The last thing I expected was for Dane to push me into the car. Luckily for my fast reflexes, I softened my landing with my hands and stopped from landing face first in his seat. The driver’s door opens and I push up and sit back before he slides in. He slams the door and doesn’t even glance my way before turning the car on. He revs the engine and I scramble to put my seat belt on as he peels out of the neighborhood. When we’re on the main highway, I fold my arms and lean back.
“You haven’t given me a very good first impression,” I grumble.
I’m face forward and stare out of the window. I try not to look at him, but my eyes don’t get the memo. They dart to my left and land on his hand as they grip the steering wheel. I swallow as my gaze trails up his forearm. Goddess, he’s muscular, the material of his shirt stretched tight over his thick forearms. I’ve seen the ink that hides beneath it and itch to see it.
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If Dane felt me, he didn’t show it. His eyes remained on the road and his face remained a hard wall of indifference. I bit on my bottom lip as I pulled him out. Still, he said nothing. Did nothing. And I became determined to get a reaction out of him. When I stared down at him, my lips parted and drool wet my lips. He was perfect. My fingers were wrapped around his girth and they didn’t touch. He had the density of a soda can and I struggled to hold in a moan.“What’s wrong? Cat catch your tongue?” Dane asked.“No, I-”“Let’s not pretend you don’t know what to do with a cock,” he teased.“It’s not that. It’s just…” I trailed off as my fingers trailed down the underside.“What?” he asked.“You’re even bigger than the pics,&
Dane’s scent envelops me, my lips feel swollen, and my throat hurts, but I snuggle closer. My nails dig into flesh. The fear of him dropping me is strong even as I come in and out of consciousness. With how much I weigh, I’d expect him to have to throw me up in the air to get a better grip, but he didn’t do that once. Picture what you do with a toddler when you’ve been holding them for a really long time. Your arms get tired, and you have to throw them up to get a better hold on them.I have a lot of experience with kids. Older siblings and all. Not that Dane makes me think of having kids. Goddess. Then it’s dark again. The next few moments are a blur of images, scents, and sounds. One second, there’s darkness, and the next, men are scrambling around us. Dane has come to a full stop. I see them before I hear them. My ears decide they don’t want to work at this moment.Abort!
It took a minute, but when I came down from the high of the orgasm Dane woke me up with, it hit me. Not because I’d spent the night over at someone’s house, but because I had one trigger, and the sex-god of my dreams chose to do it. Trauma. That’s what should have crossed my mind when I woke up to him between my legs, but that’s not what happened.I read dark romance all the time. Zero triggers. I can read somnophilia, but going through it? Waking up from it? I didn’t think I’d be able to do it without being dragged into the hell that is my past. I never thought I’d ever be okay with being woken up with physical touch, or anything close to sexual.Amos used to take what he wanted from me when he wanted it. No explanation was needed. Nor was consent a thing in his world. I was his. To have and to do with what he wanted. Something so normal for him haunted my sleep. Bu
The fear of his massive monster cock was real, but there were a few things I’d like to do with it. After refusing to get out of bed, he grabbed my ankles, flipped me, and pulled me to the edge like a rag doll. Laying on my stomach, ass up, Dane descended on me. His chest flush with my back, his cock digging into back, my jaw was on the bed. My inner avid book reader was kicking her feet and squealing.It shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did, but that one move had me dripping like an omega in one of my Omegaversebooks. I was gushing. It should have been embarrassing, but I was too busy panting. That voice that usually ruined everything whispered that I should be angry at being manhandled, especially after everything I’d gone through, but Goddess, I loved it.The force he exerted didn’t scare me, and I knew that made me crazy. Cleo was no fucking help. She agreed vehemently; her giggling hard to ign
Secrets don’t scare me. There are worse evils. Some men don’t even hide it, but there’s only one particular worry I have. I don’t want to be a home wrecker. I refuse to be someone who destroys a family. And I have no filter.“Are you mated?” I asked. Dane drops the pan he was about to put on the stove with a clatter. He arches a brow, but I hold his gaze, making sure he knows I am dead serious.“Do you think I would have come to you last night and kept you here if I were married?” he asked.“That’s not a no,” I said.“That’s definitely not a yes,” he said.“Can you just answer the question?” I sassed.“I’ve said this already, but I can’t wait to put you over my lap,” he growled. I stared at him pointedly. “No, I&rsquo
One minute, two minutes pass. I blink and then my jaw drops when his words register. My brows fly into my hairline and I wait for Dane to laugh and tell me this is a joke. This only happens in dark romance books, or even better, paranormal romance books. This is the part where I squeal and kick my legs on the bed. No way this is seriously happening.But the longer I stare at Dane, the longer I realize this is actually fucking happening. He doesn’t lift his arm and motion me closer. I swallow when he doesn’t chuckle and tell me to hurry my sweet little ass over to him.The grey eyes across the room hold no laughter in them and I know without a doubt that Dane means business. My eyes snag on the movement as he lifts his arm. For a second, hope blooms, only to be crushed as he points downward with his index finger. He’s dead serious and I’m standing with my mouth gaping open, looking as baffled as I feel.
My mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. With all the books I’ve read, you’d think I would know what to do or at least what to expect. I’ve read so much smut, this whole scenario is a classic. It’s a fantasy come to life. But what do I do? I stare into his grey eyes like a confused prude. His grip tightens, causing me to flinch, and he’s so close I can feel his warm breath on my face.“I don’t like repeating myself,” he warned.I knew this. He knew this, but the promise of what might happen if I disobeyed again called to me like a siren luring ships to their untimely death. Snapping out of my downward spiral of thoughts, I lift my hands from my lap and place them on his thighs. He releases me and leans back in his seat. Slowly, I slide my hands up, purposely brushing over the outline of his cock until I reach the taunt skin of his abdomen.I kneel at his
"Shiiiit," he groans as I enthusiastically bob and suck him like my life depends on it. I want this. Need him to come down my throat. I’m on my knees, my back bent at a ninety-degree angle as I take every fucking inch he has. The edges of my lips feel like they’re going to rip, and tears blur my vision as we both use my throat as a punching bag.“I’m going to come, baby girl. You’re not going to waste a drop, are you?” Dane grunted.His body was tense, his balls squished against my chin as my fingers continued massaging them. I used my thumb to draw circles into it as they drew tight. He was getting close, and I wanted his release more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I swallow and hum to answer him. He shoves me down on his cock, holding me there while he came. It gushed from his tip and my eyes rolled into the back of my head at his taste. He was better than drugs. Who needed Moonywhen y