinned to the wall.
Her whole body is thumping with her speedy pulse and I even feel her heartbeat in her lips. She’s terrified, turned on, and so incredibly sexy, I can’t believe it. What did she think she was hearing on the other side o
f the wall?
Her hips tilt under mine and I know she’s trying to grind on me. Fuck. I’m the master of my body, of my women, of people around me. Not her. She’s not in charge, she’s not the one I take orders from. No, she’s going to do what I want.
She breaks the kiss and I feel her cool breath on my damp lips. There’s a deep wanting in her eyes as she presses her forehead to mine, her hazel eyes darting back and forth between mine. Down her shirt, I can see she’s not even wearing a bra and her hard nipples are the palest pink I’ve ever seen.
Fuck.
She’s so damned sexy. I meet her hazel gaze and she turns her head to kiss me again. But I don’t respond. I can’t. If this continues, I will have no choice but take her here and now.
But I’m not that kind of monster.
I’ll intimidate. I’ll terrify. I will not rape.
Some lines should never be crossed.
Willing myself to be strong, I break the kiss and bring my free hand down to circle her throat. Not tightly. I’m not trying to hurt or kill, I’m reminding her I’m in charge here. Reminding her to be afraid. That I’m her worst nightmare, not masturbation fuel.her eyes warn me that I missed this one. With my fingers resting on her throat, I can feel her pulse first, her swallow second, but the fire in her eyes is all consuming as another tiny, sexy moan leaves her slightly parted lips.
“We must have a conversation,” I tell her in my most menacing tone. My voice only seems to make her melt.
Her body sags against mine and I keep her upright by keeping her pinned to the wall with my weight. I lean into her a bit more, loving how she still manages to yield to me.
She says nothing, but gives the merest hint of a nod.
“I’d like you to come back with me,” I say and wait a second for her nod again. I need her to be agreeing to this, every step of the way. Even if she’s agreeing under duress.
She gives that nod again, her eyes locked on mine even as her hips try to grind on me again. I’m not even sure she’s aware of the tiny motion of her body begging for contact, for orgasm. Her skin is so soft under my fingers, I want to dig them into her throat, if nothing else to see the flash of shock and excitement I’m sure she’ll have.
“You’ll come next door with me?” It’s not really a question, but having her agree on multiple occasions will leave her feeling less like I’m kidnapping her and more like she’s making this decision.
Not that I’m sure she’d deny me anything right now. Her body is a mess of desperation, begging me to give her more, more, more. And fuck, I want to give her everything she craves. Everything.
Chapter 9
Jane
Connor’s fingers close around my throat and I want to moan in the flash of pleasure it brings. There’s nothing rough in his touch, not squeezing or pain; and I realize he’s not trying to hurt me. He’s making sure I know he’s in charge, that I’m supposed to be afraid of him.
And it makes me melt. I feel like a candle in the hot sun.
I am scared of him. I’m not sure why. Something about him is just so menacing.
His fingers feel so heavy on my throat and so rough. He’s got calluses like he works hard with his hands. It’s sexy after all the soft, well moisturized and maintained hands of the guys I’ve been with over the years. Not that any of them ever grabbed my throat like this.
Staring into those incredible blue eyes, I find myself hoping he does more, that he proves his dominance over me by taking me. He can keep his hand round my throat, hell, it’ll make me come faster, I’m sure.
Damn, I never even knew this was a thing that would work for me. I guess this is one hell of a way to learn about a fetish.
“We must have a conversation,” he says in a rich, deep tone that rolls over me like warm water. As it passes over me, I feel my muscles turn to jello and I just can’t hold myself up. It’s like he’s speaking an order that my body can’t deny. The jump in my pulse leaves me lightheaded and I can’t see as a haze of excitement rolls in like thick fog.
As if to keep me on my feet, Connor leans into me, his weight crushing me into the wall. It's not painful or even unpleasant. It’s kind of sweet, the thought of him holding onto me so I don’t fall at his feet.
There’s a little growl from him as he adjusts against me and I realize the hard thing pressing into my stomach is his cock. He’s got a massive boner and he’s pressing it against me, and I can’t even…
I need this. I need it now. I want him to fuck me, no I need for him to fuck me.
Maybe if I go home with him, he’ll…
My head nods before I can even consider how stupid I’m being. Yes, please, possible serial killer, or worse – shudder – method actor, take me back to your room and dissect me. No one knows I’m here. Even my dad won’t come look for me for a week. He's like a fucking bloodhound.
