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Chapter nineteen
Mark drove along aimlessly, needing the fresh air to clear away the heavy desire she was making him feel. He didn't really know where to head for, but eventually he saw a diner and pulled in, parking the bike and switching off the engine. His head turned and he looked over his shoulder at Piper, taking in her pink cheeks and glittering eyes. He couldn't tell whether it was excitement from the ride or enjoyment at teasing him. No matter, he thought, giving her a smile that she would find fairly reassuring. She was still going to pay.
"You want to get a drink and a burger?" her asked her, glancing at his watch and finding they'd been out for nearly two hours now.
Piper nodded and looked at his smile suspiciously. He had moved her hand to his waist before, so he must be aware that she had been deliberately touching him....so why wasn't he frowning or yelling or something? She didn't trust that nice smile.
Mark hustled her inside the diner, seating them at a table near the window and sighing with relief at not being so close to her anymore. His body was feeling decidedly uncomfortable right now. After ordering their food, he reached across the table and grabbed Piper's hand, twining his fingers through hers and squeezing when she tried to pull away.
"You seemed to enjoy the ride, darlin'," he murmured, his voice low. His eyes lifted to hers and she couldn't drag her gaze away from the deep emerald glitter.
She swallowed and licked her lips, wondering what he was going to do. "It was okay."
"Just okay? You seemed to enjoy it a little more than that, judging by the way you were touching me," he continued, smiling wickedly at her. "I'm glad you feel so comfortable with my body, Piper, because later on you'll be doing that again. Only next time, there won't be any clothes in the way of your enjoyment."
Piper's eyes widened imperceptibly and then she lowered them. "I'm not doing anything later on."
"Oh, darlin', it's okay. You don't need to be embarrassed. I know you want to," he said, lifting an eyebrow when she jerked her eyes back up to his. "And besides, I'm not going to take no for an answer. I like the way you touch me, and you seemed only too willing just a little while ago."
"I don't like touching you, and I don't want to, so you can just..."
His finger pressed against her mouth and he squeezed her hand simultaneously. "I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you. Not unless you'd like to be sore tomorrow."
"S-sore?"
"Mmm-hmm. Your ass looked beautiful all red from my hand, and I can't wait to see it that way again," he told her, giving a smug smile when she moved her other hand to slap him and he grabbed it. "See? You do want to touch me."
"I want to hit you!" she hissed, calming down a little when the waitress arrived with their food, looking bored.
Mark released Piper's hands and picked up the burger in front of him. "I think we'll continue this conversation when we get home again," he said, taking a bite.
Piper stared at the food in front of her and knew she wouldn't be able to eat it. Well, that was what you got for trying to beat him at his own game, she thought despondently. On the other hand, he hadn't won yet. She could continue this a little longer, she thought, picking at her own burger and frowning in concentration.
Mark glanced up at her and smirked at the way she was staring at her food, her face a picture of uncertainty. He could hardly wait to get her back home. He hurriedly finished his food and leaned back in his seat, folding his arms over his chest and looking at her unfinished meal. "Aren't you hungry?"
Piper's head jerked up at the sound of his voice, and then she shrugged. "Not really."
"Are you done then?"
"I guess so," she murmured. No sooner had the words left her lips than he was standing up and pulling her out of her seat, leading her out of the diner. "What's the hurry?" she grumbled as she had to almost run to keep up with him.
"Why, darlin', I can't wait to get you home again, so we can be alone," he said, giving her an amused smile as he got back on the bike and helped her on behind him.
Piper decided it was probably best not to argue with him at this point, so she held on tight as they drove along in the direction of his house. It took a long time to get there and when they did, she almost fell off the bike in her haste to get indoors and shut herself away from him.
It didn't prove to be that easy, however. The door was locked and she had to wait while he strolled casually up to it to unlock it, his eyes burning into hers and his lips curling with mirth. He stood back and let her run past him as he got the door open, chuckling when she flew straight up the stairs. For some reason she thought she could get away from him, he thought, shaking his head as he shut the door and followed slowly behind. She couldn't lock the bedroom door because he'd kicked it open before, and the lock was broken. When he reached their room he had to stop himself from laughing out loud at her antics. She was trying to move a big oak chest of drawers across the doorway, but the piece of furniture was far too heavy for her. She saw him standing there eventually and she froze, but the belligerent look on her face didn't lessen one bit. If anything, he thought as he walked into the room, it got even worse. Quite clearly if she had been strong enough she would be trying to take his head off right now.
"Trying to shut me out, darlin'?" he drawled, moving closer to her and staring down at her. She didn't back down an inch, and he had to admire her courage. She knew that he was quite willing to punish her, and yet she defied him at every turn. He wondered how long she would continue to do so.
She folded her arms over her chest as she glared at him, determined he wouldn't see how nervous he made her. "What do you want?"
"Mmm, now there's a loaded question," he murmured, reaching out and brushing his fingers through her hair, letting the silky black strands flow over his hand. "I think I'd like it if you continued what you started on the bike."
