The Wrong Bond

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“I want you, too,” I managed to say.

That was all I could say before he carried me bridal-style off the sofa and up the stairs. And I knew then and there that there was no going back from this.

CHAPTER 8

ARLENE

M

y heart pounded in my chest as Shawn gently laid me on the bed.. An electric current tied our gazes together as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly and sensually.

My mouth went dry instantly, the pounding of my heart intensified, and I could hear my blood pumping in my ears.

Was I really going to do this? Have s*x with Shawn Elton? I knew that numerous women would be dying to be in my position, but I didn’t know how to feel about it. I wasn’t numerous women.

Sure, I wanted him. It was hard not to when he looked the way he did. And his behavior, the way he cared for me, was something I didn’t think the clauses of our arrangement covered. It was so real, so intimate, that it made the experience a little confusing, maybe even scary.

I wanted this, and him, to be easier to detach from. But it was hard to keep my distance when he touched me like I was the most delicate thing on earth.

I sucked in a breath as he peeled his shirt off his body, revealing perfectly sculpted abs. I reached out daringly and traced my hand over his chest, and his breath hitched.

“Don’t,” Shawn mumbled.

Startled, I asked, “Don’t what?”

He breathed. “Don’t touch me like that. It makes it hard for me to control myself.”

My lungs barely expanded in my attempts to inhale and exhale.

“I don’t want you to control yourself. I want the raw, unbridled you.”

Passion pooled at the base of my belly, ready to spill out at any moment.

“Take off your panties,” Shawn instructed.

My breathing shallow, I gently shimmied out of my panties. They were the glittery pink ones that Leah and I had bought on sale, the very epitome of girly. Heat rose to my cheeks.

For the millionth time, I thought about the possibility that I shouldn’t be doing this. Maybe this was a bit too risky for me, but I didn’t listen to my brain. My body was taking the lead, and it wanted Shawn to do questionable things to it. Things I could never imagine.

He leaned closer to me as I lay in front of him, naked and vulnerable.

His eyes roamed over my body, and then he closed the distance between us. The closer he got to me, the louder my heart pounded.

“So,” he started, his fingers trailing a line from my ankle to my hip. “Do you want to have s*x, or do you want to be f****d?”

I swallowed at the way the word “f****d” left his lips, his eyes shining like a predator ready to devour its prey. I expected myself to cower deeper into myself, but instead, my shoulders were square as my elbow held the weight of my upper body, my eyes squarely on him.

It was a challenge now. Both of us were at the frontlines, waiting for who would surrender first. It was as if we were playing cat and mouse, and I enjoyed the challenge.

Shawn leaned down and kissed my bare shoulder. “I’m waiting for your answer.”

And that did it for me. The feel of his feather-soft lips on my shoulder and his passionate voice made my resolve crumble.

I clawed desperately for the confidence I’d felt a few seconds before the shoulder kiss, but I couldn’t find it. It lay scattered all around me, indicating that Shawn had won.

A small, smug smirk tipped the side of his lips as moisture gathered between my thighs. I was so wet I could feel myself making a mess on his sheets.

“The clock is ticking, Ally. And I can only hold myself back for so long.”

Did I want to have boring, mundane s*x with Shawn Elton? Or did I want to be f****d into oblivion?

Sex would be safe, but it might make whatever emotions I felt for him heighten. But being f****d was violent, rough, and hinted at danger. It was perfect for the arrangement we had.

I wanted loud screams and groans, fingernails clawing at his back, violent thrusts and neck grabbing. I wanted it all, but I was embarrassed even thinking about it. It felt too dirty and it wasn’t me, but I didn’t have to be me with Shawn.

“I want to be f**k—” Shawn didn’t let me finish as he slammed his lips against mine.

My eyes remained open in shock for a little bit, trying to process what had just happened. His teeth dragged across my bottom lip, urging me into the passion we both shared, and one of his hands wrapped around the back of my neck, trapping me against him.

I shut my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his lips against mine. His fingers tightened around my neck and my lips parted with a sigh. Our tongues moved in sync as he pressed his body against mine.

And then very soon, his tongue overtook mine, taking complete dominance. Everything about his kiss was selfish: the way his fingers left marks on my skin, the feel of his tongue leading mine, his hands digging into my hair.

It felt like I was dying and resurrecting. His touch did things to me that I barely understood.

His palms burned my skin as he parted my thighs and lowered himself between my legs. He’d barely touched me, but I was already on fire.

I threw my head back, a moan escaping my lips as he kissed his way up my thigh and found my bud. His stubble grazed against the sensitive skin of my thighs and I shuddered as a shock of pleasure swept through me.

He brought his face to me and gently touched my c**t with his tongue. I let out a loud cry as he drew my c**t into his mouth and sucked violently. My body arched off of the bed as he brought his fingers to my wetness and dug in.

My hands sank into his hair as he sucked and rubbed and teased with his tongue, each movement sending a jolt of pleasure down my body.

He pushed two fingers inside of me, thrusting and curling while I writhed with abandon, far beyond caring what I looked like.

He touched me with so much familiarity, like he knew exactly what buttons to push to make me a moaning mess. He pressed his thumb against my c**t at the same time he hit my G-spot.

I let out a loud moan as I exploded all over the sheets, but Shawn was not done yet. Completely exhausted and delirious with pleasure, I watched as he pulled off his pants and positioned himself in front of me.

I barely had time to think about what was happening before he adjusted himself between my legs, gripped my hips, and slammed me down onto his c**k. He thrust into me harder and harder, until my toes curled and I could feel the pressure about to burst out of me.

I held on to his shoulders, my head thrown back, grinding myself against him with every stroke.

Shawn leaned closer to me. “Good girl.”

My face heated up. He was so dominant in bed, and I hadn’t expected that from him at all.

Wetness gushed down my thighs and pooled on the sheets. He pulled out of me and flipped me over like I weighed nothing, and then I was on all fours on the bed.