Defenseless (Salvation, #5)(31)

“Tonight is about you.”

“It’s about us. Don’t deny me.”

Mark’s hand cups my neck, pulling me so we’re nose to nose. “I’ll never deny you. You’ve got me all turned out, and for some reason, I can’t say no to you.”

I briefly press my lips against his. “I feel the same.” I want to reiterate that this is a one-time thing. That once we get back, I have a feeling things will change for him. There’s so much going on that I don’t think he’s fully accepted.

“Don’t think.” His voice is desperate. “Be here. Take what you need, Charlie.”

“What if I don’t need anything?”

“You’re lying,” Mark replies. “You need more than you’ll admit. You need this. You need me to make you feel good, don’t you?” His hand moves to where I lay open to him. He doesn’t waste time, he inserts a finger and my head falls back. “That’s it, baby,” he coaxes. “You need a man who will put up with your shit. Someone who can handle your need to control, and know you want to be out of control for once.” Mark inserts another finger. My back arches, rubbing my breasts against his chest. He removes his fingers suddenly and my eyes fly open. “Now, do you need this?”

“Yes.”

“That’s it,” he says before my lips meet his again. “Now, take what you want.”

I break away and move down his body. Our eyes remain on each other as I slide slowly to pull his boxers and free his cock. He puts his arms behind his head as I look at his length. I press my lips against his stomach, kissing all the way down.

“I hope you’re ready for payback.” I smile before I take his length in one pull.

“Holy f*ck!” His hand flies to the back of my head.

I bob up and down, twirling my tongue around the tip. I moan, adding vibration, and enjoy each noise he makes in return. Mark’s muscles tense as I continue to blow him. Each time his breath hitches, I suck harder and deeper.

“Charlie,” he groans. “You gotta stop, baby. I’m gonna lose it.”

I suck one more time before I come up.

Mark doesn’t give me a second to recover. He practically throws me on my back, puts a condom on, and is back on top of me. “Tell me your name.” He puts the tip of his dick in and waits.

I look at him and wish he could understand, but there’s no way. I won’t give that part of me to him. “No.”

“No?”

“It’s the only thing that’s mine.”

“I need to know.” He presses just a little bit deeper.

I wiggle beneath him. I need more. “Don’t stop,” I beg.

“Tell me.”

“I need more.”

Another inch deeper.

“Mark!” I practically scream while I try to push him using my heels against his ass. I fight with myself. It’s just a name, but it feels like a complete surrender.

“I can’t f*ck you if I don’t know your name.” He pulls out a little.

I whimper at the retreat. Then I get pissed. Fuck him. How dare he use this moment to extract information? “Wrong way, you son of a bitch!”

“Ahh!” He smiles. “There you are. Not so calm and badass when you want my dick?”

He thinks he’s so smart. Well, he’s not the only one trained. I slap him across the cheek. I watch the shock flash on his face and know I only have a second before he’ll recover. So, I push him on his back and impale myself. “Looks like I got what I wanted anyway.”

Of course, this is just the beginning. There’s no way I’m not going to pay for that. Sure enough, he uses the fact he’s double my size and rolls me back. He pushes so deep inside me that I can barely breathe. “You want this?” he growls.

“Yes!”

Mark sets an unrelenting rhythm as he takes everything. We f*ck like animals, clawing, grabbing, and pounding into each other. I climb higher and higher as the sweat drips down my face. The smell of sex is all around us. I scrape my nails across his back, hold on, and teeter on the verge of another climax. “I’m gonna come,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Give it to me.” Mark pounds harder. “Squeeze my dick. Take it, Charlie.”

My head rolls back as he continues to slam into me. “Mark!” I moan as I get closer.

“Fuck, baby. I’m close. Look at me. Look at me when I own you.”

We lock eyes as he slips his hand between where we’re joined and presses against my clit. That’s all I need. I fall over the edge, screaming his name and clawing at his back.

Mark thrusts a few more times and follows me to the finish line.

After a few minutes of lying there to catch our breaths, we get up to clean up. I head into the bathroom and look myself over. My hair looks like I’m Medusa, my makeup is smeared, and I’m flushed. I lean back against the door, letting it sink in. I had mind-blowing sex with Mark. The man who drives me insane and makes me wonder what the hell is wrong with me.

This is bad. This is very, very bad.

I’m a stupid woman. I know better than this. But there was something in his eyes. A part of him I’ve never seen before that beckoned me. I wanted to take it away. And now, I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do.