"I didn't start anything on the bike," she muttered, pulling her head sharply away from his hand.
"Really?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. "In that case, why don't we just start something right now?"
Her eyes widened a fraction. "I'm tired."
"It's still daytime," he replied, arching one eyebrow and waiting for her next excuse.
"I don't feel well."
"This will make you feel a whole lot better."
"It won't!"
"How do you know, unless you try?" he murmured, grabbing her around the waist before she could move and pulling her up against him.
"I don't want to try....let me go!" she said through gritted teeth, tying to struggle out of his grasp.
"Aw baby, you know I love it when you fight me," he growled, picking her up and throwing her onto the bed. He quickly came down on her before she had a chance to get away and he immediately took her mouth in a deep kiss.
Piper tried to fight him, but it was impossible to fight herself as well. His kiss expertly forced her mouth open and she couldn't help responding to his obvious mastery. While he kept her occupied with the kiss itself, his hands started slowly removing their clothing and she didn't realise what was happening until he pulled back from her to lift her top over her head. She gasped and lifted her hands to cover herself, but he pulled them down and stared at the smooth curves he had revealed. After drinking in his fill of the beautiful sight, he bent and kissed the curve of one breast, moving his lips towards the nipple and watching as it tightened in anticipation. He chuckled at the reaction her body gave him so easily, and his eyes flicked upwards to see her watching him with a curious mixture of apprehension and delight.
Piper stared at him and couldn't reconcile the feelings flowing through her body. She hated him, she hated that he could do this to her...but she also wanted it more than she wanted to breathe at that moment. His mouth hovered over her nipple and he kept eye contact with her, seeing the desperation build slowly in those whisky coloured eyes as she stared at him. Giving in to the impulse, he lowered his head again and took her nipple inside his mouth, tugging on the sentient flesh and holding her down as she arched convulsively against him. His lips curved into a wicked smile at her heated reaction, and he resumed his caresses with more fervour ....dragging her unwilling body closer and closer to a climax she needed desperately now. He trailed kisses down over her abdomen and pulled her thighs apart, letting his fingers sweep over the moist flesh there before he tasted her again. She was addictive, he thought, pleasuring her with his tongue and holding her hips firmly in his large hands. He eased a finger inside the tight passage and teased her with it slowly, relishing the gasps of intense pleasure she was making.
Piper drifted on a sea of absolute bliss as he played her body....and for once denial was the very last thing on her mind. After the way he had teased her earlier on, she now wanted him to continue, to make love to her again and bring her to completion. But all too soon it stopped and she opened her eyes to stare up at him as he sat up between her splayed thighs. She almost panicked when she thought he was stopping again, and she had to bite back the sigh of relief when he settled himself against her and probed gently at her with his hard shaft. Finally he was going to take her! she thought, arching her hips upwards as he slowly started to sink inside her. Her delicate flesh stretching around him made her whimper, and he smiled as he settled deep within the snug warmth. His arms moved up and he rested them next to her head, his torso flattening down over hers as he stared into her flushed face.
"Open your eyes, darlin'," he murmured, brushing her cheeks with his thumbs as she obeyed him, staring up at him dazedly. "How does it feel Piper? How does it feel with me being inside you like this?" He flexed his hips as he spoke and she breathed in sharply at the rush of lust this caused.
"It...it feels..."
"Tell me," he urged her, moving back and then thrusting deeply again.
"It feels...oh God, it feels so good," she whimpered, not wanting to say it but unable to stop herself. It felt more than good, it felt like heaven.
"And this? How does this feel?" he asked again, starting up a rhythm that had her squirming about underneath him. When she didn't speak, he stilled his movements. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No! No, please..." she gasped, her body trying to force his into movement again.
"Then talk to me Piper," he said, his voice husky as he began moving again, faster this time.
"I can't..." she said, squeezing her eyes shut as humiliation washed over her to mix with the enjoyment.
"Oh, but you must," he murmured, deepening his strokes until he felt her trembling on the brink of an orgasm...and then he stopped dead. He waited until she opened her eyes again and then he arched an eyebrow. "Something wrong?"
Ordinarily she would have told him to go to hell, but she felt anything but ordinary at that moment. Teetering on the edge of intense pleasure, she almost sobbed when her movements failed to make him continue. "Mark....please...."
He bent and dropped a small kiss on her lips. "Please what darlin'?"
"Please don't stop, please..."
"What do you want Piper? Tell me!"
Her eyes met his and she went blank for a second, then he flexed his hips once and she gasped. "I want you to...to....make love to me," she whispered, her awareness that she was begging him for sex buried deep in her brain.
"Make love? This isn't making love, Piper. This is good old fashioned fucking," he growled, narrowing his eyes. "Ask me properly."
The reality of the situation was starting to get to her as her body began to cool down and she frowned. "No," she said quietly.
