The Claiming of Sadie Graves by Angela Price

sits quietly for several beats.
    “You’re going to have to trust me in my business dealings, Sadie.” He has a serious, unsmiling expression. “I had to attend an awards banquet last night and I’d already asked Violet to accompany me. I couldn’t renege on it. And I look out after what’s mine.”  I look at him, also unsmiling. This is the fucker you gave your virginity to , I tell myself. My blood pressure is now at stroke level . I’ve made a serious tactical error. Critical, even. This guy is with a different woman every night. I feel like weeping, which is normally what I do when I’m mad or hurt. And in this case, I’m both. “Lucas, I don’t want this. Take me to Georgetown and let me out. I’m here to see my dad.”
    His face is set, hard. “Ask me the second question, Sadie” Lucas says, softly. His jaw clenches and unclenches.
    “Why are you doing this?” I whisper. “I don’t appreciate it. At all.”
    His face gets angrier. He moves closer to me.  He closes the privacy window of the limo as it lurches forward, Calvin presumably in t ow. “I have a place here in town. When Calvin called me and told me you were leaving your apartment with a packed bag, I knew it had everything to do with last night. I checked my phone logs; I knew what happened. I decided to head you off, once I knew where you were headed, and change your mind about what you thought you heard. Because I know; you jumped to conclusions about me, Sadie.” He’s pressed against me on the backseat with such force that I’m almost reclined. My breathing is shallow.
    And I’m mad. I sure am.
    He pushes me back, all the way, till my shoulders touch the armrest on the opposing door. “Do you really think I’d hurt you, Sadie?” Of course I do , I think. You already have. And I barely know you. I keep my face neutral.
    “I told you; I’m captivated by you. Mesmerized. I want you all the time. I think about you constantly.” Lucas moves his face over my breasts, rubbing his cheeks over them. He bites softly through my tank. My nipples elongate; damnation my body is a complete traitor. Before I can push him back or away, he grabs my wrists with one hand and holds them to the right of my thighs, using his other hand to pull down my leggings. They’re around my knees in seconds, and he urges me backward - kissing my neck, pushing my sweater back to have access to my breasts, pressing me back and down with his weight. “Put your hands behind your head” he says. He pushes my clothes out of the way, so I’m naked from my breasts to my hips.
    “Jesus, Sadie. Fuck.” He pulls his shirt off over his head and undoes his pants in seconds; I can see his underwear bulging through the opening of his zip and fly. He’s so serious, even I’m taken back somehow. He drops his face to my nipple, tonguing it with long strokes. I stop breathing. He drags my knees closer to the edge of the seat, pulls my boots off one at a time and rips off my leggings. He inserts one finger inside me, stroking the front wall of my sex. He watches my face for long seconds, no doubt watching the conflicting emotions traveling over it – anger, hurt, dawning realization, arousal – and then whispers in my ear. “I know you might be sore, but I want you. Now, Sadie . Turn over, and open your legs to me.”
    I don’t even feel like myself . I’m taking orders from a guy who had me followed today. I feel so vulnerable. But I turn around and put my knees on the bench seat. I move without questioning anything. By now, the rest of my clothes are off. He positions himself behind me, and uses his knees to show me that mine are too close together. When he’s situated me like he wants me; my knees are three feet apart and my sex and backside are wholly exposed to him.  Lucas whispers, “Holy shit, Sadie. You are so beautiful. Like a wet dream.” His hands hold my hips, but move to caress my breasts, stomach and lower back.
    Lucas groans, and slowly enters me