Page 45 of Tormented

“I’m fucking warning you, asshole.”

“Show me you don’t want this.” He leans back, one arm still looped around my waist from where he shifted me down the seat. “If this is as wrong as you say, then your body won’t lie.”

“You can’t play on my base reactions, Sawyer.”

He reaches down and grasps the waist of my shorts so hard the snap pops.

I grab at his hand, trying to push him away. “Stop it.”

“Not listening to your words, Abbey-girl, ’cause we all know what bullshit they are.”

His wrist swivels, and with a flat hand, he plunges his fingers inside my panties. My breaths come quick and fast, my head pounds. He holds me at the edge of the cliff, leaning me over so I can see how far I have to fall.

And I want him to do it; I want him to let go.

I groan, biting my bottom lip to stifle the traitorous sounds coming from my mouth as his fingers find the seam of my folds, and push deeper. He doesn’t have to say a thing—I know what my body tells him.

“Told you that you were lyin’,” he says as he withdraws his hand.

I swallow hard as he licks his fingers clean, and then slides his arm out from around me to stand tall.

I sag into the chair, feeling so damn small beneath his towering frame.

“You want more?” he asks with an amused grin as I try to gather my shit.

I let my hooded gaze do the talking. Jesus, my body’s a whore.

“Then talk.” He folds his arms over his chest, the erection in his jeans glaringly obvious from my current position. “Tell me everything, every fear, every nightmare, and I’ll reward you so fuckin’ good you’ll be makin’ shit up just to get more.”

Fingers’ words ring in my ears as I straighten in the seat and re-snap my shorts. “The man has to respect what he’s bein’ given.” And right now, he’s being anything but respectful.

I push myself out of the chair, forcing him to step back to maintain his challenging stance. His eyes darken, his brow pinching as I stare him down.

“I won’t let you blackmail me into getting your way, Sawyer.”

He scowls as I step away, hesitating to look him over as he stands with his legs wide, arms thick over his chest, and a look on his face like he can’t decide if he wants to devour me, kill me, or do both.

“I made a promise to myself a long time ago to never let anyone take advantage of me again, and I’m not about to break it now. Even if my body did tell you the truth.”