arched her back. An offering.
“Say it. And I’ll fuck you like no one else ever has.” He ripped the condom open with his teeth. In seconds he was rolling the latex over his cock.
“I don’t come during sex,” she whispered on a rush of air.
Surprised at the admission, he fought to keep his expression blank. “You will this time.”
She shook her head. “I can’t. I’m defective that way.” A small, nervous laugh escaped her lips.
His heart pounded in his chest, tightened and squeezed. He took her chin in his hand. Kissed her soft and light on the mouth. “I dare you not to.”
He skimmed his lips down her throat. Licked at her rapid pulse. He moved lower, cupped her breasts, rubbed his thumbs across the peaks. Her head fell back against the wall. His tongue danced across first one nipple then the second. He sucked the hard bud into his mouth, plucked the other. She clutched his head, dug her fingers into his skull. Her hips moved, sought out his erection, rocked against it.
The feel of her wet pussy riding his cock was almost his undoing. He played a moment longer, until she arched and moaned with each touch.
He straightened and took her jaw between his fingers, forced her to meet his gaze.
When those dazed violet eyes met his, he asked, “Who owns you?” Her breath stuttered.
Several long moments passed where all that could be heard was the sound of traffic from the street. He waited, raised a brow.
Between her thighs, his cock throbbed for attention, but he wouldn’t relent. Not until she submitted. Because that was what Violet needed. To submit. To be mastered.
Seconds ticked by.
“You do, Master,” she whispered in slow, halting speech.
Power and lust, unlike he’d ever known, rolled through him. He gripped the back of her neck, leaned down and took her mouth in a hard, demanding kiss.
She clutched at him as their tongues met. All night he’d restrained himself, held back for fear of scaring her, but now he gave her everything. His lips moved hers as he fucked her mouth as he’d be fucking her body. When he tore away from her, she practically fell into him. He met her gaze. “Mine.”
She nodded. “Yours.”
He lifted one slender thigh to his hip and drove inside her, almost brutal in his possession. She cried out. Her neck arching as her body fought to accommodate him.
He closed his eyes for a moment. She was tight, hot and wet, squeezing him like a glove one size too small. Heaven on earth. This hadn’t been what he’d planned, but his plans didn’t seem to matter right now. All that mattered was making this woman belong to him in a way she’d never belonged to anyone else. His cock pulsed as her muscles rippled.
She moaned, a long, deep, needy sound.
He bit her neck then smoothed the rough spot with his tongue.
He thrust, letting all his raw emotion flow from his body into hers. “Oh.” She sighed as though relieved.
He shifted angles, pumped. Her cunt clenched around his cock. He gritted his teeth as pure sensation speared through him. He bent his knees and drove hard and high into her, circling his hips so his pelvis rocked against her clit.
She let out a shriek. He locked his position and hammered home. Into her ear he ordered, “You will never run away from me again. Understood?”
“Yes.” Her fingers dug into his shoulders. She twisted under him. The corners of her mouth drooped as her lids squeezed tight.
He slowed his pace. “Look at me.”
Her eyes opened, they glittered wet under the dim light. She shook her head. “I can’t. I’m sorry. Not even with you.”
Jesus, this was going to kill him. He leaned down and brushed her lips. A soft touch, a brush of flesh against flesh.
With great reluctance, he pulled away. Straightened. “Listen up, little girl.” He put steel in his voice. “You’re going to come all over my cock in about ten minutes.”
Again, she shook her head.
He held up his wrist and showed her the digital watch. “What time
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