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lash out at him for voicing the erotic dreams that were so similar to her own. Once, she could have said she had dreamed of him in the same way but she had blocked out thoughts of him. They had only been driven by teenage hormones anyway.
Her breasts brushed against the silky material of his jacket.
"Nicole, I'm going to say it again. I'm not giving you a choice. Please believe me when I say I've forgiven you your ignorance. I told Colin as much. You made a mistake and, ultimately, you're the one who has to live with it."
"I didn't make a mistake. You're guilty as hell."
"I want you to remember that I'm in control till death do us part."
Before she could say anything, he tore the dress from her body, exposing her breasts to his eyes. She moaned. Cool air passed over her stomach and over her mound. This couldn't be happening. This madness—for what else could it be?—was what she enjoyed. Wasn't that why she had fallen in love with James? Because he had physical strength, confidence in himself and in his ability to charm her to do anything for him?
The limousine came to a smooth stop. Looking out of the window, he murmured, “Now for the rest of this.” Without a second thought, he ripped her thong panties away. An appreciative smile lit his lips. “Your bush is so thick.” He trailed a finger through the dark curls, down to the apex of her thighs.
Nicole clamped her legs together tightly, hoping he wouldn't edge her legs apart and swirl a finger around her moist clit and into her weeping sheath. Then there would be no denying that she wanted him. Why did her body say one thing but her mind another? Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his index finger trace a thin line down her upper thigh. Where would he stop?
"You're beautiful, you know. I can't think of anything else but making love when you're around."
She whimpered as he trailed a path closer to the juncture of her thighs.
Abruptly, he lowered her hands to her waist.
She glanced out of the window and was taken aback that he had brought her home, to the house Brad and she shared.
"I want you so bad,” Michael whispered in her ear. “I can taste your nipples, your clit."
Before she knew what had happened, he had thrown open the door and ushered her naked out into the snowing cold. Her nipples tightened into painful peaks and the cold stung her skin. Belatedly, she realised she still had her shoes on. Not much but it was better than walking on the snow in bare feet.
He pushed her ahead of him, up the four steps to the front door. The snow fell in lazy drifts down her naked back. She shivered, wishing she could lie down on a blanket and make frenzied, passionate love to this man who was all but a stranger to her now.
She couldn't believe her eyes when he fished in his hip pocket, retrieved a key and slid the shiny metal into the front door. “How dare you?” she shouted, appalled by his ability to enter her house as if it was his own. How long had he possessed a key?
His laughter reverberated through the empty house as he threw the door open with his foot.
"I own you,” he said simply. “You shouldn't be surprised at anything I do."
"You don't own me. You never did, you never will,” she replied angrily.
"Just the same way I belong to you,” he whispered as if he hadn't heard her.
With sure footsteps, he carried her up the stairs into the master bedroom and hit a switch. Light flooded the room, blinding her for a moment.
"How long have you had a key to my house?"
"Since you moved in,” he said casually.
He dropped her onto the quilted rose comforter. She lay on her back with her knees slung over the side of the queen-sized bed. Using a stomach crunch to pull herself up, she almost got herself to a seated position but Michael's powerful body came down on hers, forcing her to lie down in exactly the same position she had been in in the limousine.
"Seems to me this is the perfect place to live out my fantasies,” he drawled.
"I
Her breasts brushed against the silky material of his jacket.
"Nicole, I'm going to say it again. I'm not giving you a choice. Please believe me when I say I've forgiven you your ignorance. I told Colin as much. You made a mistake and, ultimately, you're the one who has to live with it."
"I didn't make a mistake. You're guilty as hell."
"I want you to remember that I'm in control till death do us part."
Before she could say anything, he tore the dress from her body, exposing her breasts to his eyes. She moaned. Cool air passed over her stomach and over her mound. This couldn't be happening. This madness—for what else could it be?—was what she enjoyed. Wasn't that why she had fallen in love with James? Because he had physical strength, confidence in himself and in his ability to charm her to do anything for him?
The limousine came to a smooth stop. Looking out of the window, he murmured, “Now for the rest of this.” Without a second thought, he ripped her thong panties away. An appreciative smile lit his lips. “Your bush is so thick.” He trailed a finger through the dark curls, down to the apex of her thighs.
Nicole clamped her legs together tightly, hoping he wouldn't edge her legs apart and swirl a finger around her moist clit and into her weeping sheath. Then there would be no denying that she wanted him. Why did her body say one thing but her mind another? Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his index finger trace a thin line down her upper thigh. Where would he stop?
"You're beautiful, you know. I can't think of anything else but making love when you're around."
She whimpered as he trailed a path closer to the juncture of her thighs.
Abruptly, he lowered her hands to her waist.
She glanced out of the window and was taken aback that he had brought her home, to the house Brad and she shared.
"I want you so bad,” Michael whispered in her ear. “I can taste your nipples, your clit."
Before she knew what had happened, he had thrown open the door and ushered her naked out into the snowing cold. Her nipples tightened into painful peaks and the cold stung her skin. Belatedly, she realised she still had her shoes on. Not much but it was better than walking on the snow in bare feet.
He pushed her ahead of him, up the four steps to the front door. The snow fell in lazy drifts down her naked back. She shivered, wishing she could lie down on a blanket and make frenzied, passionate love to this man who was all but a stranger to her now.
She couldn't believe her eyes when he fished in his hip pocket, retrieved a key and slid the shiny metal into the front door. “How dare you?” she shouted, appalled by his ability to enter her house as if it was his own. How long had he possessed a key?
His laughter reverberated through the empty house as he threw the door open with his foot.
"I own you,” he said simply. “You shouldn't be surprised at anything I do."
"You don't own me. You never did, you never will,” she replied angrily.
"Just the same way I belong to you,” he whispered as if he hadn't heard her.
With sure footsteps, he carried her up the stairs into the master bedroom and hit a switch. Light flooded the room, blinding her for a moment.
"How long have you had a key to my house?"
"Since you moved in,” he said casually.
He dropped her onto the quilted rose comforter. She lay on her back with her knees slung over the side of the queen-sized bed. Using a stomach crunch to pull herself up, she almost got herself to a seated position but Michael's powerful body came down on hers, forcing her to lie down in exactly the same position she had been in in the limousine.
"Seems to me this is the perfect place to live out my fantasies,” he drawled.
"I
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