CHAPTER 5: Alison
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CHAPTER 5: Alison
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Alison knew exactly what that look of intensity in Harker’s eyes meant—pleasure, lots of pleasure. His dark gaze roamed down her body, incinerating everywhere it touched.
“Take off your robe.”
“Ah...If we’re going to recreate our wedding night, shouldn’t you make me and yourself a drink?” That’d been what had happened right before she’d laughed.
“You can have mine.” He took two steps and stopped in front of her, wrapping her fingers around the glass. His skin was hot and rough, a delicious contrast to the smooth, cold glass.
She took a sip, wrinkling her nose as the bourbon burned a path down her throat.
“Not to your liking?”
“It’s okay. A little strong but okay.” She took another sip.
“Let me have a taste.”
“Oh sure, we’ll share.” She handed him the glass and his eyes twinkled with amusement.
“I’ve tasted that.” He bent to kiss her.
“You’ve tasted my lips too,” she whispered, her breath mingling with his.
“It’s our wedding night, remember? The only kiss I’ve had from you ended with a bloody nose.”
“I’m so sorry about that.” She leaned forward, drawn to his warmth.
“You can make it up to me.” He kissed her softly, his tongue teasing her lower lip.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her body against his but he unhooked her arms and stepped back.
“What? Where are you...”
He walked to the side of the bed and put the glass on the nightstand before kicking off his shoes. He sat on the bed, pulling off his socks.
“Oh. Okay.” It was time to get busy. She smiled and started for the other side of the bed.
“Stop.” He scooted back and leaned against the headboard. “Take off your robe. I want to see my bride.”
They’d done a lot of things last night and today. She already knew he liked to give orders and have them obeyed but she was a bit nervous about this. It was one thing to undress in the heat of the moment and another to strip for him.
“Now, Alison or you’ll be punished.”
“Punished?” She wasn’t sure she wanted that, but her body disagreed. The slow throb between her legs revved up a notch as she remembered the woman on stage last night.
“Yes. Punished.” He unbuttoned his shirt partway before pulling it over his head. His d**k was already a hard outline in his pants.
Alison’s mouth watered. This man’s body was enough to wipe all thought from her head. All she wanted to do was touch him with her hands and her lips.
“Come here.” He shifted, dropping his long legs over the side of the bed.
“I thought you wanted me to take off—”
“Come here.” His voice was rough with passion. “You need to be punished for disobeying.”
“Punished how?”
“Use your safeword if you must but until then get your ass over here.”
“This isn’t at all like our wedding night.” She didn’t move. She wasn’t sure she wanted to do this.
“No, but it’s what I wanted to do.” He stood and stepped toward her. “You made it more than clear that you didn’t want to be my bride.”
“I didn’t...”
He ignored her. “From the moment you walked into the living room, it was obvious to everyone that you didn’t want to be there.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...” She backed away, undoing her robe. He kind of had a reason to be upset. “See. I’m obeying. I’m taking off the robe.” She let it slide down her shoulders and his eyes darkened from desire.
“Touch your nipples.” He stalked closer.
“What?” She backed away.
“Touch your nipples.”
Her back hit the wall and he stopped a foot from her. He stared at her breasts and her n*****s hardened almost painfully. She ran her hands up her body, squeezing her breasts before her fingers teased her n*****s. She sighed as the pull from her fingers throbbed in tandem with the pulse between her legs.
“Move one hand to your pussy.”
She didn’t even think about not doing it. His voice, his command controlled her body.
“Show me how wet you are.” His breath came faster as his hand went to his c**k, rubbing it through his pants.
She spread her legs, heat filling her cheeks–part from passion and part from embarrassment. She’d never had a man stare at that part of her body. Her other partners had touched her and tasted her but never just stared. Her fingers slid through her wetness, twirling around her clit.
“I want you naked. Undress.”
She stroked herself faster. His dark gaze and gruff voice, pushing her closer to orgasm.
“That’s it. You’re done disobeying.” He grabbed the neckline of her lingerie, ripping the delicate fabric off her body.
She gasped as the cool air hit her heated flesh and her eyes closed as her fingers moved faster around her clit.
“Oh, no. You don’t get to come. “ He captured her wrist.
“Harker, please.” She was so close, just another touch.
“No. Not until you’ve been punished for your disobedience.”
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