Taking What's His (Entangled Brazen)

by Diane Alberts

  “Oh, we are.” She downed the rest of her wine and set it down, then took a step toward him. Gently, she undid the top button of his dark shirt. “I’ll leave here and never bother you again, sir. I promise.”

  “That’s another thing,” he said, cupping her jaw. His touch was light, but it stopped her in her tracks. It was…possessive. Domineering, too. “You say it in a joking manner, but I’m dead fucking serious about this. I like it when you call me sir. I like to play rough in bed. Do you?”

  She had no idea, but if it was what he liked, then she’d roll with it until she didn’t like it anymore. She’d tried the sir on for size earlier, and it had felt good, so why not? “Yeah. Of course I do.”

  “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you, Lydia?” He tugged her hair harder, not stopping until they were chest to chest. He skimmed his hand down her arm, and she shivered. “One last question.”

  Her stomach clenched tight. “Yeah?”

  “I need to know…” His hand slipped between her legs, and he urged them apart. She did what he wanted, her breath catching in her throat when he stepped between them. He rolled his hips up, rubbing his huge erection against her core. “Just how rough do you like it?”

  She tipped her chin up and did her best to look sure of herself, when she wasn’t sure of anything anymore. “I-I’m very open. Do what you normally do, and I’ll let you know if you go too far.”

  “Well then…” He tightened his grip on her. “Hands on the wall. Now.”

  Chapter Three

  Holt watched her closely. If she showed any sign of nerves, or doubt, he’d back off. Have a normal night of sex with a normal girl, and then say goodbye come morning. He’d done it plenty of times. It wasn’t as if he needed to be in control in the bedroom or anything. He just did it for fun, when the right girl came along.

  Something told him she was the right kind of girl.

  Without a word, she spun around, looked over her shoulder at him, and placed her hands on the wall. Her lids drifted shut, and she bit her bottom lip. “Holt.”

  Fuck, he loved the way she said his name. All hot, sexy, and needy. He stepped up behind her, gripping her hips. She fit his hand perfectly. “Yeah?”

  He’d quit calling her baby after he’d quit trying to make her see she shouldn’t go home with a guy like him. He might know she was making a mistake, but she seemed determined to make it. And if she was going to go home with someone, it might as well be him. At least he could get her off, unlike her loser ex.

  “Wh-What would you like me to do now, sir?”

  His breath escaped in a long groan, and he slid his hands over her curves, exploring each and every one. As his hands moved up over her sides, she held her breath. The second he closed his palms over her breasts, she exhaled and let out a soft moan.

  Damn, she was so fucking hot. So ready.

  “Now, you stand there and do everything I say, without question.” He rolled his thumbs over her hard nipples, forming his next words carefully. “And maybe…maybe I’ll reward you for being a good girl.”

  She dropped her head back on his shoulder, a tiny sigh escaping her. He stared down at her face, memorizing every soft detail. The way her lashes curved over her cheekbones. Her plump, red lips. The strawberry blonde eyebrows that contrasted with her smooth, porcelain skin. She reminded him of…

  Shit, he couldn’t quite place it.

  Shaking his head, he forced his thoughts out of his mind, and focused on the present. The very real, beautiful, hot present that currently moaned in his arms. He trailed his fingers up her arms, trapping her palms between his and the wall when she tried to move them. While holding her in place, he nibbled on her throat, biting down with enough pressure to sting a little bit.

  Damn if she didn’t taste like fucking heaven, too.

  “Don’t move until I say you can,” he growled, letting go of her. “Understood?”

  She didn’t move. “Yes, sir.”

  He ran his hands over her soft skin, tensing when she let out a sexy as fuck moan. He traced her curves, letting his fingers memorize her body, and then when he reached the hem of her shirt, he balled it in his fist. “This needs to go. Now.”

  She nodded frantically. “Do it. Take it off.”

  Tsking, he shook his head. “You’re not the one giving out the orders.” Inch by slow inch, he pulled her shirt up until it snagged on her arms. “You may lift your arms for me.”

