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to edge out from underneath him. He was far too heavy for her to dislodge.
"Don't do this to me,” she implored. Every part of her being begged for his heated, masculine touch. His erection strained against her clamped together thighs. His contact with her skin made desires she had repressed for years stir to life, reminding her of forbidden passion.
"Don't do this to yourself, Nicole. Don't fight yourself. You want me. You know it."
She bit her lower lip, urging herself to silence. What was the point of reasoning with him? He wouldn't hear what she had to say. Instead, she shook her head. Why would she fight herself?
"I think you want me to, sweetheart. You want me so badly you can't wait to feel my cock inside you.” He leaned over and brushed his lips across her forehead, then lower, nuzzling her cheek. She felt her belly stir as his damp lips trailed along her neck.
"No,” came out as a tortured moan. Incredibly, her nipples turned into hard peaks and moisture seeped from that intimate place between her legs. She didn't want him. She couldn't want him. He was a convicted murderer.
"But you do. If I reached between your legs, you'd be wet for me, wouldn't you?"
She moved her head side to side, unable to see his face. No woman in her right mind made love to a man she had testified against. How many years had she juggled with wanting this man so badly yet knowing she could never again have him? That her conscience wouldn't allow her to make love to him, and, quite likely, he wouldn't have wanted to love her as she yearned? Of course, she would never tell him.
He snorted. “Did you get turned on when I was led away in handcuffs the day the verdict was handed down?"
She drifted back in time, to the courtroom as hushed whispers erupted at the guilty ruling. She couldn't help herself. She had stared at the back of his head, wanting to turn back the clocks to the day before he had murdered his father, to erase the evil he had unleashed. When he had turned around as the bailiff approached him, her heart had shattered into tiny pieces. His face appeared haggard and his short hair had been dishevelled. But the look in his eyes, a deep hurt, had stabbed her to her very core. He'd grimaced before he had turned away at the bailiff's instructions. That had been the last time she had seen him.
In the limousine, Michael went on. “I try not to be angry any more. What's done is done. I had plenty of time in prison to dream about you. Erotic, sinful dreams.” A look of tired sadness passed across his features. “When I fantasised about you, you were naked, your hands chained above your pretty head. When I wanted to, I'd come and pleasure myself on you while you begged for mercy because that's all you lived for. My cock filling your wet cunt."
Nicole whimpered. Once, she would have enjoyed submitting to his will. Now she dreaded the notion.
"You're going to fulfil each one of those dreams, however I want. We're going to go back to the way we used to be before you decided you didn't want me, and cast me away."
"I didn't cast you away,” she managed.
His eyebrows notched up. “Was there someone else, Nicole? Is that why you got rid of me?"
Mutely, horrified at the notion she could place an innocent man in prison simply to be rid of him, she shook her head.
"I could think nothing but that your actions were spiteful. But I still don't know why. Was there another man?"
"There was never anyone but you, James,” she whispered, plummeting to the depths of misery.
His eyes narrowed in anger. “Don't call me that. I have a new name. A new life. Deal with it."
"I don't care what you have."
"Listen, Nicole. I'm not giving you a choice. You will become my wife. Mrs Michael Karlisi. Just like we planned before you decided to put me in prison."
To her horror, she did nothing. She wanted to escape his unwelcome plans, but her body refused to move. Her mind fogged into a sexually-induced haze. Why couldn't he grind his hips
"Don't do this to me,” she implored. Every part of her being begged for his heated, masculine touch. His erection strained against her clamped together thighs. His contact with her skin made desires she had repressed for years stir to life, reminding her of forbidden passion.
"Don't do this to yourself, Nicole. Don't fight yourself. You want me. You know it."
She bit her lower lip, urging herself to silence. What was the point of reasoning with him? He wouldn't hear what she had to say. Instead, she shook her head. Why would she fight herself?
"I think you want me to, sweetheart. You want me so badly you can't wait to feel my cock inside you.” He leaned over and brushed his lips across her forehead, then lower, nuzzling her cheek. She felt her belly stir as his damp lips trailed along her neck.
"No,” came out as a tortured moan. Incredibly, her nipples turned into hard peaks and moisture seeped from that intimate place between her legs. She didn't want him. She couldn't want him. He was a convicted murderer.
"But you do. If I reached between your legs, you'd be wet for me, wouldn't you?"
She moved her head side to side, unable to see his face. No woman in her right mind made love to a man she had testified against. How many years had she juggled with wanting this man so badly yet knowing she could never again have him? That her conscience wouldn't allow her to make love to him, and, quite likely, he wouldn't have wanted to love her as she yearned? Of course, she would never tell him.
He snorted. “Did you get turned on when I was led away in handcuffs the day the verdict was handed down?"
She drifted back in time, to the courtroom as hushed whispers erupted at the guilty ruling. She couldn't help herself. She had stared at the back of his head, wanting to turn back the clocks to the day before he had murdered his father, to erase the evil he had unleashed. When he had turned around as the bailiff approached him, her heart had shattered into tiny pieces. His face appeared haggard and his short hair had been dishevelled. But the look in his eyes, a deep hurt, had stabbed her to her very core. He'd grimaced before he had turned away at the bailiff's instructions. That had been the last time she had seen him.
In the limousine, Michael went on. “I try not to be angry any more. What's done is done. I had plenty of time in prison to dream about you. Erotic, sinful dreams.” A look of tired sadness passed across his features. “When I fantasised about you, you were naked, your hands chained above your pretty head. When I wanted to, I'd come and pleasure myself on you while you begged for mercy because that's all you lived for. My cock filling your wet cunt."
Nicole whimpered. Once, she would have enjoyed submitting to his will. Now she dreaded the notion.
"You're going to fulfil each one of those dreams, however I want. We're going to go back to the way we used to be before you decided you didn't want me, and cast me away."
"I didn't cast you away,” she managed.
His eyebrows notched up. “Was there someone else, Nicole? Is that why you got rid of me?"
Mutely, horrified at the notion she could place an innocent man in prison simply to be rid of him, she shook her head.
"I could think nothing but that your actions were spiteful. But I still don't know why. Was there another man?"
"There was never anyone but you, James,” she whispered, plummeting to the depths of misery.
His eyes narrowed in anger. “Don't call me that. I have a new name. A new life. Deal with it."
"I don't care what you have."
"Listen, Nicole. I'm not giving you a choice. You will become my wife. Mrs Michael Karlisi. Just like we planned before you decided to put me in prison."
To her horror, she did nothing. She wanted to escape his unwelcome plans, but her body refused to move. Her mind fogged into a sexually-induced haze. Why couldn't he grind his hips
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