Fighting With the Infuriating Prince by Elizabeth Lennox Read Free Book Online Page A

of them to ever be alone together.  She just had to get away from him before her confused mind started to convince herself that she had feelings for this man.  Because she didn’t!  They were good in bed together.  That’s it!  “You’re too domineering to even understand why we can’t marry each other!” she came right back.
    He shook his head and a slow smiled formed on those normally hard lips.  “You like being dominated.  Want me to prove it?”
    Her eyes widened and she felt her body tighten with his words.  Did she like it?  Well, she’d definitely liked everything he’d done to her earlier today.  And if she were honest with herself, she’d been pretty enthralled with the way he’d touched her last night.  But did she like his overbearing manner?  Maybe she just liked his experience, she cautioned herself. 
    She glanced to her left, but he was already anticipating her attempt to escape and he whipped an arm around her waist.  “Not going to happen, princess,” he said and lifted her up onto the table she’d been holding onto.  He quickly slid her demure skirt up on her legs as he spread her knees and pressed his hips between her legs.  He heard her gasp and looked down, noticing that her nipples were hard and peaked, pressing against the silk of her blouse.  “I could take you right now,” he growled as his teeth gently bit her ear lobe. 
    She liked the thought of that!  How was that possible?  She was a strong, confident woman and yet, here she was, breathing hard because this man was looming over her, the promise of that amazing release so temptingly close. 
    “No!” she countered, trying very hard to fight the pull of his body.  She kept her hands flat on the table, her face turned away.  But her head tilted, giving him more access to her neck.  And of course, he took advantage of that. 
    His hands were already sliding up her legs, setting off all of those tingling sensations.  “Tell me to stop,” he coaxed but he bit her shoulder right at the edge of her sleeveless top, soothing it with his tongue and lips afterwards.  “Tell me you don’t like this.” 
    His hands moved up underneath her blouse to cup her breasts and he pushed her shoulders back slightly so that she had to put her hands behind her or fall backwards.  When his fingers slipped underneath her bra, his fingers teased her nipples.  “You don’t like this, do you?”
    She trembled, her legs opening wider for him, that ache starting up again.  “I don’t like you,” she corrected.
    He chuckled softly against her ear.  “Yes you do,” he argued.  “You love arguing with me, like we did last night.”  His fingers moved down her stomach, “Right before you came apart in my arms.”  And his hands moved up her thighs, his fingers hesitating at the lace edge of her underwear.  “Tell me to stop and I will.”
    She felt his hands move away and grabbed his wrist, her eyes begging him to keep going.  He’d gotten her to the point of no return in only minutes and she thought she might just melt into a puddle of need if he stopped now. 
    His eyes showed his triumph but his hands came back to her legs.  “Put your hands behind your back,” he commanded. 
    She hesitated and he pulled his hands away.  When she realized what he was going to do, she quickly pressed her palms onto the polished wood of the table behind her.  “Please,” she begged, her knees lifting up to more perfectly cradle his hips. 
    “Don’t you ever tell me you don’t like this, Jalayla,” he told her with a harsh whisper.  “You were made for me and I can’t get enough of you.”  With those words, her lace underwear was ripped apart and he stuffed the material into his pocket.  She whimpered when his hands weren’t touching her but he was quick to move them back.  But he teased her, his movements soft and light when she needed firm action. 
    Her head fell back against her shoulders when she felt his