Seduction

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As was she. But she’d be damned if she would willingly fall at his feet in accordance with his highhanded attitude.
“God. Do you have to be so arrogant? And I’ve been doing just fine without you so far, so just forget it.” Her hands pressed against his powerful chest, but he didn’t budge.
“Have you been?” he asked her silkily. “Let me tell you what I want to do to you first, then tell me no.”
“I’ve already heard about your little games,” she told him, really angry now. “Do you think Thomas wasn’t more than willing to tell me about them?”
Oh yeah, her husband, bastard that he was, had delighted in telling her all about his older brother’s sexual exploits. He had taken something he thought Jesse wanted. Had lied to her, tricked her, and had damned near destroyed her life with it.
“I know Thomas told you,” he said, his voice gentling, softening in a way that made her ache for him. “Did he offer to let me fuck you, Terrie? Did he tell you how I wanted to tie you down, slap that perfect ass of yours, then fuck it until you screamed? Did he tell you how many times he offered to allow me the chance?”
Shock washed through her body. Months after marrying her, Thomas had refused to touch her, refused to take her in any way. He had accomplished what he wanted. He had taken the woman Jesse had desired, and he never let an opportunity slip by that he didn’t remind her of it. Shame coursed over her as she realized he had made Jesse aware of it as well. Had Thomas also told his brother her most betraying secret? The fact that he had overheard her telling Tally how easily she would have given into him? How much she wished she had been given the chance?
“Easy,” he whispered as she trembled against him.
“What else?” she finally managed to gasp. “What else did he tell you?”
He frowned. “Was he supposed to tell me something, Terrie?”
She fought to breathe. God, this couldn’t be happening.
“Let me go.” She pushed against him harder then, too angry to be surprised when he backed up. Then she gasped in shock as he grabbed her arm and hauled her into the living room.
“Dammit, Jesse, stop manhandling me,” she ordered him, furious as he spun her around before releasing her.
“Take the shirt off,” he growled, his voice darkly dangerous.
Terrie felt her juices begin to coat her cunt lips, her breasts swelling further as his gaze flickered to them once again.
“Jesse, this has gone too far.” She restrained the urge to do exactly what he ordered. Damn it, she shouldn’t be so turned on with this dominant side of him. Her vagina shouldn’t be flaming with arousal, her body desperate to have him touch her.
His hands went to his shirt. She watched, almost whimpering as he quickly pulled it from his trousers and began to unbutton it.
“Take it off, or I’ll rip it from you. Which suits me better. When I get you in bed I want you naked, wearing nothing but my touch.”
She shuddered, moisture sliding insidiously from her vagina, thick and hot, preparing her.
“What’s gotten into you?” she whispered breathlessly as he tore the shirt from his shoulders and dropped it carelessly to the floor.
His eyes were blazing with heat now as he watched her.
“Take the shirt off, Terrie,” he rasped out heatedly. “Make me tell you again, and I promise, you won’t like the consequences.”
“Rape?” she questioned him, though she knew if he touched her, she would fall beneath him willingly.
He smiled. A slow sexy turn of his lips that had her breathing escalating.
“Would it be rape, baby?” he asked her with a slow, knowing drawl. “I don’t think it would be. I think your pussy is ready to drip down your leg you’re so turned on. I think you need it hard, fast and rough. And I’m more than ready to give it to you.”
Terrie felt the blood rush through her system. Lust, hot and addictive, was like a spicy scent in the air, steaming between them. Carnal intent filled Jesse’s expression and tightened every line and muscle in his body. Her quick glance to his crotch showed a bulge that made her mouth go dry. Hard, fast and rough. The words had her pussy clenching, drenching her with heated need. He had no idea just how much she did want it, need it, crave it. From him.
His hands reached out, and before she could stop him, he gripped the shirt, wrenching the material until buttons were flying in all directions and she was left bare before his gaze. Gasping, Terrie jerked back from him. Her eyes widened, her body flared with a heat so deep it terrified her.
“Good God.” His voice was strangled at he stared at her thighs, the bare folds of her pussy and the gold ring piercing the clit hood. “Son of a bitch, Terrie. Could anything be sexier than that ring? I can’t wait to see what it does for you when I get it in my mouth.”
Her clit pulsed, her womb clenching with such force it made her breathless, terrifying her with the strength of her arousal. Before she could change her mind she ran. Dodging around him, she sprinted through the room and up the stairs, aware that he had taken off after her.
The breath was sawing desperately through her chest as she scrambled up the steps to the dubious safety of her room. She could lock herself in, run a tub of cold water and immerse herself in it. Surely that would cool the naked lust spearing through her body.
He caught her at the door. One arm manacled her waist as the other slammed the door closed behind them. Jesse held her effortlessly, ignoring her struggles as he tore the shirt from her body, then allowed her to wrench out of his arms.
“Bastard!” She turned on him, wishing she were as furious as she was trying to be.
His lips quirked with a smile.
“I’m hearing everything out of your lips but ‘no’, Terrie,” he growled, his hands going to the clasp of his trousers. “Let me hear you say no. Come on, baby, I dare you.”
