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Trapped, I pushed on the door to try and shove him backwards to give me the tiniest bit of room to slip away, but my attempt was futile. It was like pushing against a cement wall. I only ended up rubbing my body along his, causing him to harden in his pants. His other hand, which was still holding the door closed, quickly dropped to grasp one of my wrists and pinned it above my head. His lips pressed where my neck curved into my shoulder, drawing forth a gasp.

My heart rate picked up speed. “Jamie, stop it.” I didn’t want him to know he was affecting me, but his touch, no matter how rough, and his lips made my body betray me.

He trailed open mouth kisses up my neck. My skin pebbled with goose bumps. When he sucked, then nipped with his teeth at the sensitive spot just below my ear, my whole body shuddered. “You want this,” he said. His hand on my stomach slipped down over my thigh and his fingers began hiking up my nightgown until it bunched at my hips.

“Who are you trying to convince? Me or yourself?” I growled with zero oomph behind it.

He bit down hard on my sensitive spot, forcing a groan from me. “I know you want this, but you’re fighting it,” he whispered as he grazed my ear with his lips and his finger plucked at the band on my underwear. “If I slip my fingers into your panties right now, I’ll find you wet and ready for me.”

Why did the wordpantiesfalling from his lips seem to undo me? If I hadn't been wet before, I definitely was now. I ached to give in, beg him to fuck me. But I’d hate myself after.

His fingers slipped into the thin fabric protecting my core. I hadn't known I'd been holding my breath until he glided between my folds, brushing over my clit, making me gasp for air. “Fuck, baby, you’re soaked,” he groaned. His mouth began working my neck again, licking as he went. His strong fingers rubbed my bud of nerves into a frenzy. I was panting without even realizing it.

My body was desperate for him. My heart was scared of him. My mind was angry with him. I was short circuiting, unsure of what to do. In that moment nothing seemed right or wrong. I was just trying to exist.

When he circled my entrance before pushing a finger inside me, I whimpered. He finger fucked me slowly before adding a second while the heel of his palm ground against my clit. My restraint withered. I threw my head back on his shoulder, moaning.

“You’re clenching around my fingers. Your pussy is begging me not to leave it. I wonder if my tongue would get the same response.” My brain didn’t even have time to process his dirty words because he tore his fingers away from my panties, spun me around, and slammed my back against the door. My nightgown was ripped off my shoulders, literally. The tearing of fabric barely registered to my lust subdued brain and before I knew it, I was standing before him completely naked. My protests bubbled in my chest but died in my throat when he kneeled and sucked my clit between his lips. I arched my back to give him better access. My leg was lifted and hooked over his shoulder. He worked my clit and probed my core with his tongue, forcing me to cry out. On one shaky leg, I rocked my hips as he got me to the edge. As I was about to fall from it and meet my climax, the bastard pulled away and got to his feet. His lustful eyes met mine while he wiped his wet mouth with the back of his hand.

“You want this,” he said, flicking his fingers between us.

My lungs constricted.He was playing with me.

“I didn’t want this. You made me want you!” I snapped and pushed off the wall. I slammed my fists down on his chest in a fit of rage. “I hate you! I hate you!” I repeated as I continued to slam my fists on his chest. He caught me by my wrists, but not before my fingers could snag ahold of his shirt. With my strength combined with his, we ripped it open, sending buttons flying.

His beautiful yet angry hazel eyes bored into mine as if they could read my every thought and every secret.With how perceptive he was, I wouldn’t have doubted it. That was just another reason why I needed to stay away from him. I pulled at my wrists he still held tightly, to no avail.

“You don’t hate me,” he declared, stepping closer to me, invading my space, forcing me to step back. He did it again and again, walking me backwards. My hip bumped into a chair. He kicked it over and out of the way, pushing me even further until my bare ass touched the table. “You want to hate me, but you don’t. The question is why?”

I pursed my lips in a tight line and tried to yank my hands free again. He surprised me by letting go. My freedom was short lived. As soon as he released me, his hands dropped to the back of my thighs and he hoisted me up onto the table. He stepped between my legs and pushed me back, not so gently until I was laying before him. He shrugged off his dress shirt, fluidly, then his hands pulled roughly at my hips until my ass was slightly hanging over the edge of the table. The distinct sound of a belt unbuckling reached my ears and I went to sit up, but his strong hand shoved me back down. “If you don’t want to tell me right now, then fine. But I won’t let this go, baby. I told you you were mine and I meant it,” he bit out angrily. The sound of his zipper echoed in the room and mybreathing picked up. I shouldn’t have wanted him, but I did. I should have left, but I couldn’t.

I felt him line up with my entrance and without warning or easing me into it, he slammed into me. I screamed out. “This is what you wanted,” he grunted as he pounded into me with his hand locked on my hips. “You told everyone this was your fantasy. To be fucked on this table until you screamed.” He was rough, angry, and unrelenting. It was the perfect mixture of punishing pleasure that I knew deep down I deserved. His hips rolled, changing the angle slightly so his pelvis was hitting my clit and I moaned out his name, begging him not to stop.

“That’s it, baby. Come back to me.” Without interrupting his rhythm, he reached up and cupped the back of my neck. Lifting me up into a sitting position, he touched his lips to mine. My legs locked around his waist and I held onto his shoulders. His fingers snaked into my hair, deepening our kiss as his cock continued to stretch my pussy and bumped into my cervix. I was so close. Between his passionate kiss where his tongue rivaled mine and the way his pelvis kept beating on my clit, I was hurtling towards the edge.

“Jamie! Oh fuck, Jamie!” I yelled out between kisses.

“I love the way you scream my name.”

His deep and raspy voice did me in. I came so hard, spots took away my sight. My body locked around him, holding on for dear life. My nails scraped across his skin as my pussy contracted. He grunted and his hips began to jerk in short spurts as he found his own release, filling me with his warm essence.

Our ragged and labored breaths matched each other. My forehead was resting on his shoulder while I recovered. My legs and arms had fallen from around him like weak spaghetti. With how far my ass was hanging off the table, it was his body alone that prevented me from falling to the floor. His arms circled around me, hugging me tightly as if afraid to let me go. Lips pressed to my temple and a hand stroked my hair, showering me with affection.

The more I came down from my orgasm, the more lucid I became. My whole body tensed up. Just because we'd had sex didn’t mean it had changed anything.

He stilled, hand mid stroke, sensing my change. Before he stepped away, he lowered me to the ground, being careful not to let me fall. When his face came into view, he was unreadable.

While he pulled up and buckled his pants, I went searching for my nightgown. It was practically ripped in half.Great, now I’d have to venture up to my room naked. There had to be twenty cameras between here and there.

A shirt was draped over my shoulders. By the burgundy color, I realized it was Jamie’s dress shirt. Peeking over my shoulder, I found him in only his pants. Without saying a word, he leaned in, kissed my head and left.

CHAPTER 40

Zombie-ing out of bed, I ran into Asher out in the hall. The smell of coffee hit my nose and my eyes zeroed in on the mug he was holding. He offered me the mug. I gratefully accepted it and brought the hot liquid up to my mouth, blowing on it a few times before taking a sip. Internally, I wept for joy. It was perfect.

“Thank you, Thor, god of coffee.”

Going in for another sip, I glanced at him over my mug. The corner of his mouth twitched as he took in my appearance. It was another night of barely getting any sleep. My hair was in a tangled knot on top of my head. I was wearing baggy and tatty old sweats, because one: it had gotten cold last night. Winter was starting to rear her ugly head. And two: Jamie had ripped my nightgown apart.