Page 13 of Shane: His to Possess
“Come to bed.”
Mia shook her head, tugging her hand away and crossing her arms over her chest. She kept her angry expression in place as he towered over her. The gentle lover morphed into a resigned warrior in a matter of seconds. She could practically see the transformation, and her nerves stretched taut as the awareness of an impending battle of wills filled the air.
She had expected him to try to lift her from the loveseat, which she had pressed into with all her weight, so she actually made it easier on him when he climbed on top of her. Mia arched her body, trying to shove him away. “Get off me, you oaf.”
“Keep wiggling like that, honey, and I’ll be a happy man.” He grinned down at her, emphasizing his point by thrusting his hardening erection into the apex of her thighs.
Mia went limp for a moment but couldn’t maintain the passive resistance when he bent his head to nuzzle her neck. She yelped and renewed her struggle to escape, not liking just how much she enjoyed the tender grazing of his teeth and lips against that sensitive spot.
She scored first contact by slamming her elbow into his stomach. Shane grunted and lay heavily against her for a moment, pinning her against the cushions. When he was breathing normally again, his expression took on a chill. “Why the fuck do you want me to hurt you, Mia?”
“Seems like I hurt you.”
He sighed before grasping her wrists in his hands and pulling them above her head. She struggled to dislodge him, almost succeeding in escaping once as he was pinning both wrists with one hand.
“No way.” With another grunt, he shook her lightly. It wasn’t enough to incapacitate her, but it did slow her down until he could secure her arms above her.
“You’re disgusting.” She wanted to spit in his face but feared that might elicit a reaction that far surpassed anything he had done to her yet. Though, it would be hard to top last night.
“Really?” With what seemed more like luck and determination than finesse, he unzipped her jeans and stripped them down to her thighs with one hand. “You’re so disgusted by me, little Mia?”
She glared at him. “You repulse me.”
Shane tugged at her underwear, ripping the cotton from one side of her hip to allow him access. “Tell that to your pussy.” With a chortle of dark triumph, he thrust two fingers into her folds, finding little resistance.
Her eyes widened with shock when she realized she was wet—and not just a little bit but dripping with arousal. Trying to squirm away from his confident fingers only exacerbated the problem by making her slicker. She bit hard on her tongue to keep in a moan when he bent his fingers inside to press against her G-spot. “Let go.” Mia arched her hips, hating that she liked what he was doing enough that it spurred her to renew her escape attempts. “You disgusting bastard, get off me.”
Shane stood, bringing her to her feet. He moved so quickly that she stood frozen for a second as they stared at each other, chests heaving. Her gaze darted toward the door as his moved to the bed before returning to her. Mia feinted around him and ran for the French doors. There wasn’t a chance she’d reach them, but she couldn’t just give in.
Seconds later, he halted her in midflight, clamping her resisting body against his as he half-dragged, half-wrestled her to the large bed. She landed against the snowy linens with a small grunt, and he was atop her a second later. Mia turned her head to the side to avoid suffocating in the plush comforter as he straddled her back, his buttocks resting near her neck.
The silk robe had come undone in their struggle and now pooled around them, barely held on by his arms. Mia whimpered when he shrugged out of it and precisely draped it across the bed beside her. Her jeans, which had ended up tangled around one ankle, came next. Torn panties joined the pile, along with ankle socks. She felt absurdly vulnerable to be underneath his bare body in just a baggy sweatshirt and bra.
“You need to stop this nonsense, Mia.” His hand collided firmly with her buttocks.
She flinched at the sharp spank. “How dare you? I’m not a child.” Her position and the bedding muffled the words, but they still carried a strong note of outrage.
“You’re behaving like a child.” He spanked her again and again.
“I guess that makes you a pedophile, then?” She tossed out the accusation when his hand changed from punishing to caressing her butt cheek.
He laughed. “I said you were acting childishly. There is nothing about your lush body to make me think of a little girl, honey.” He cupped both of her cheeks and kneaded gently.
Mia pressed her hips forward, straining to get away—and disconcerted to note the way the position forced a pile of the bedding against her mound. As she wiggled to escape, the comforter stimulated her clit in a way that made her burn with shame, even as she pressed more firmly against the material. To escape his hands on her ass, of course.
“This could be good for both of us, baby.” His hands moved toward her thighs, his thumbs wedged between her cheeks.
She froze, shaking her head frantically. “No.”
“Mine.” He dipped his digits in a bit more and spread her wider. “Every hole is mine, Mia. Every inch of your body belongs to me. Before this is over, every thought in your head will revolve around me, and every sexual fantasy will be about me.”
“You have an enormous ego.”
He pressed against her back, and the microfleece did nothing to disguise the heat of his arousal. “It matches my cock.”
She wanted to heckle him, but she couldn’t disagree. Her experience with that…thing had demonstrated his endowment, even though she had little with which to compare. His breath caressed her puckered bud, and she shook her head frantically, struggling again to dislodge him. “Please, Shane, not that. Not there.” How she hated begging him for anything, but she just couldn’t let him touch her there.
He hesitated for a second, as though deciding. His lips ghosted along her crevice but didn’t venture inside as his mouth moved lower. It was almost a relief to feel his tongue against her perineum before it ventured lower.