little sub girl, she ran into the alley instead of to the safety she’d been screaming for only moments before.
Just as he knew she would.
He fought the impulse to chase. His muscles jumped but he stayed in place. She looked over her shoulder, her black hair streaming behind her. In that moment, his heart stopped and his breath snagged in his chest. Beautiful. Wild and untamed, she glowed with raw unrestrained emotion. He’d done that. And now he needed to touch, to feel that vibrancy dance under his fingertips.
He began his pursuit.
She shrieked, sprinting faster. Pure pleasure mixed with hot lust as he gave them what they both wanted. His legs pounded against the concrete as he ate up the ground
separating them. Close now, he grabbed her around the waist, hauling her to him, jerking them both to a stop.
“No.” Her stomach heaved under his hands as she sucked in air.
The word shot a jolt from the base of his spine to his balls. God, he wanted her. He growled. “You ready to get punished?”
“You’re a bastard.” Not quite willing to give up the fight even though her nipples were hard and he’d bet a million dollars she was wet, hot and throbbing.
He sank his teeth into the soft skin at the curve of her neck. “And don’t you ever
forget it.”
He pushed her toward the wall. Her shoes scraped against the ground as she fought to keep her position. He barked, “Hands on the wall.”
Her palms slapped on the brick while her foot shot out and nailed him in the shin.
He winced, fought the urge to lean down and rub the spot. He grabbed her hair at the nape, twisted. “You’re going to pay for that.”
“Fuck you.” Her breath hissed out.
He snaked a hand under her skirt, yanked it over her hips. “Ready to give up the good fight?”
“Never.”
“You’re going to eat those words, sugar.” He kicked her legs apart, spreading her wide. Exposing her to the cool night air. He pressed his hard cock into the seam of her perfect ass, sliding his palm down over her smooth, flat stomach. The tips of his fingers brushed over her clit. She rose on tiptoes to deepen the contact. Ruthless, he plunged inside her dripping pussy. Thrust once. Twice.
“Oh god,” the words seemed to slip out of her, unnoticed. She let her head fall between her outstretched arms.
His thumb circled her clit as he slid his fingers in and out of her tight cunt. Her muscles rippled along his skin. She was swollen, ready. He twisted her hair tighter. “You can fight all you want, Violet, but it won’t change the facts.”
“Facts?” She groaned, throwing her hips back.
“The fact you’re my little slut to fuck however and whenever I want.”
“Yes. More. Please, Ethan.” The tight canal clamped down on his fingers, building in strength and rhythm, signaling her impending orgasm.
He pulled away. Removed his touch and dropped the hold he had on her hair. “No!” She glared at him over her shoulder.
He slapped her bare ass. A red print appeared against her smooth, creamy skin. “Ouch,” she shrieked. “That hurt.”
Lust raged in his blood, so hot, so on the verge of losing control his vision dimmed.
Despite the defiance on her face, he looked into those violet eyes and saw what she was hiding. Need and hunger shimmered in her gaze. She wanted to submit but couldn’t say the words. So she fought.
He smacked the other round cheek. His mouth watered. His cock throbbed. “That’s.” Slap . “The.” Slap . “Point.” Slap . “Violet.”
He continued to rain a series of blows along her ass until it was bright red, and she was pushing into the blows. She rose on the balls of her feet, her eyes closed, her head thrown back.
Jesus. He stopped, smoothing his palms over her warm flesh. Their harsh breath filled the night air to combine with the traffic from the street. Never in all his experience had he been so close to losing control. She could have taken more, but he couldn’t.
The knowledge shook him to
Just as he knew she would.
He fought the impulse to chase. His muscles jumped but he stayed in place. She looked over her shoulder, her black hair streaming behind her. In that moment, his heart stopped and his breath snagged in his chest. Beautiful. Wild and untamed, she glowed with raw unrestrained emotion. He’d done that. And now he needed to touch, to feel that vibrancy dance under his fingertips.
He began his pursuit.
She shrieked, sprinting faster. Pure pleasure mixed with hot lust as he gave them what they both wanted. His legs pounded against the concrete as he ate up the ground
separating them. Close now, he grabbed her around the waist, hauling her to him, jerking them both to a stop.
“No.” Her stomach heaved under his hands as she sucked in air.
The word shot a jolt from the base of his spine to his balls. God, he wanted her. He growled. “You ready to get punished?”
“You’re a bastard.” Not quite willing to give up the fight even though her nipples were hard and he’d bet a million dollars she was wet, hot and throbbing.
He sank his teeth into the soft skin at the curve of her neck. “And don’t you ever
forget it.”
He pushed her toward the wall. Her shoes scraped against the ground as she fought to keep her position. He barked, “Hands on the wall.”
Her palms slapped on the brick while her foot shot out and nailed him in the shin.
He winced, fought the urge to lean down and rub the spot. He grabbed her hair at the nape, twisted. “You’re going to pay for that.”
“Fuck you.” Her breath hissed out.
He snaked a hand under her skirt, yanked it over her hips. “Ready to give up the good fight?”
“Never.”
“You’re going to eat those words, sugar.” He kicked her legs apart, spreading her wide. Exposing her to the cool night air. He pressed his hard cock into the seam of her perfect ass, sliding his palm down over her smooth, flat stomach. The tips of his fingers brushed over her clit. She rose on tiptoes to deepen the contact. Ruthless, he plunged inside her dripping pussy. Thrust once. Twice.
“Oh god,” the words seemed to slip out of her, unnoticed. She let her head fall between her outstretched arms.
His thumb circled her clit as he slid his fingers in and out of her tight cunt. Her muscles rippled along his skin. She was swollen, ready. He twisted her hair tighter. “You can fight all you want, Violet, but it won’t change the facts.”
“Facts?” She groaned, throwing her hips back.
“The fact you’re my little slut to fuck however and whenever I want.”
“Yes. More. Please, Ethan.” The tight canal clamped down on his fingers, building in strength and rhythm, signaling her impending orgasm.
He pulled away. Removed his touch and dropped the hold he had on her hair. “No!” She glared at him over her shoulder.
He slapped her bare ass. A red print appeared against her smooth, creamy skin. “Ouch,” she shrieked. “That hurt.”
Lust raged in his blood, so hot, so on the verge of losing control his vision dimmed.
Despite the defiance on her face, he looked into those violet eyes and saw what she was hiding. Need and hunger shimmered in her gaze. She wanted to submit but couldn’t say the words. So she fought.
He smacked the other round cheek. His mouth watered. His cock throbbed. “That’s.” Slap . “The.” Slap . “Point.” Slap . “Violet.”
He continued to rain a series of blows along her ass until it was bright red, and she was pushing into the blows. She rose on the balls of her feet, her eyes closed, her head thrown back.
Jesus. He stopped, smoothing his palms over her warm flesh. Their harsh breath filled the night air to combine with the traffic from the street. Never in all his experience had he been so close to losing control. She could have taken more, but he couldn’t.
The knowledge shook him to
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