As she stared at him in shock, the rest of his clothes were disposed of. He stood before her gloriously naked, his cock standing out from his body in a hard, thick exclamation of arousal. Terrie’s breath caught. He was hard-packed muscle and thick eager lust.
“This is insanity,” she gasped, her breasts heaving as his gaze watched the hard-tipped mounds with sexual intensity.
She could feel the weight of the ring in her nipple and her clit, rasping against the sensitivity of each area.
“No, waiting this long was insanity,” he growled. “Waiting on you to forget Thomas’s stupidity and to see how desperately I’ve craved you was insanity. I’m about to get real damned smart and do something about it now.”
“And if I don’t want it?” she questioned desperately. Like that was going to happen in this lifetime.
“Oh, you want it,” he told her, stalking closer to her as she backed away from him uneasily. “That pretty, bare cunt of yours is glistening with how bad you want it. And I’m more than happy to give it to you.”
She knew he was right, but damn him, he didn’t have to be so sure of himself.
“You should wait until it’s offered,” she said, trying to sneer.
He laughed. A low, deep vibration of humor that speared through her cunt. Oh hell, she thought, she was a goner. She backed away further as he came too close, only to bump against the bed with a gasp. He stopped, inches from her, staring down at her with naked, carnal intent as he reached around her. Her eyes widened as he glanced down at the silk stockings he held in his hand. Stockings she had left there the day before after removing them.
Terrie swallowed tightly. She was afraid to know what was going through his mind at that moment.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered her roughly.
Her eyes narrowed on him. The blood was rushing through her system from the chase, the arousal, the forbidden potency of his dominance.
“Make me,” she snarled. She wasn’t in the mood to submit to anything.
Uh oh. Satisfaction lit his eyes in a blaze of lust so intense it nearly seared her.
“I can,” he assured her, his voice dark, sexy. “But you can never go back, Terrie. Once you get a taste of the forbidden, you’ll only need more.”
And he was forbidden. She stared up at him, sensual terror washing over her in waves. Could she handle him? She had always known she couldn’t, so what the hell was she doing here now?
As she watched him, he turned from her abruptly, striding quickly to her dresser. Terrie’s eyes widened as he started pulling out drawers, one after the other, until he found what he wanted. The breath left her body when he turned back to her, another pair of her silk stockings gripped in his hand.
She swallowed tightly.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered her again.
“Like I said; make me.” She braced her body for the struggle to come.
Her cunt was aflame, burning her with need. Sexual intent filled his expression—dark, glittering with purpose as he stared at her, gauging her mood. Then, he smiled again.
Terrie darted away from the bed. She would be damned if she would make it easy for him. But just as she feared, there was little fight involved. His arms came around her, his heavier, muscular body controlling her easily as she struggled against him. She kicked out at him, gasping as her hands went to the hard arms encircling her waist as he wrestled her to the bed.
She cursed; Jesse only chuckled. He threw her to the bed, dodging her fists and her half-hearted kicks as he secured first one wrist then the other to the metal bars of her headboard with soft, silken ties. When he had that accomplished, he moved to her feet.
Terrie kicked at his hands, her body bouncing on the bed as she fought to keep him from securing her feet with the soft stockings before he tied the end to the bed.
When he finished, they were both breathing fast, rough, filling the room with the overwhelming scent of primitive, sexual needs. He stood back from her then, one hand going to his cock, massaging it as he watched her.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” he growled. “Seeing you spread out before me, unable to fight me, unable to deny me.”
“Pervert,” she snarled.
He chuckled. “Nympho. You love it, Terrie. Your pussy is so hot and wet I swear I think I see steam rising from it.”
Chapter Five
Terrie wouldn’t doubt it. The heavy, intense ache pulsed in her clit, clenched her womb. She was so horny she felt as though she was going to disintegrate with the need.
He moved to the bed then, lying down beside her, propping his head up with one hand as he watched her. The other smoothed across her abdomen as the muscles there clenched in excitement.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” he told her, his voice soft, throbbing with lust. “Even before that stupid brother of mine fucked up, I dreamed of having you like this. Tied down, your eyes big with excitement and apprehension, the sweet scent of your arousal tempting my senses.”
“This won’t work, Jesse.” Anticipation warred with hesitancy. She had known Jesse was more man than she could handle, that his needs and his tastes could not be satisfied by her.
He liked strong, confident women. Women who could fight him, stand up to him sexually. A partner as tempestuous as he was in bed. Terrie wanted his dominance. She wanted to be made to submit to needs that even she couldn’t fantasize of in full detail.
“I think it’s working out just fine,” he grinned down at her, his hand cupping her breast, his finger tweaking the hard nipple then making her moan helplessly as he tugged at the ring piercing it.
Her breath caught in her throat as the caress speared to her cunt. Intense, fiery, that little pinch of pain nearly had her body exploding in ecstasy.
“Untie me. We’ll call it quits here and just forget this ever happened,” she gasped as his head lowered to her breast.
He halted, his eyes rising to her.
“Baby, don’t take me for a fool,” he grinned. “I have you right where I want you. I have no intentions of letting you go now.”