Taming the Bad Girl by Emma Shortt Read Free Book Online Page B

you’re right back in the game.
     
     
    I pulled her into my arms, ignoring her gasp of
outrage, and wound my arms around her slim waist. She fit so perfectly and
anger pulsed through me. A mistake, was I? A blip? So
finally she’d admitted it! Just like I’d known all along. Damn her, I’d show her a mistake.
    My mouth found hers before she could stop me and
all at once it was like coming home. She mewed against my lips, but again I
took no notice. I consumed her mouth, thrusting my tongue in, demanding her
acceptance. She stiffened in my arms, pushing against me, and I was sure she
was going to deny me. Push me off. Tell me there was no chance in hell of this
ever happening . A mistake … Just a fuck …. But then she melted, I
could actually feel it. Her resistance went, her body molded against my own,
her tongue found mine and I wanted to shout my satisfaction.
    We kissed for what seemed like hours, days, but was maybe only minutes. I didn’t know. Pleasure wrapped
around my body, pulsed along my cock, filled my mind.
How many nights had I taken myself in hand, pleasured my own shaft, all the
while thoughts of her slipping in? And now I had her. Now she was in my arms
again. It was almost too much to comprehend and because of that, in that moment
it didn’t matter that she didn’t want me like I wanted her, that I was going to
be just another fuck, another mistake. I’d take it. It was enough right now. It
would have to be.
    I backed her up against the filing cabinet and
ran her dress up her thighs until it bunched around her waist. She moaned and
undulated against me, ramping up my excitement to the point of unbearable. The
kiss deepened and I lifted her into my arms. She weighed hardly anything. Her
legs wrapped around me and my hands moved underneath her perfect ass, squeezing
and molding. I could feel the heat of her pussy against my dick and I almost
shot my load right there and then. But I’d waited too long for this. So many
months waiting that I knew I’d hold on.
    Without really thinking about it I turned and
dropped her on the edge of my desk. The movement was enough for our lips to
unlock and I paused, wondering if now would be the moment she’d refuse me. But
the look on her face caught me by surprise. She was flushed, excitement and
something I couldn’t quite identify sparkling in her eyes.
    She reached up, undid my tie, and popped the buttons
of my shirt, exposing my chest, the muscles I knew she’d loved the last time
I’d had her.
    “Touch me, Luce,” I whispered. “Let me feel your
hands on me.”
    She complied. Running along my pecs , across my ab muscles,
before leaning in and taking one of my nipples in her mouth. She tugged
on it, nipped it and my dick almost burst through my zipper. I reached down and
let it out, then nudged her thighs apart.
    “My tights,” she whispered. “I need to…”
    I ripped them along the length of the crotch.
Scarlet panties that were already drenched flashed through the material. I
ripped those too.
    “Giles!”
    Her voice held a world of shock, but there was
no fucking way I was giving her even a moment to think about what we were
doing. The idea that she might realize what the hell was
going on and push me aside with a taunting look and a snarky smile
horrified me. I had to have her! I fucking had to. She was driving me crazy and
though I knew this was wrong in so many ways I was too far gone to care. Anger
and lust drove me. Tomorrow would be the time for regrets, not now. Not when I
had exactly what I wanted mere inches from me.
    “Open you legs, Luce,” I said. “Nice and wide for me.”
    “Are we really going to do this?” she whispered.
    “Fuck?” I asked.
    “Yes.”
    To answer her I took either side of the vertical
split at the top of her scarlet dress, the part that allowed far too much
cleavage to peek through, and ripped that too. She gasped. I ignored it. There
they were. Those perfect, tiny breasts.
    I pushed her bra aside,