What can I say? I’m clearly an idiot.
As if he’s pushing to make sure I agree, he asks again, in a slightly different way. “I’d like you to come back with me,” he says, and my knees buckle. With his weight holding me in place, it’s hardly a noticeable thing.
I nod, wanting him to know I agree. That I’m consenting. With whatever he’d like to do to me. Except murder. I’m not consenting to that.
This time, it sounds less like a question and more like an order. “You’ll come next door with me?” He asks, his blue eyes slashing back and forth between mine like he’s trying to read my mind.
I nod once more.
And it clicks. He’s making sure that I agree. He’s trying to make me feel like it’s my idea, that I had many chances to say no. That way, if I get upset later, I won’t have a leg to stand on. I agreed. On three separate occasions.
God, I want to tell him that I want this, that I’ll follow him like a lost puppy right now; if only to try and figure out why my body is acting like this around him.
He backs off. For the first time since he came in my room, I feel like I can take a deep breath. But it doesn’t help anything. As he takes my hand, looking at me like a lover he’s desperate to run away with, I feel mesmerized as I follow him.
Connor stops to close the door to my room before leading me to his room next door. My heart is pounding in my ears and I wonder if I’m really going to faint. I’ve never fainted before, so it’s yet another new experience this sexy brute could introduce me to.
In his room, there’s a single chair in the middle of the room with a broken back. I gulp, wondering how it came to be broken. Maybe it was broken when he came in the room. Surely he didn’t bust up that treated wood chair, designed to be sturdy.
Right?
I expect him to put me on the chair, but instead he leads me into the kitchen. When he turns to face me, I feel my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth. What is he going to do to me in here? Why is his room nicer than mine?
Somebody in the booking department definitely shafted me.
Connor reaches down and grabs my hips. With an easy motion, he lifts me and plops me on the counter.
He places his hands on either side of my knees at the edge of the counter and leans in. His face is inches from mine and I love it. “So what’s your name?” he asks, his tone decidedly lighter. The smooth sound of it sends a shiver down my spine and I know my nipples have got to be rock hard based on the sensation flowing through them and jolting pleasure right to my core.
“Jane.” My throat is so dry the word is a rasping shadow of sound.
His electric blue eyes lock on mine and I stare him down.
Next door, someone begins banging on the door and my heart sinks. No way he’s here.
“Jane?” The guy shouts and I squeeze my eyes closed. My boyfriend. He figured it out. But how? I was so careful! I covered my tracks!
“Open the door!”
That’s Zac alright. And he sounds pissed.
Chapter 10
Connor
When I stand her before the kitchen counter, I see the surprise in her lovely haze
l eyes. Something in me wants to keep her guessing. The sparkle in her eyes that screams of danger and flame stirs something in me I can’t quantify or justify.
Through great self-control, I grab her hips and lift her onto the counter. When her bottom hits the cool surface she inhales a breath that’s all shock and pleasure. I see the spasm of her pupils and revel in her delight.
Gripping the edge of the counter in a concentrated effort to keep my hands to myself, I lean in toward her. Time to get down to business.
“So what’s your name?” I ask, needing to know who she is. I want to put a name to the images I have of her in my mind.
She shivers and I see her nipples harden under her shirt. Her eyes narrow a tiny bit in pleasure and she studies me as if she’s thinking about what she’d like me to do to her.
“Jane.” The word sticks in her throat and I feel my cock pulse at the sound of it. Her voice is incredible, so soft and delicate, slightly raspy and beautiful.
I study her face, loving the curve of her cheeks to her chin, the gentle flair of her jaw line, how the escaped tendrils of her hair are framing her face and neck. She’s all contrasts, pale skin, dark hair, startling green and honey brown eyes.
There’s a loud knock at her door next door and her whole body jerks taut in unmistakable terror. I see the flash of panic in her eyes and wonder what’s happening. What is developing? Was she not here alone? The room had had one person’s things. When I’d scanned the room I’d noticed one toothbrush, women’s clothes, and girl’s shoes.
Though, I guess that’s not actually a way to tell anymore with men wearing women’s pants as a fashion choice. I’ll never understand it, but it’s none of my business.
“Jane?” The guy shouts, and her eyes close tightly as if she can wish him away.
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