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microsecond, his face changed in some infinitesimal way. “Can you trust me?” As he said the next soft words, he found one of my wrists and then the other and held them to the wall beside my head. “Absolutely, to the ends of the earth. And not at all. If you stay, I’m doing what I want to. Not what you want.”
    I tried to wrench from his grip and couldn’t budge at all. The strength in this man’s hands flattened me. I drifted far, far away. To the ends of the earth.
    Spellbound.
    Heartbeats counted the languid rhythm of my wayward thoughts.
    He unraveled me.
    This...was the same as when he’d made me spread my legs and show my underwear to him, while I’d lain exposed like some slave girl thrown before her master. It seemed I had a thing for this, when it was Glass. I’d never, ever let another man to do this.
    The meaning of his actions and words came to me: He could take physical control of me without asking. He wasn’t some deranged killer, but he might go somewhere that turned him on more than me.
    I wasn’t sure I’d mind that at all.
    If my translation was wrong, this could be a disaster, but what was the point of being an adrenalin junkie without an occasional fix?
    “I’m staying.” My tears spilled as I spoke and I felt the cooling tracks run over my cheeks. I was insane, clearly, completely, insane.
    “Good.”
    “Do what you want to...with me.”
    The words plummeted to earth, like the fall of a missile.
    Then he kissed my tears. Dear god, he kissed them.
    Then he kissed my mouth. “I’m going to make you scream.”
    Oh my. If he wanted to make me scream in pleasure, I was okay with that. If in pain, I was strangely okay with that too.
    He covered my mouth with his, denying me oxygen in a kiss that was an assault, not romantic foreplay.
    His larger body crushed me slowly to the wall. With every breath, my breasts pushed into his chest. The harder he crushed me, and the harder he kissed, the more I tried to resist. Every breath became a fight, yet it was background noise, as his tongue shoved into me.
    Seeing loses importance when you’re kissing, really kissing.
    I tasted this man, and felt his tongue probe my mouth, felt him breathe hotly into me, and his bites on my neck. I’d never had a man dare to hold me with such perfection. No matter what I did, or how much force I used to try to pull loose, he kept me in place, beneath him.
    I vanished into some other place where I was...his.
    I could hear myself groaning and breathing hard. Feel the twist of my body as I struggled to escape even though I couldn’t and didn’t want to. I felt the press of his thigh between mine. The rush and heat of blood. The screwing, twining, pumping of pressure inside me until I was gasping for relief. Do me. Fuck me. Be inside me.
    “Please.” I cried the word, in a shameless way. “Please.
    Then he stopped kissing me.
    “What do you want?”
    “You.” I opened my eyes again. How did you say this? I kept going, hoping my brain would find the words, no matter how embarrassing. “You. I want you...in me.”
    He laughed softly. “Not yet. Not until I say. Are your panties wet now? Are you?”
    Why couldn’t he want this like I did?
    “Yes?” I said hesitantly.
    “Let me see. Let me feel you.” He stepped away a foot. “Pull aside your bikini.”
    The bump in his boardshorts advertised his eagerness. Just doing what he said was as impossible as throwing myself out the window behind him, naked. I simply...couldn’t. I reached for him, already knowing it was wrong.
    Like I expected, like I wanted, I realized, he grabbed my hand, and stopped me, tightening his fingers in on mine until it hurt.
    “No. Do what I said.”
    “Or what?” I asked, breathless and hoping. “Would you hurt me?”
    The seconds burned past, leaving a trail of lust.
    The walls in here were going to be steeped in our pheromones when we were gone.
    Around his eyes crinkled. “I’ll spank you red. With some bites for extra.