  Her arms raised above her head, and she shot him a teasing look. “Like this?”

  “Fucking perfect.” He yanked her shirt over her head and tossed it. Without wasting a second, he undid the clasp of her bra. Skimming his fingertips over her bare skin, he lowered her arms down to her sides, threading his fingers with hers. She seemed pretty damn steady, but he had to ask. “You’re certain?”

  She bit down on her lip and nodded once. “Y-Yes.”

  “Then you’re mine for the rest of the night.” His grip on her flexed, and he nibbled on the bare skin at the base of her neck. Her bra hung off her shoulders, but he didn’t remove it yet. He liked to unwrap his presents slowly. “All. Fucking. Mine.”

  A small, fragile sounding moan escaped her. It made him want to cradle her close and protect her from everything and everyone. Even him.

  Hell, especially him.

  He slid his hands up, touching every inch of smooth skin as he went along, and slipped his fingers under the straps of her bra. The tips of her dusky nipples were visible over the top, and he couldn’t look away. Delicious.

  There was no other way to describe her.

  He flicked his fingers and the bra fell to the floor, landing at her feet. She shuddered and raised her arms, as if to cover herself, and he growled. “Don’t.”

  She shivered, freezing instantly. “Whatever you say, sir.”

  It was obvious that she got off on him being bossy while seducing her. So he roughened his voice even more and said, “I didn’t tell you to move. Hands on the fucking wall, now.”

  “S-Sorry.” She slammed them in place, her shoulders rising and falling with each ragged breath. “You’re killing me.”

  “I haven’t even started yet.” A small laugh escaped him, and he gripped the waist of her jeans. “Not even close.”

  “Oh my God,” she moaned, dropping her forehead on the wall.

  He hadn’t given her permission to do that, but he let it slide. She’d said she liked to play rough, but something told him she didn’t have much experience actually doing it. Maybe she’d fantasized, or read that Fifty Shades of Whatever book that all women fawned over, but she didn’t seem to actually know what she was getting herself into. That was fine. He’d just have to take it slow with her.

  They had all night. And he’d never wanted to take his time exploring a woman’s body more than he did hers. He’d relish in every inch of skin he uncovered. Every sigh, moan, and cry. By the time he was finished with her, she’d never be the same again.

  But for the first time, he worried he might not be, either.

  Ignoring the warning voices whispering in his head that said this woman was different, he gently undid the button of her jeans and slid his fingers inside her pants. She wore a tiny scrap of satin underneath those jeans, and she was soft and shaved. Cupping her from behind, he rubbed his palm against her clit.

  She moaned and curled her hands into fists. “Holt.”

  “Yeah?” he breathed into her ear, pressing his lips to the soft shell. “You need more?”

  “Yes. More.” She bit down on her lip. “So much more.”

  Yeah. Me too. “Hmm.” He sank to his knees and removed his hand. “Not yet.”

  A frustrated sound escaped her. “Oh my freaking God. I’m going to kill—”

  “I suggest you stop that threat right there.”

  She slammed her mouth shut. “Fine.”

  “What’s that? I didn’t hear you. I believe the proper response is, ‘yes, sir.’”

  Mutinously, she glared
down at him.

  He palmed her ass, squeezing her through her jeans. Experimentally, he slapped her. She jumped, her cheeks flushing with color. “Say it.”

  She licked her lips. “Or what?”

  “I’ll spank your ass until you can’t sit down without thinking about me, and what I did to this hot little body of yours tonight.”

  Staring down at him, she said nothing.

  With one quick jerk, he pulled her pants down and closed his palm over her. Damn if she didn’t fit perfectly in his hands, too. If he were the sentimental type, he’d say she’d been made for him and him alone. Good thing he wasn’t, though.

  With a groan, she arched her back, pressing more fully into his palm. “Go on, then,” she breathed.

  He smacked her through the lacy satin of her red panties. The sound vibrated through the otherwise silent house. So did her answering moan. “Say it. You know what I want to hear,” he growled, rubbing the spot he’d just struck.

