Love Is Strange (I Know... #2) Read Free

found the thick ridge of him. My eyes slipped shut as thoughts assaulted my brain... thoughts of him thrusting his big cock in me, forcing himself inside of me again and again. Thoughts of how he would feel. Thoughts of what he would do to me. Thoughts of what he would make me do.
    “Shit,” he said, holding my hand steady against him. “You like to lie, don't you?” He pressed his lips to my temple. I flexed my fingers, my the skin of my palm itching. “Why do you keep lying to me?” He dragged his teeth down the side of my face, his breath tickling my cheek. His arm encircled my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. I gripped his erection and he moaned, rolling his hips against me. “Goddamn, I want you,” he whispered harshly in my ear. “You want me too, don't you?”
    “No,” I said immediately, shaking my head.
    “Liar,” he said, and I could have sworn I heard his voice in my brain, not in my ear. Then he leaned back, giving me space again. I opened my eyes and took a deep breath, my ribs crying out at the simple movement. He dropped his hands to his belt and I knew what was coming next. I scooted quickly to the side and slid off the desk, my feet dropping to the floor. I backed out of the cubicle, banging my elbow on the way out. He followed me, unzipping his jeans. Stalking, slow and deliberate like the animal he was. A warning bell rang at the back of my mind and my stomach clenched.
    I knew.
    I knew how it was going to end up, the second I saw him standing in the dark. And sure enough, he grabbed me and swept me off my feet. I ended up on my back on the floor, his hand up my skirt, fingers pushing my panties aside. I threw my elbows out, scrambling onto my stomach and pushing myself to my knees. I tried to crawl away, the carpet burning a rash into my skin, but he grabbed the waistband of my skirt and pulled me back down onto the floor. Then he covered me with his big body, slapping a hand over my mouth as he rolled me over onto my back. I raised my knee, getting him between the ribs, bone hitting bone. He grunted in pain and satisfaction flared up in me, my small victory seeming larger than it was. He hoisted himself up on his knees and stared down at me, the sharp lines of his face highlighted in the shadows. He was terrifying, but also impossibly handsome. I couldn't see his eyes, but I knew what I would find there – madness. Pure, unadulterated craziness.
    He enjoyed my fight, as only a true deviant would.
    He took off his gloves and tossed them aside. I squirmed and he slammed his thighs on either side of my hips, locking me beneath him.
    “Don't,” I said, pushing and clawing against his thighs in vain.
    “Don't what?” he asked, cocking his head to the side as he slid his hand into his pants. I watched him pull his cock out, biting down hard on my lip as he ran his hand down his thick length, like he was showing off for me. Then he let his dick go, and it bobbed in front of him like it was begging for my mouth. Then he dropped his hand to my chest and gripped the front of my silk blouse. “Don't what?” he repeated, mocking me. I swallowed hard, the warmth of his hand seeping through the thin fabric and into the skin below.
    “Please,” I said, my voice soft. Like pleading with him would stop him.
    Ha.
    He smirked and unceremoniously ripped the front of my blouse open. I could hear the buttons land on the floor around me, hear and there. The cool still air of the office hit my sweat-damp skin and a chill ran through me. My nipples tightened and I arched my back involuntarily, the sensitive tips rubbing uncomfortably against the lace of my bra. He ran his warm hand up my sternum, almost delicately, like he didn't want to hurt me, but again, I wasn't fooled. He wanted to hurt me, badly. He wanted to hurt me until I screamed and begged and bled. He closed his eyes for a minute, savoring his victory.
    After that, I was his. For however long he wanted me. I couldn't move. I couldn't get