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Dominate Me: Books 1 - 3
(A.X. Foxx)

"Maybe that's not the best- Oh!" I gasped as he pulled me to his chest. My heart was beating out of my chest, a steady thump-thump-thump that made everything harder. "Sir, this is highly inappropriate," I whispered. His chest was all muscle, hard and perfect. My mind was a muddle of confusion and arousal. He was all masculinity and dominance, just taking whatever he wanted, which in this case, was me.



"Perhaps," he agreed, "But I see you aren't trying to get away." His voice held a smooth, velvety undertone that made me wonder if he had done this before. Something told me this was a first for him too, but that was impossible. He no doubt had the money and power to get any woman he wanted.



Right now, he wanted me and I couldn't help but be drawn by him. The desire was palpable.



"No," I whispered, letting the beautiful orbs consume me. I touched my fingertips to his jaw, loving the way they rubbed against the five o'clock stubble on his cheeks. "I don't know anything about you-" I started.



"But there's something right about having you in my arms," he finished smoothly, like butter on bread.



"Yes," I whispered breathily. Something about being in his embrace felt right, my curves flush against his hard body, heartbeat to heartbeat. It felt as if everything in my life had led up to this moment.



And then it all shattered.



His fingers curled into my hair and pulled my head back roughly. The pain jolted me back to reality and my eyes widened in surprise. I gasped, my lips parting as I was forced to arch into his chest.



His lips locked onto mine in an instant, devouring me from the inside out. He was kissing me with more passion than I knew was possible.



There was something utterly erotic about letting a stranger treat me like a cheap hooker off the streets. His grasp was too hard, as if afraid I would run away and he held me with an intensity that hurt.



His tongue battled mine for dominance, winning easily as I yielded to his touch, responding to his tongue. It was impossible to do anything other than yield to his dominating touch, his fingers lost in my hair, pulling my head back to make me arch against him. His free hand cupped my buttocks, massaging the soft flesh there until I was moaning into the kiss.



He groaned, fingers on my body tightening, as if trying to mold my body to his. I felt his body responding in the form of a deep shudder. Something hard grew between his legs and pressed against my body. I couldn't help the smile from appearing on my lips. It was nice to know that I wasn't the only person getting aroused by the proximity.



When he finally released his fingers from the tangle of my hair, I continued pressing into his lips, begging for more. He tasted like chocolate caramel. My body tingled. He kissed me as if his life depended it and when we parted, we were both gasping for air.



He tipped his head, his arm on my waist to push me to him, deepening the contact. My body came alive. His neatly done hair was all askew from me running my fingers through it. His mouth was parted and wet, begging for more kisses and I wanted to give him everything he wanted.



His fingers came down my lower back until he was grasping my buttocks. With trembling hands, I slid my own hand between our chests until I was cupping his manhood, hard and throbbing.



"Please," I whispered. "Touch me."