In For the Kill by Shannon McKenna Page B

“Figure it out fast. The choice is about to be taken out of your hands. I’m counting down from five. Say ‘stop’ if you don’t want this to happen. Okay? Five. Four. Three. Two—”
    â€œYou son of a bitch!”
    â€œIf that’s what you need me to be,” he said evenly. “One. Time’s up. Fight as much as you want. It’s my call now.”
    She exploded into frantic movement again, but he countered every move she made, gazing intently to monitor her reaction.
    He kissed her again, but it was very different now. Not pleading, not asking, but demanding. His kiss commanded and impelled.
    She couldn’t stop struggling. It stoked the panicked, frantic energy like some crazy feedback loop. But he was incredibly strong. He steadily nudged her body into the position he wanted, flailing legs splayed, flopping arms pinned, chest heaving against his weight. Somehow immobilizing her without crushing her.
    He let go of her arms, ignoring her slapping and flailing, and nestled his stiff cock against the folds of her labia. Slowly, rhythmically sliding it up and down, so that his cock stroked her in a long, gliding, oblique caress. His cockhead popped triumphantly out over the hood of her clit, gleaming from her lube—and disappeared again for a slow, voluptuous drag downward. She stared down, panting. His pulsing club of flesh was so thick, so hot and shiny. He caressed her clit with his cockhead. Circling, just enough pressure to madden her.
    â€œNow,” he said. “Fight me now.”
    The challenge in his eyes set her off, like the starting gun of a race, but he’d positioned her cleverly so that every writhing, heaving move she made just rubbed his thick shaft deliciously over and around her clit. Every desperate jerk and twist just made it worse. Or better. Tension clutched her throat. Her muscles were clenched and trembling.
    Too much input, emotion, sensation. She was overloading.
    He stopped, shifting his body so that he was no longer grinding against her, but poised and motionless, muscles clenched. Eyes closed.
    She squirmed furiously in his grip. “Sam? What the hell are you doing? Why did you stop?”
    â€œStop moving,” he rasped. “Stay still, just for a second.”
    â€œStill, my ass!” she snapped. “You were the one who got me all worked up. Don’t you dare play games with me, or I’ll kill you!”
    â€œJust stop moving, or I’ll come all over you,” he begged. “Damn it, Sveti! Give me a second to breathe it down!”
    â€œThat is your problem, not mine! Move, goddamnit!”
    His grin flashed. “Demanding bitch,” he muttered, but he resumed his rhythmic pulsing.
    Sveti worked herself against his body, her movements frenzied, her gaze locked with his. He held her so tight, keeping her safe as the whole universe heaved up beneath her and turned inside out.
    When her eyes fluttered open, he was on his knees, intent upon rolling a condom over himself. He caught her gaze, and his smile flashed. “You game to go all the way?” he asked. “You up for that?”
    â€œI’m up for anything.” Her throat was cracked and dry.
    â€œWe never talked safe sex,” he said. “Or contraception. Just so you know, I’ve been tested recently. No STDs. No sex since then.”
    â€œMe neither. And I have a contraceptive implant.”
    â€œGood.” He didn’t look at her as he smoothed latex over his thick shaft, stroking it from root to head. “I’m using a condom anyway, of course. Just because that’s what you do, when it’s a one-off.”
    â€œAh, yes,” she managed inanely. “Of course.”
    He rolled on top of her. “Got any fight left?” He gripped her wrists. “Because I have plenty left for you.”
    â€œFor you, Sam, always.”
    He laughed as he jerked her into position, letting go of her hands to