Chapter 8: When You Speak To Me Like That
Relentlessly, he continued, seemingly determined to ruin me, but all of the sudden, he pulled out and grabbed my arms to fling me onto my back. Kneeling between my legs, he then tucked them over his broad shoulders again. My face paled when I understood his intention.
“No. Please,” I begged and leant up to grab his jaw. “I’ve had enough. I just want you to come.”
While soft laughter poured out of his mouth, he gripped around my wrists and locked my arms by my sides. “Well, that’s not what I want,” he argued with a gleam in his stunning eyes.
“Will!” I snapped and writhed against his hold of me, but he was much too strong. I tried to close my legs, but his mouth had already reached me. Pleasure bolted through me, merciless in its nature, while his tongue tormented me.
“Shit!” I cried out and crouched over him. My toes curled again. Breathing erratically, I felt the tension rebuild within me, impossibly strong. A tearless sob escaped my mouth, and I failed to inhale again. All I could focus on was the unbearable tension that engulfed my entire body. Desperate for release, I tried to writhe away, but he wouldn’t have it. While maintaining his hold of my wrists, he smothered my legs with his arms so to hold me in place.
And then it unfurled. Shuddering against him, I wailed his name until I collapsed onto him, limp as a corpse. Only vaguely did I hear his responding chuckle. Gently, he ministered me onto my back again.
My eyes had been shut, but when I reopened them, I discovered him hovering above me. A soft expression resided on his comely face, and I hoped it included sympathy. As he brushed a lock of my long brown hair behind my ear, his blue eyes romanced across my flushed face.
“Women as beautiful as you shouldn’t be allowed to wear clothes,” he then brought himself to say.
Majorly offended, I glowered up at him. What an unbelievably stupid and shallow compliment. “Way to objectify me and disrespect my gender in the same go, Will.”
His eyes frosted. “I was trying to pay you a compliment.”
“Yes, of course, because in the sexist world of your head, women’s only purpose is to please the male eye.”
“Are you always such a dreadful wench?” he snapped back at me.
I gaped at him. “Excuse me? If I were, you’d have to reconsider who you decide to shove your cock into, you idiot.”
Lightening crossed his eyes. “When you speak to me like that, I want to fuck you into oblivion, and right now, you’re in a very vulnerable spot, Sandra.”
I swallowed, caught by his warning. He didn’t look to be joking.
“Sorry,” I whispered meekly.
He persisted to glower at me. “For the record, I’m not a male chauvinist. Sexism is outrageous, in my book. Besides, you’re live proof of how amazing women are.” His glare transformed into a pleading gaze when he softly continued, “If you give me your number, I’ll prove to you all of the above.”
My lips twisted with my amusement. Damn it. I didn’t want to be smiling right now. “No.”
He sighed, head dropping. “At least give me your surname, then.”
I moaned in despair of him. “No, William. Give it up already.”
Anger flooded his features. His jaw clenched, and hard, too. “You’re being ridiculous. You’re obviously enjoying my cock inside of you, so what the hell is your problem?”
Whilst scowling, I propped myself on my arms beneath him. “I’ve already told you. I don’t have the capacity for anything other than a one-night-stand. I’ve got exams coming up in two weeks, for crying out loud!”
Exasperated, he faced the windows of his flat and stared out upon London city. “You’re not even going to give me a chance to prove myself worthy of your attention?” he enquired dispirited.
Upset, I pouted up at him. “I’m sorry, but no.”
“You’re completely overdoing playing hard-to-get, you know.”
“I’m not playing hard-to-get.” I groaned and collapsed onto the table again. “Is it really so hard for you to accept that I’m just not interested in anything other than this?”
I surrendered to reflection when he locked eyes with me again. Clearly, this had been a mistake. Making my leave was in order, so after a sigh, I tried to shove him away from me, but he wouldn’t budge.
“Will, get off. I’m leaving.”
“Fine,” he grumbled. “Have it your way.”
I frowned up at him, unsure of what he meant since he wasn’t moving away yet. “Sorry?”
He studied me for a brief moment, and his lips formed a brooding line. “When you leave tomorrow, that will be it, but I’m going to have you all of tonight. If you’re still determined not to meet again by the morning, I’ll respect it.”
I swallowed up at him. As I struggled to string a coherent response together, he leaned away and dragged me with him. When I was seated atop the table, he bent over to heave me across his shoulder.
Wide-eyed, I stared at the floor beneath my head and wondered what I’d set into motion. “What are you doing?” I queried, worried.
“I’m ensuring my end of the bargain,” he muttered and kicked open the door to another room. Stepping into the darkness of it, he then lobbed me off his shoulder.
I squealed in fear of meeting the floor, but confusion silenced me when soft textile attenuated the impact and proceeded to embrace me. His bed?
After shutting the door behind him, he switched on the lights. I found him grinning at me, clearly amused by my earlier squeal.
“What, did you think I’d resort to violence?”
“I don’t know,” I retorted through protruding lips. “For all I know, you might be a psycho.”
Softly, he laughed. “No. I’m not. I’m merely a man who’s grossly intrigued by you.”
“I’m sure your mother would be jealous, had she heard that.”
He shuddered at my comment. “Sandra... No. Way to kill the mood.”
I arched my brow at him and dropped my gaze to his ever-present erection. How potent was he, truly? “You don’t seem affected.”
“That’s with thanks to the glorious view,” he argued and gestured toward me.
Blushing, I gazed around myself. His bedroom was really quite big. I noted three doors leading into it, and we’d arrived through one of them. So what was hiding behind the other two? A bathroom, I gathered, as well as a closet, or perhaps a private office?
“Even for a corporate solicitor, your flat is rather big,” I remarked. “And seeing as you’re only twenty-eight, I’m finding it hard to understand how you could have stored up such a fortune already.”
“Well, you’ll never know, and you’ve got yourself to blame,” he cheekily countered as he approached the bed. “Shame you’re not a gold-digger. I’d have you on your knees in a heartbeat, if you were.”
His comment made me face him again. Crookedly, he smiled at me, and I stared underwhelmed back at him. When he reached my calves, his mouth dived down for them. Slowly, he kissed his way upward, and I watched him, engrossed. He really was remarkably sensual. It demanded all my willpower not to submit to his wishes about meeting again.
I wondered if I’d regret it. Then again, if I did, I knew where he lived. He, the poor man, didn’t even know my real name.
While I’d been worrying over my thoughts, he’d made his way to my throat. Granting it soft, amorous kisses, he extracted another groan from my mouth. Subconsciously, I seemed to have wrapped my limbs around him. As if I required a reminder of what my body wanted.