Warrior (Twisted Sister #2) by Lacy LeRoch
Authors: Lacy LeRoch
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Leaning down, he pushes my body flat to the mattress. My breath hitches when I feel the soft press of his lips on the back of my thighs.
“So responsive, I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
The feel of his rough, calloused hands take me by surprise, as they run up the side of my ribcage.
“Shit,” I pant unable to control my reaction to him. My thoughts quickly turn to the scars that line my body, and I become completely mortified. I try to cover them up as I’ve never let anyone see them. I’m so ashamed that I would allow myself to get so caught up in the moment, so lost in this man, that I would forget the one thing that matters the most to me.
“No,” he growls.
I squeal in surprise and look over my shoulder confused.
“You are not to hide a single inch of your body from me. Never… and I mean never, do you shy away from me. You are not to hide your body, ma petite. ”
The hurt in his voice takes me by surprise. This man doesn’t even know me, and he’s upset that I try to hide the ugly, hideous scars that line my side. His green eyes flash with warning. It’s a look that tells me this man is used to getting what he wants and won’t take no for an answer. As if being able to read my mind, he keeps eye contact with me. Not bothering to hide the hurt and frustration from his gaze. For a split second, I swear I see his eyes flash quickly to a deep green with gold rimmed slits, then back to bright green again. But that isn’t possible, it must have been a trick of the light. I don’t understand why he’s so hurt from me trying to cover up, but I never want to see that look there again. I can’t say that I like the way my stomach drops and my chest tightens, seeing that hurt in his eyes.
It pulls at the strings of my heart. I learned a long time ago that emotions are better kept locked up tight and never let out. A stray tear falls from the corner of my eye, angry with myself, I glance down at the mattress. I don’t want him to see the weakness, so I quickly turn back around and look down at my pillow. I will never allow myself to be put into the situation again where my feelings get used against me. My stranger brings a hand down and slaps me hard on the backside.
“That’s for trying to hide your body from me,” he growls.
The slap on my ass makes me feel alive, almost free. I want… no, that’s not right, I need more. I feel bold and daring as I rise my backside up slightly and sway it in the air.
“Again,” I moan.
God, I’m glad he can’t see my face. It burns hot with embarrassment and shame at my behavior. I’m the uptight doctor, I don’t do this. Not, ever. Every time I’ve been with a man, it’s always been on my terms. That usually means dark rooms, lights out and with my shirt left on at all times. The sound of ripping fabric fills the air as he rips my underwear from my body. He throws the shredded material down in front of my face to show me what he’s done.
“I was only going to bite your perfect ass and leave, but you tempt me like no other has done before. I won’t force you, but I need to have your permission.”
I start to shake uncontrollably, with need and deep desire, while pushing my bare ass back toward him. Like a kitten needing and seeking attention, I start rubbing myself up and down his thick thighs. He groans and reaches down, grabbing my hips in a crushing grip. He tightens his clasp and pulls my ass back hard against his jean clad thighs. Using his hold on my hips, he bumps and grinds my ass up and down his body. The friction feels incredible. I’m panting shamelessly and begging for more. Every time he pulls me back into him, we both groan in unison. The rocking stops, and he holds me firmly against his crotch with one hand. His other runs up my back and I arch into his touch, making him chuckle. He leans over my back and reaches his hand down, his finger brushes over my slit.
“You are so wet for me. Tell me, ma petite, tell
Leaning down, he pushes my body flat to the mattress. My breath hitches when I feel the soft press of his lips on the back of my thighs.
“So responsive, I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
The feel of his rough, calloused hands take me by surprise, as they run up the side of my ribcage.
“Shit,” I pant unable to control my reaction to him. My thoughts quickly turn to the scars that line my body, and I become completely mortified. I try to cover them up as I’ve never let anyone see them. I’m so ashamed that I would allow myself to get so caught up in the moment, so lost in this man, that I would forget the one thing that matters the most to me.
“No,” he growls.
I squeal in surprise and look over my shoulder confused.
“You are not to hide a single inch of your body from me. Never… and I mean never, do you shy away from me. You are not to hide your body, ma petite. ”
The hurt in his voice takes me by surprise. This man doesn’t even know me, and he’s upset that I try to hide the ugly, hideous scars that line my side. His green eyes flash with warning. It’s a look that tells me this man is used to getting what he wants and won’t take no for an answer. As if being able to read my mind, he keeps eye contact with me. Not bothering to hide the hurt and frustration from his gaze. For a split second, I swear I see his eyes flash quickly to a deep green with gold rimmed slits, then back to bright green again. But that isn’t possible, it must have been a trick of the light. I don’t understand why he’s so hurt from me trying to cover up, but I never want to see that look there again. I can’t say that I like the way my stomach drops and my chest tightens, seeing that hurt in his eyes.
It pulls at the strings of my heart. I learned a long time ago that emotions are better kept locked up tight and never let out. A stray tear falls from the corner of my eye, angry with myself, I glance down at the mattress. I don’t want him to see the weakness, so I quickly turn back around and look down at my pillow. I will never allow myself to be put into the situation again where my feelings get used against me. My stranger brings a hand down and slaps me hard on the backside.
“That’s for trying to hide your body from me,” he growls.
The slap on my ass makes me feel alive, almost free. I want… no, that’s not right, I need more. I feel bold and daring as I rise my backside up slightly and sway it in the air.
“Again,” I moan.
God, I’m glad he can’t see my face. It burns hot with embarrassment and shame at my behavior. I’m the uptight doctor, I don’t do this. Not, ever. Every time I’ve been with a man, it’s always been on my terms. That usually means dark rooms, lights out and with my shirt left on at all times. The sound of ripping fabric fills the air as he rips my underwear from my body. He throws the shredded material down in front of my face to show me what he’s done.
“I was only going to bite your perfect ass and leave, but you tempt me like no other has done before. I won’t force you, but I need to have your permission.”
I start to shake uncontrollably, with need and deep desire, while pushing my bare ass back toward him. Like a kitten needing and seeking attention, I start rubbing myself up and down his thick thighs. He groans and reaches down, grabbing my hips in a crushing grip. He tightens his clasp and pulls my ass back hard against his jean clad thighs. Using his hold on my hips, he bumps and grinds my ass up and down his body. The friction feels incredible. I’m panting shamelessly and begging for more. Every time he pulls me back into him, we both groan in unison. The rocking stops, and he holds me firmly against his crotch with one hand. His other runs up my back and I arch into his touch, making him chuckle. He leans over my back and reaches his hand down, his finger brushes over my slit.
“You are so wet for me. Tell me, ma petite, tell