  She shook her head, her hair falling about her shoulders and hiding her face from him. He didn’t like that. He wanted to see every emotion as he fucked her senseless. The frustration. The need. The pleasure. He didn’t want to miss a thing.

  Reaching up, he smoothed her hair gently off her face, and spanked her again. “Say it.”

  “No,” she moaned.

  “So stubborn. So sweet.” He slipped his hand between her thighs, tracing her slit. “So wet and ready. You know you want me. All you have to do is say those two little words…” He withdrew his hand—which proved to be harder than it should have been—and caressed the other side of her ass. The one he hadn’t touched yet. “And you can have me.”

  She bit down on her lip. He bent down and pressed his mouth to her bare shoulder, kissing her, and pulled back. Without wasting a second, he smacked her ass again. She cried out, trying to squeeze her thighs together, but he inserted his knee between hers so she couldn’t. “Holt,” she moaned, all breathless and sexy.

  He smacked her again, harder than before, and rubbed his thumb against her clit, balancing the pleasure with the pain. She cried out, biting her lip even harder. Her stubbornness was fucking hot as hell, but she needed to break before he did. She was testing his strength in ways most women didn’t even get close to touching.

  He scraped his nail over her clit, biting down on her neck at the same time. She was so hot and ready for him, and damn it, he was ready for her.

  “Oh my God,” she gasped, dropping her head on the wall.

  “You want more?” he asked, nibbling on her ear as his fingers worked over her. “I can give it to you. Anything you want.”

  He thrust inside of her, rubbing his palm against her as he did so. Every muscle within him screamed that he needed to take her. Fuck her. Own her.

  He didn’t do any of those things.

  “Don’t stop,” she said, her voice barely there at all.

  “Say it.” He stilled, and he pulled his palm away—touching, but not touching where she needed it most. “Say it, damn it,” he growled, smacking her ass again.

  “Yes, sir!” she cried. “Yes, yes, yes.”

  “Good girl,” he said, satisfaction punching him in the chest.

  Then he twisted his hand and she cried out, her pussy clenching down tight on him. He brought her to the edge, and then he pulled back, not letting her fall over. Not yet, anyway. Not until he was ready.

  Without a word, he ripped his shirt off and tossed it behind them. She looked over her shoulder, her lips parted. “M-May I please turn around?”

  He froze with his hands on his buckle. “Why?”

  “I want to look at you.” She paused. “All of you.”

  His gut fisted tight. “Yeah. You can look.”

  She spun slowly, her hands flat against the wall. Nothing prepared him for how hot she’d look, all hot and wanting and naked. He’d seen lots of naked women, but none of them affected him like this.

  Strange, but true.

  Her breasts were full and soft, but the tips were hard. Begging for his touch. And her waist was narrow, but it flared out generously for her hips. Those hips were meant for a man’s hands. His hands. And, man, he wanted to touch.

  Her scrutiny dipped down, lingering on his abs. She licked her lips and returned his stare. “You should go shirtless more often. Damn.”

  Chuckling, he undid his pants. “Thanks.”

  She reached out and trailed her fingers over his shoulder, tracing the scar from his last tour in Afghanistan. The one where he’d almost died. It was the newest among his marks, scars, and wounds—some visible, some not.

  “What happened here?”

  He shrugged, his mind closing down. He didn’t like thinking about it, and he sure as hell didn’t like talking about it. “Nothing. Just an accident.”

  She looked up at him as if she wanted to say more, but she didn’t. Just stared. “I see.”

  Her fingers dipped lower, skimming over his pecs. She traced another scar, her touch feather light. Funny, how light it was, but yet…it hit him like a punch to the gut.

  “I…” He tried to think of something witty to say, but he came up blank. His brain had shut off on him again. How fucking typical. Asshole.

  She pressed her open palm to his scar. “This another accident that was nothing?”

  That one he received when his father had beaten him with a stick for talking back. He hadn’t said a word. He’d been ten. “Yeah.” He flexed his jaw. “Enough questions. I don’t like talking about it.”

  “Yeah. Okay.”

