Page 49 of Silk Sheets

“Two.”

Reluctantly, I rushed away from the door, turning to face it as I waited anxiously.

As if on cue, I watched the door break loose from its hinges, crashing to the floor with a thud so loud it echoed throughout the house.

With wide, unbelieving eyes, my body jolted back in fear, and my ass landed on the edge of the bed.Oh my G—

“One.”

Facing him, I climbed onto the bed backwards, watching him approach me with an eerie glow in his eyes. Using my hands andfeet, I scurried back, but before I could reach the headboard, he grabbed my ankles with a force so strong it stung my skin, and yanked me toward the edge of the bed—towardhim.

I swallowed the anxiety creeping up my throat, anticipating his next move as I clutched my robe to my body.

He reached down, placing both of his large hands on either side of my head, lowering his face to mine. His masculine scent drifted into my nose, and the hair on my skin rose, making my skin tingle.

With a heaving chest I turned my face away from him, afraid he’d see the exhilarating fear in my eyes.

He pressed his nose to my neck, deeply inhaling and goosebumps spread over my body with a shameful pulsing between my legs. Out of instinct, I squeezed my thighs together.Oh fuck, why do I like this. Sick, Dakota, fucking sick.

His face lifted until his lips hovered over my ear. The faint brush of his lips against my heated skin sent zaps of electricity through every inch of my cowering body. Keeping his voice low, my eyes nearly fluttered as he spoke. “I don’t remember giving you permission to close your legs, Dakota.”

Leisurely, he slipped his hand just past my knees and gripped the inside of my thigh, squeezing it in the process.

My teeth sunk into my bottom lip—suppressing any unwanted sounds—as my clit ached for attention.

I was confused as to why the slight fear he instilled in me excited me. Like a forbidden desire. Like afucked upforbidden desire.

Traitorously, I could feel my thighs separating, leaving his hand mere inches from where Ireallywanted it.

His soft lips brushed up my jawline as he trailed his fingers higher up my thigh.

For a second I thought I imagined it, but when the searing pain shot through my veins, I moaned, arching my back off thesilk sheets. His teeth ripped the flesh in my neck as he drew the slightest amount of blood, making my senses go haywire.

A rough noise escaped deep from within his throat and I gripped his hard bicep, my fingers barely wrapping around the muscle.

Within the blink of an eye, he grabbed my waist, throwing me onto his shoulder, and I yelped, bunching his shirt in my hands for stability.

“What are you doing?” I stammered as he carried me into the bathroom. He carefully set me back down on my feet—facing the full-length mirror—and I didn’t miss the glint of deviance in his eyes as he stood behind me.

The buzzing pain in my neck warmed my skin, and anxiety pulsed through every inch in my body.

His voice was hoarse, increasing my breathing. “Look at yourself.” I obeyed. “You were full of so much attitude downstairs and now look…”

I swallowed hard, feeling him tug the belt of my robe, allowing it to fall.

“You’re shaking,baby,” he whispered, pulling the robe from my shoulders, leaving me completely and utterly exposed.

He held the robe in his left hand while his right wrapped around my throat, forcing my head to fall back against his chest.

In the mirror, I watched as he trailed his eyes over my body, taking in every part of me.

He stepped closer, pushing his hips to my ass and making the ache between my thighs grow painful.

When my hesitant gaze met the dangerous fire behind his eyes, I tried to look away, but he tightened his hold on my face, forcing me to hold eye contact.

“Do you feel that?” he questioned, using his fingers around my neck to apply slight pressure to my fleeting pulse. “That’s your mind telling you to run.”

He dropped my robe to the floor.