ANNE
I closed my eyes, suppressing a moan, when I felt his erection press hard against my ass, still in a state of complete shock. Heat spread across my skin.
I could feel his heavy breath on my neck as he gripped my hip with an almost overwhelming force, pressing his erection into me.
Was this really happening? Or was it just another one of my fantasies?
No. It's really happening. His hands, his warmth, and his cock pressing into my ass are completely real. My imagination wouldn't even come close to this.
His touch was stronger than I had ever imagined, and it's tantalizing my body in a way I've never felt before. My panties were soaked, and his scent and my arousal made it impossible to think clearly.
I wished to put my hands on him, moan his name, and beg him to touch the throbbing spot between my legs.
I gripped the side of the table with my hands, seeking support. If he didn't touch me soon, I'd go insane. He was so hard, and he looked so big. I'd never wanted to feel someone so much.
He stopped moving his hips against me, and I felt his hands slide under my skirt, finding the skin on my ass and sending a new wave of heat and arousal through my body.
His fingers dug into my skin, pressing and squeezing roughly with so much force that I knew it would leave marks. He explored both sides with his huge hands. But just when I thought he would finally touch me there, his hands left my ass and rested on my hips again, making me open my eyes.
I blinked, trying to assimilate the situation, which seemed more difficult with open eyes. I was panting and stunned. I noticed his breath sounded as out of control as mine, as I felt the warm breaths against my ear.
"Do you want this?" he said in a tone of voice I had never heard before.
His voice was naturally deep, but now it seemed even deeper, and it sounded in such a primitive way that it made my entire body tingle, almost making me lose my sanity. It was so sensual.
"You want it, don't you?"
God! So much! Absolutely! More than anything. That's what I wanted to say, but forming any words seemed impossible.
"Even though you know how wrong it is, you can't help it. But you need to decide..."
Decide? What was he talking about?
"Do you want to be fucked on this table so badly that you'd risk your career for it"
What? He couldn't be serious.
"Tell me... What's more important to you, Starling?"
In a second, all my arousal turned into a new wave of anger, making my vision blur from hatred. I couldn't believe what he was doing. I closed my eyes and clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palms. Bastard.
"Get away from me now!" I growled, using all my self-control to contain my anger.
He must have realized I wasn't joking because he withdrew his hands from me and took a step back. I turned to face him, but it only increased my desire to grab his neck and kick his balls. "Are you playing with me?" I snarled between my teeth, still not believing it.
Was all this because of Luke? How dare he put his hands on me just to use it as an argument? Bryce Forbes was an even bigger bastard than I thought.
"That's what you need to decide before going out with my brother."
One second after those words left his lips, my hand slapped his face with force. The sensation was incredible, especially because of the shock on his face, but it soon turned into anger, and for a moment, I thought he would advance on me, but he didn't.
"Never dare to put your filthy hands on me again, you bastard! Or I swear I'll cut them off," I said before turning my back on him and angrily walking out of the room after grabbing my things.
I was truly willing to keep that promise. How dare he? Bryce Forbes has just crossed all boundaries, and that means only one thing. *War*. If that's what he wanted, that's what he would get.