  She dropped her hand to his. He still had his fingers on the button of his pants, but he hadn’t undone it yet. Her touch was both erotic and soothing, all at once. So fucking weird. He’d never felt so fucking drawn to one person before. Not like this. “Lydia…”

  She dropped to her knees, skimming the hard tips of her breasts over his bare skin as she did so. “Yes, sir?”

  “Fuck,” he moaned, his abs tensing and jerking at her touch. “I didn’t tell you to go down there.”

  “I know. I’ll come back up, if you want me to, though. But I’d rather do this.” She undid his button, and he balled his hands at his sides. “May I?”

  His breath hitched in his throat, and he wanted to tell her one last time that she should run, save herself from a man like him, because she deserved better. Instead, he fisted his hand in her hair and clenched his jaw. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

  She unzipped his pants and tugged them down. He stepped out of them, never releasing his hold on her head. As soon as he was free of the khakis, she closed her hand around his cock through his boxer briefs. “You should walk around without pants, too.”

  He stiffened, every muscle in his body going harder than the last. “Somehow, I think people might object to that.”

  “Not women,” she said dryly.

  He snorted. “Yeah, maybe—” He cut off on a groan. Leaning in, she flicked her tongue over the head of his cock. Even through the cotton of his boxers, it was enough to make him hiss. Enough to get him dangerously close to the edge. And the worst part was? He didn’t give a damn.

  He wanted to fall.

  Chapter Four

  Lydia rolled her tongue over him, shutting out the world. She knew how to do this, and for the first time that night, she didn’t feel like a fish out of the water. Everything else they’d done had been way, way outta her league. Hopefully he hadn’t noticed how nervous she was. But in spite of the nerves, she wasn’t second-guessing her decision to come home with him. She’d been waiting for a long time for a guy like him to come along. One who made her want…well, want.

  And with him, she wanted so freaking much.

  The way he touched her. Teased her. Caressed her, and yes, spanked her, drove her wild. She had a feeling she could easily become hooked on this. On him.

  Good thing she wouldn’t get the chance.

  Gripping his balls, she tugged his boxers down and closed her mouth over his erection, sucking gently.
He groaned and flexed his fingers in her hair, pulling hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Good ones, not bad. His grip was rough, yet reassuring.

  Tight, yet gentle. Perfection.

  He groaned. “Lydia, fuck, more.”

  She took more of him in, moaning deep in her throat. Holt wasn’t just large, he was huge. Her jaw ached from opening her mouth to accommodate him, but she didn’t care. He’d done nothing but blow her mind all night long. Now, it was her turn.

  She pulled on his balls, applying what she hoped was the perfect amount of pressure to his sack, as she sucked harder. He groaned and fisted her hair even tighter, yanking it with his movements. “Watching you fuck me with your mouth is so hot.”

  She lifted her lids and stared up at him. He was even stormier now, all turbulence and passion. His eyes reminded her of the sky on a winter afternoon, right before a blizzard. Deep, dark, and addictive. She could lose herself in him so easily.

  “I’ll let you go another second, but then you’re fucking mine to take. Got it?”

  She nodded, sucking even more of him in. He groaned and his arms tightened, flexing in that super sexy way that only men like him could do. His abs jerked, tightening. He didn’t have a scrap of ink on him, but he didn’t need it. His body was a work of art all on its own. To change it would be a crime to humanity.

  She scraped her teeth over the head of his shaft, and he jerked. “Enough. In my room. Now.”

  She let go of him instantly, even though she didn’t want to. She knew what came next, and it made her stomach tighten with a mixture of fear and excitement. And need. So much need. As she rose to her feet, he helped her up with a soft touch. “Yes, sir,” she said, her heart racing so loudly she barely heard her own words. “Right away, sir.”

  He cupped her cheek and smiled at her, his gaze tender. But his grip was anything but. Spinning her around, he slammed his body against her back, his hard erection pressing against her butt. He rested his hand across her throat possessively. Not squeezing. Just holding her still. “You’re way too good at fucking me with your mouth.”