The Jealous Groom by Alexa Riley

Chapter 3

Allison

My heart races, and I know I’m in way over my head. Even more so without my sister by my side, but if their plan was to divide and conquer, it’s a good one.

I’m no match against Magnus on my own, and I’m still uncertain why these two are chasing us all over the world. They must hate being told no. I must be the first to have ever given Magnus the slip, and it’s probably eating him alive. I’m sure the man can have any woman he wants. He’s rich, powerful, sexy, and damn, did he make me laugh that first night. We had a good time, but it was too good.

“You’ve had your fun. You caught me. You win, now take me back,” I order. He stares at me, his face unchanging. He’s such a hard man to read. “My brother will come for me.” I play that card because it’s the only one I’ve got.

“He can try.” He shrugs like anything Darian is capable of, so is he.

I know he’s right, and I feel helpless. He’s kidnapped me without so much as blinking an eye, and now he really thinks we’re going to get married? I have no idea how to play this or talk my way out of it.

He stares at my mouth, and my lips tingle. He doesn't look like he just wants to kiss me, he wants to consume me. For a brief moment I think about letting him. What if I gave in and gave him what he wanted? But would one night turn into two, and then maybe three? Maybe only until he was bored with me and then it would be over.

I ask myself what Amber would do and wet my bottom lip. Magnus’s jaw ticks, and I remember how I got away from him once. Surely I can do it again.

“Do you want to kiss me, Magnus?” I lean toward him as I try to come up with a plan.

“I want to do more than kiss you.” My heart races even faster.

He’s the only person that has ever given me this kind of thrill before. He’d been right about me dancing with another man to make him mad. I was a child acting out, and I pushed and pushed until I got kidnaped by a prince. My family wouldn't even be surprised by this.

“Then kiss me.” I try to sound bored, but inside I’m a hive of nerves.

How many times have I thought about what it would feel like to have his lips pressed against mine? Would his kiss be as dominant as he is, or could he be sweet and gentle too? Wanting to know the answers to these questions is a dangerous game, but we’ve been playing a game from the start.

“No.” He leans back in his chair, stretching his legs out.

“No?” I huff. What the hell?

“I told you. I like when you beg.” I purse my lips as I drop back in my seat and cross my arms over my chest. This is bullshit, and I’m not begging. I’ve done enough of that in my life.

Still why does the idea heat something deep inside of me that I didn't know was there? He keeps waking up too many things I’m not ready to think about.

We sit in silence for what feels like an eternity, but in reality I think it’s only a few minutes. Then I let out a scream when Magnus suddenly grabs me and pulls me into his lap.

As his mouth comes down onto mine, I think to myself, Got him.

I gasp when his tongue pushes into my mouth and he takes what he wants. Desire floods through my body, and I start to kiss him back with that same need. I shift my body to straddle him, making my dress ride up even more. I dig my fingers into his expensive suit wanting to somehow get closer. I can feel the power coming off of him, and it’s like a drug.

I’ve gone from not wanting to touch him to never wanting to stop in half a second, but I’m too far gone to think about it. Right now, I’m letting my body make the decisions, and this feels too damn good to stop.

I rock against his hard cock pressing right against my sex where I need it most. He grips my hair, pulling it free from the bun, and my dark curls come tumbling down all around me. He pulls it back in his fist, making my mouth release his, and in the process baring my neck to him. I keep rocking my hips because I’m so close, and he looks like a wild animal.

Magnus nips at my neck, and his tongue soothes the spot before he does it again. I press down harder onto his cock when suddenly his arm wraps around my waist. He holds me in place so I can’t rock my hips anymore, and I whimper with need.

“Magnus.” I hiss his name as a warning.

“You know what I want.” He sucks on my neck, dragging his teeth across my flesh, and I dig my fingers into his chest. “Let go and give it to me. It’s that easy.”

Nothing in life is ever easy. I think letting go is one of the hardest things anyone can ever do because it means trust.

“Please,” I get out because my whole body is on fire and only he can ease this ache.

“Please what?” he says against my skin, and I crack.

“Please make me cum, Magnus,” I whine, and his triumphant smile is one the devil would be jealous of.

“Anything for you.” He releases his hold around my waist, and I begin to rock. “Take what you want, love. Everything I have is yours.”

I don’t have time to think about what he’s saying as I grind down on him where I need it most. He tilts my head back, taking my mouth in another possessive kiss, but when he nips my bottom lip, it’s game over. The orgasm hits me hard because it was months in the making.

It rolls through my whole body, going on forever, and Magnus doesn't stop kissing me the whole time. He swallows my pleasure as the kiss goes from wild to slow and then somehow sweet. He’s taking his time and savoring it as I become limp in his arms.

When he releases my mouth, I’m breathless as I stare into his dark eyes, seeing a mixture of satisfaction and lust. It’s a small high and he still wants more, but I know he won’t take it. He needs me to want him as badly as he seems to want me, and he’ll wait until I’m desperate.

“Was that so bad?”

“It was okay.” I shrug as I somehow manage to keep my cool. My whole body is still tingling with pleasure so intense I’m surprised my lie doesn’t set me on fire. His nostrils flare, and that hard jaw of his clenches.

“I could spank you for lying to me.” My sex clenches at the thought of him flipping me over onto his knee and pulling down my panties, but I don’t let my expression show it. “But you might enjoy that too much.”

I’m irritated he can see through me, and as he lifts me off his lap and puts me on the seat next to him, I miss his warmth. I want to crawl back on him and sleep there forever, but I have to remember that I want to get away.

“Try it and see what happens,” I bluff, lifting my chin in defiance.

“One of the things I love most about you is that fire.” My stomach tights at how the word “love” so easily rolls off his tongue.

That can’t be right. Men want girls who fall into line, and Magnus is in this for the thrill of the chase. Once he has me he’ll be done because that’s how it always works for Amber and me.

As kids, foster families would think they'd be getting an adorable set of twins, but somehow we could never live up to their expectations. Even when we tried our hardest, we were always tossed back. Since then we haven’t let ourselves get caught.

Until now.