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I march to the door and open it, and Elijah walks toward it. He moves slowly as if the air around him has weight. His expression darkens with each step. My hand trembles, so I grip the doorknob tight. With his arm above my head, he reaches out and slams it shut with a vibrating bang that reverberates throughout the apartment. He looks down on me as if I’m as insignificant as a bug and places his other hand beside my head. I’m trapped between his arms, and my knees visibly shake.
The unreadable look he gives me excites me, but it also frightens me. I feel his anger smoldering behind his desire. But something awful happened to him, and I understand why he’s been after me. What if he’s not done yet?
“You have to leave,” I whisper. I’ve had a shit day, and he has no right breaking in. He needs to leave.
He tilts his head. “I thought you wanted to talk?”
I swallow hard. “I did, but not now.”
Elijah turns his head slowly, looking toward the living room as if he’s expecting to see someone. “Where is he?” he asks.
“Who?” My voice cracks because I’m playing a lame game.
He frowns, and I feel even stupider. “You’re boyfriend,” he says.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I snap. “What about you? Why aren’t you with Nikki or Professor Harris?”
He blinks his eyes as if the accusation is more than ludicrous. “Are you jealous? Why would you be jealous when I want you? You’re the one that seems uncertain.” He stands too close. “Do I need to prove again that you’re mine?”
There’s no time to answer him as his lips crash against mine. His arms come down around me as he pulls me firm against his lean body. His kisses devour me, and his hands grip my body as if he will never let me go. But I don’t believe him even as he kisses me again and again.
“Don’t play with me.” I pull my mouth away and turn my face. “I don’t know what you really want, but don’t use me to get it.”
Watching my every motion, his thumb traces my chin. “You’re the softest girl I’ve ever touched. It’s impossible to forget you. It’s impossible to want another. I’m not playing, but you may not want me when you know the truth of why we aren’t together.”
His mouth hovers over mine, and I’m ashamed to be so weak. I grab his collar with both hands and pull his mouth against mine, parting my lips so I can kiss him fully. Elijah presses into me, and the force pushes my legs apart. I moan as the weight of him rubs against me, and I hold onto him as my pussy becomes wetter.
I kiss him passionately as his hands hold onto my hips, and we build a rhythm. I clasp my legs around his waist, trying to get even closer. Elijah pauses for a moment; his heated gaze scorches me until he closes his eyes and kisses me again.
I want to hate him for leaving and then coming back. He had no right to act that way, or so I thought. But I can’t think as his hands grip my hips, and he shoves me roughly against the door. My hands tug at my clothes, and then I make a decision.
Breathless, I pull away. “Wait. Let’s go to my room.”
Chapter Thirteen
Olivia
My mind floats away whenever he touches me, as if I’m deep in a spell. I cling to his strong arms, fisting his jacket in my clenched hands as I lead him to my bedroom. My feelings compete with what I know, that he’s dangerous and I damaged him, but I need him.
"Does he touch you like this?” he whispers. His mouth presses against the sensitive skin on my neck as my coat falls to the floor.
"No." I groan several times as I tilt my head, exposing my neck even more.
"He doesn’t do this to you?" He kisses my chin, lining up kiss after kiss. My sweater lifts over my head, and soon my bra is lying on top of it.
“No, I've never let him touch me." My hands work quickly, tugging at his t-shirt and then his jeans.
“Not yet, he hasn’t." He pulls back and looks me in the eye, grabbing hold of my hand.
I cling to him, gripping his jeans and not letting go. “Not ever. I only want you.” I let go and move quickly to the door, locking it shut and hoping Amanda won’t come home too soon.
Elijah pulls off his jeans, and my gaze drops down to his heavy cock. I bite my lip as my breathing becomes audible. Unashamed, he stands still, watching me and waiting. He looks at my jeans still on my legs. I understand what he wants. He wants proof that I want him. I slide my jeans down my trembling legs.
“Get on the bed, Livi.” His voice is rough as I get on my hands and knees. I’m exposed and vulnerable but too turned on to say no.
His hands touch my bottom, drawing circles on my skin. His touch tickles and tingles my skin at the same time, and I marvel at his gentleness. Gradually, his hand moves out of the way for his tongue to take its place. The sensation tears a deep moan out of me as he draws circles with the tip of his tongue over my swollen clit. I fist the comforter with my hands as my hips move back, trying to press myself against his mouth.
“You can believe me or not,” I struggle to say the words, “but no one will ever touch me but you.”
