Finding The Limits (The Limitless Trilogy Book 1) (7 page)

"So - what, he's looking for some way to force you back?"

"I think so. Or some way of destroying me. Either way, he's bad news."

"He's a bully," I said.

"He is."

Our eyes met and locked. "Thank you for coming and saving me," I said at last, and added, "Sir."

Just that tiny word shifted everything around us into sexual territory. He sipped at his coffee and let his eyes roam up and down my body.

"My pleasure," he replied, with acres of meaning.

Weren't we going to talk about this?
I thought as he put his coffee mug down on the counter and advanced toward me. His body was doing the talking, and I let mine reply as I stood up to greet him.

He seized me and pulled me roughly against his chest, and sank a deep kiss onto my lips that had me struggling to breath, and I didn't care; I wanted him to crush me. Needed him to. Begged for it as I clawed at his back and squeezed him.

One of his hands cupped the back of my head, and the other roamed down to grip my ass. He was hard already, his cock pressing against my belly. As he pulled from the kiss, I gasped, "I've got to get out of these clothes. They're not mine. He made me wear them."

"You'll stay dressed until I tell you otherwise," he said.

We kissed again but he'd set my mind whirring. I didn't want to stay in these borrowed clothes. I had told him so. Was he saying I had to stay dressed, just to spite me?

Or was it the BDSM thing? I was unsure and I felt a sudden flash of anger at him. If he was in charge then didn't he have a responsibility to make it clear what the boundaries were, and what I could expect?

He was a dominant man. But perhaps he wasn't quite a Dominant … yet. Maybe he needed a good submissive - the right submissive - to help him to reach his potential.

Both his hands were at the back of my head, holding me firmly, his thumbs lightly stroking my cheeks. "You're a beautiful thing," he whispered to me. "You have to trust me. Obey me."

"I know," I said quietly, my heart rate pounding in my ears. I was too conflicting. Obey?
"But your father … what of us? I mean, what if you become like him?"

It came out wrong. It wasn't quite what I wanted to say. But now it was too late.

Andrew let go of my face and stepped back, his hand raised in the air. My cheek was sore from the blows I'd received the day before, and I instinctively recoiled.

But he held his blow, his hand in the air a foot from my face, and he balled it into a fist, and forced his hand to his side.

"No," he hissed. "And that is why I am not like my father. Now get out."


End of Book One!


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