"No?" he repeated, smiling wickedly. "Are you sure about that?" He flexed his hips again and thrust a few times, bringing her back up to boiling point again. He was finding it more and more impossible to control his own body now. "Ask me properly," he said again, moving his hips from side to side.
She whimpered as he continued the teasing movement. "I don't know how....what you want me to say...I..." she gasped out, arching upwards again as he gave one deep lunge.
"Ask me to fuck you, baby," he growled, his eyes fierce as he watched her writhe about as if she were in pain.
"Please....Mark....please f..fuck me..." she stammered, knowing she'd regret it later. Right now all that mattered was that he continued what he had been doing.
"As you wish darlin'," he said, smiling in victory and then starting to plunge quickly in and out of her tight warmth, pushing her over the edge and feeling her clamp down around him.
She screamed as she came, and he groaned as he joined her, the way her body clenched uncontrollably around him sending him skywards. He collapsed on top of her and worked hard at trying to breathe, unable to believe the ecstasy she had given him.
Piper lay still underneath him, floating mindlessly on a cloud of satisfaction as her body slowly returned to normality. She felt thoughts pressing in on her consciousness and she tried to ignore them, not wanting to face it all yet...not wanting to feel the humiliation. But she couldn't stop them and a frown crinkled her forehead as she remembered every move, every word, every touch that had just occurred. Tears filled her eyes quickly and overflowed, but she didn't make a noise. She couldn't believe that she had turned from a fairly normal person into some sort of sex maniac in so short a time. And he had enjoyed it, he had laughed.....oh God, she thought, squeezing her eyes shut as all the feelings she was trying to hold back flooded her.
Mark opened his eyes slowly when he felt her tremble underneath him, and he rolled off her, thinking it was his weight causing her some distress. But when he looked at her, he found she was crying and he suddenly felt like shit. "Piper..." he began, but she rolled away from him, presenting him with her back and curling up. He watched for a few seconds not knowing what to do. Reaching out, he touched her shoulder and she flinched away from him, still not making a noise. "Piper, talk to me, tell me what's wrong."
She snorted at that and gave a short laugh. "Don't touch me," she hissed, blinking the remaining tears away and stiffening her back.
Mark frowned. "That's not what you were saying just now," he reminded her.
"I know, and I'll be ashamed of that forever," she whispered, still not turning over to look at him.
His frown grew even worse and he grabbed her, pulling her forcibly over onto her back so he could look into her eyes. "There's nothing shameful in admitting you like something," he said, hating the guilt that started making itself known as he looked at the tears on her face.
She struggled to get away from his big hands, but it was futile. "Let me go."
"No, not until you stop acting like this," he said, frowning even more fiercely.
"How do you expect me to act after the way you humiliated me? Or is it that you want me to beg again? You get a real kick out of that, don't you, you bastard?" she spat at him, shifting her shoulders in his grasp.
His eyes narrowed dangerously at the insult. "Piper..." he began, his tone warning her not to continue. "For God's sake!" he muttered as she struggled even harder, her eyes shooting fire at him. "If you don't calm down, right now, I'll...."
"You'll what? You big bully! The only thing you understand is force....get the hell off me!" she yelled at him, trying to use her legs to kick him, but he held her effortlessly.
"You think that's all I understand? Fine," he ground out through gritted teeth as he rolled her over onto her stomach and delivered two sharp swats to her backside. He leaned down until his mouth was next to her ear. "You want more of those Piper? Then you just continue struggling and I'll be happy to oblige." When she stopped moving and just lay there he nodded. "Good."
Piper lay calmly, waiting for him to remove his hands. As soon as he did she moved off the bed, quickly grabbing her clothes and slipping them on so she didn't feel so vulnerable.
"Where are you going?" Mark asked her, sitting up on the bed and staring at her suspiciously. "Downstairs. I am allowed to leave the room?" she asked sarcastically, immediately setting his temper ablaze again.
"You have permission to leave the room. But don't try and leave the house, or you'll regret it," he told her, his face a cold mask.
She was about to retort, but thought better of it and just lowered her eyes. Far better to just shut up and leave the room while she could, rather than get him mad at her again. She went out the door as fast as she could and almost ran down the stairs, glad to have some distance between them.
Mark watched her go and ran a hand through his hair, flopping back on the bed to stare at the ceiling. He had a horrible feeling that he was starting to care about her, and that would make things far more complicated than he had previously thought they were. Obviously she hated his guts, even though she responded to his lovemaking. Maybe he was going about this the wrong way, he thought, and considered the way he had been treating her. Not that he'd been physically abusive, but the way she had reacted just now.....he shook his head and sighed again. She was so stubborn that she brought out the worst in him, and he couldn't help the way he acted. He frowned and sat up, making a decision. She didn't like him bullying her, and she didn't like him forcing her to admit she wanted him, so he'd see how she liked him being nice to her. He only hoped he could hold onto his temper if she kept defying him.
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****Gosh, is Mark going to stop being an asshole? Is that possible? Who knows? LOL****