Making Him Want Me So Badly

Cora’s POV

The atmosphere inside the confined space of the SUV thickened, wrapping around my skin like a heavy, suffocating blanket. *Too innocent. Too pure. Too naïve.* His words echoed in my ears, sparking a storm of frustration inside my chest. Why did Magnus insist on looking at me as though I were made of spun glass? He constantly operated under the infuriating assumption that I was a fragile creature, ready to shatter at the barest hint of pressure. Every nerve ending in my body hummed, vibrating and aching with a desperate need for his physical touch. The heat radiating off his imposing frame pulled me in against my better judgment.

I made a firm decision. I was done playing the predictable role of the timid, easily frightened nerdy girl who hid behind thick glasses. I was sick of being underestimated. The lingering alcohol pumped a dangerous liquid courage through my veins, stripping away my usual inhibitions and leaving behind a raw audacity. Driven by an intense need to shatter his arrogant preconceptions and prove him wrong, I leaned forward, aggressively closing the small physical distance separating us on the leather seat.

I locked my gaze with his, letting my heart hammer a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I dropped my voice into a low, sultry murmur to mask the trembling of my breath, holding his intense stare and refusing to back down.

"I should tell you something. I might look innocent, but I can be reckless between the sheets."

His reaction was immediate, but it was nothing close to the shock I hoped to provoke. A low, dark, mocking laugh rumbled up from his chest, vibrating through the narrow sliver of air between us. His tone dripped with amusement and a heavy dose of condescension that instantly grated on my newfound bravado.

"Once again, whatever wild-girl act you’re trying to put up, I can see right through you." His voice was a smooth, dangerous purr that dismissed my entire effort in one sweeping stroke.

He didn't just reject my verbal challenge. He invaded my personal space to assert his dominance. He leaned in, moving with the terrifying, deliberate grace of a predator cornering its prey. My breath hitched in my throat as his face dipped dangerously close to my neck. I felt the sudden, shocking sensation of his teeth lightly grazing against the sensitive skin located just below my earlobe. The ghosting, biting touch sent a massive jolt of electricity shooting straight downward, pooling into a heavy, throbbing heat at my very core.

He dropped his voice into a dark, possessive, and terrifyingly arousing whisper directly against my skin.

"I would break you. Ruin you for any other man. You would never forget the way I touch you. The way I make you scream my name."

Those dark words acted like a physical blow, sending shivers cascading down my spine and echoing throughout my trembling frame. The sheer intensity of his promise—the explicit threat of total sexual destruction and physical ownership—overwhelmed my senses. Then he deliberately stepped back, granting me a millimeter of desperately needed breathing room.

I looked up at him, my chest heaving. I was captivated and terrified in equal measure. His sharp blue eyes had darkened completely, swirling with raw lust and a predatory desire that stripped me bare. His face, with its sharp jawline and arrogant contours, looked devastatingly handsome in the dim streetlights passing by the windows. As my dilated gaze fell to his mouth, noticing the way his lips were wet and parted slightly as he breathed, a forbidden, impulsive thought flashed like lightning across my racing mind.

*Seduce him.*

Driven by this intoxicating impulse and refusing to be cowed by his threats, I leaned closer to him once again, throwing down a silent gauntlet. I challenged him directly, attempting to mirror his supreme confidence, keeping my voice steady but laced with a teasing, defiant edge.

"You think you could break me? Maybe you’re the one who will be ruined."

It was a bold, foolish claim, a bluff meant to disguise my overwhelming physical response to his proximity. Magnus merely smirked, an arrogant curving of his lips that both infuriated me and excited me beyond rational thought. He looked down at me with an expression of unshakeable certainty, dismissing my bravado without a second thought.

"Oh Cora, you certainly talk big. But know this, whatever you’re thinking, it isn’t going to happen."

His refusal to entertain my challenge stung my pride. A sudden spike of panic and embarrassment flared inside my chest as I realized just how transparent my filthy, seductive thoughts might actually be to a man as observant as him. Desperate to hide the intense wet arousal pooling heavily in my belly and making my thighs tremble, I frantically tried to rebuild my walls. I forced my facial muscles into a playful, dismissive smile, attempting to mask my internal chaos. I lied straight through my teeth, desperately trying to regain the upper hand.

"I’m not thinking about anything. You don’t affect me at all."

Magnus was unconvinced by my frantic backpedaling.

"I doubt that." His voice was a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to vibrate directly against my skin.

He leaned in again, deliberately closing the tiny gap between us just enough that the radiant heat of his large body washed over me, sending fresh sparks coursing through my veins. With clinical, devastating precision, he began to verbally dissect my physical reactions, mercilessly stripping away all my flimsy defensive lies. He pointed out every physiological betrayal my body was making, forcing me to confront my own intense arousal. He stared deep into my blown-out pupils, dropped his gaze to my parted lips, and watched the rapid rise and fall of my chest.

"Your eyes dilate. Your lips part... Your breathing changes. Your body responds to me even when you try to pretend it doesn’t."

My mind spun furiously because I knew, with terrifying certainty, that every single word leaving his mouth was the truth. The heavy, throbbing heat pooling low in my belly was impossible to ignore any longer. My rational inhibitions had been lowered by the alcohol I consumed earlier in the evening. In a moment of pure madness, my mind began frantically channeling the bold, unashamed, sexually aggressive heroines from the romance novels I spent my days writing. I decided to initiate a dangerous, high-stakes game of physical seduction with this ruthless CEO.

Slowly and deliberately, my hand moved out through the charged space between us. I reached downward and rested my palm directly onto his hard, muscular thigh. The touch was intentionally light and teasing as my trembling fingers began to trail higher up his leg, moving dangerously, agonizingly close to the most sensitive juncture between his legs.

The taboo nature of the bold act made it feel dirty and forbidden, sending an intoxicating thrill shooting straight through my nervous system. I leaned in even closer, putting my lips inches from his face, and fully committed to the seductive role I was playing.

"You want me to touch you. Right here." I breathed out the provocative words, thrilling at the sound of my own voice.

His reaction was instantaneous and visceral. A low, rough, warning growl escaped his throat, sounding like a dangerous animal pushed to the edge of its restraint.

"Cora…" He warned, his voice thick with strained control and dark promises.

But I didn't stop. Ignoring his dark warning, my fingers moved the final inch and brushed directly, explicitly against the front of his trousers, making direct physical contact with his crotch.

The sensation sent an immediate shockwave through my entire body. Through the expensive fabric of his pants, I could feel the unmistakable, rock-hard shape of his massive penis. He was fully hard. A massive jolt of pure shock widened my eyes instantly, paralyzing my hand right where it rested against his thick erection.

As a secret romance author, I had written hundreds of vivid, explicit scenes about male anatomy and charged sexual situations. But in that frozen, breathless moment, I realized with terrifying clarity that my active literary imagination was absolutely nothing compared to the raw physical reality. I had never actually touched a man before in my entire life, let alone felt an erection of this magnitude. I had zero practical experience to prepare me for feeling exactly how big, how heavily ready, and how desperately rock-hard a man’s penis could truly be beneath his clothing. The sheer size and heat radiating from his massive erection left me completely stunned, my mind short-circuiting as I kept my hand pressed flush against the hard, throbbing evidence of his intense desire for me.