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of her throat. Only the placement of the man’s forearm kept her breasts from being visible to the camera, otherwise the couple appeared nude. The woman’s expression was part pain, part pleasure, and the man’s was harsh, unforgiving. The book was called Into the Dark.
What. The. Fuck.
Peering over his shoulder to make sure Kady remained asleep, Colton flipped the book around in his hands and turned back to skim the description. The story was about an underground fighter who introduces a woman to the gritty worlds of his boxing circuit and of role-playing nonconsensual sexual scenarios.
Colton’s heart was a pounding sledgehammer in his chest.
Why did Kady have this? Why was she reading this?
He turned the book over and over in his hands, taking in the curled cover, the bent corners of some of the pages, the cracked spine, an array of dings and scuffs and little tears. Signs of a well-read book.
And it was clear that certain pages were the most frequently read because of how the book was almost trained to open to them. Colton picked one toward the beginning and scanned his gaze over the words.
Holy shit.
He needed more light. And some privacy.
Turning out all the lamps in the bedroom to encourage Kady to stay asleep, he found the bathroom in the dark, quietly secured the door, and flicked on the light switch. He flipped the toilet lid down and sat.
Letting the book fall open by itself again, Colton started reading at the top of page sixty and couldn’t tear his gaze away. It was all about the fighter trying to scare an interested woman away by coming on hard and strong. He’d tried to warn her away from him several times before, but since that hadn’t worked, he was taking it up a notch. In the alley that led to one of the underground fight clubs, he got all in her space, barked questions and taunts at her, handled her roughly, and exposed her body by tugging her skirt up over her hips. When none of that seemed to chase her off, he yanked down her panties with a threat to fuck her right there in the alley where anyone coming to or leaving from the fight might see them. Imagine the guy’s shock when he not only found her dripping wet but heard her beg him to do it.
Problem was, he liked the woman. He didn’t want anyone else seeing her. And he wasn’t convinced she understood that this behavior wasn’t a game for him. It was who he was. What he did. What he needed . Instead, he roughly re-dressed her and handed her a card with an address. As he walked off, he challenged her to show up there in two nights, but only if she was sure she wanted and could handle the kind of sex he dished out.
Colton’s hand was shaking as he turned the page.
Kady Dresco reads books about rough sex.
“Jesus,” he whispered, the room spinning around him. He flipped a bunch of pages looking for the couple’s next meeting, and finally just let the book fall open where it wanted. Annnd bingo.
He skimmed until he found the point at which the woman arrived at the address, found a note that said only “Come in” taped to the door, and entered the apartment. The lighting inside was dim and the place was quiet and still. She called out his name as she slowly moved around the space.
Out of nowhere, he was on her. He grabbed her from behind and hauled her tight up against the front of his body, one hand clamped over her mouth, the other strapped across her breasts and securing her arms.
“Curious little thing, aren’t you?”
Whimpering under his hand, she nodded, her heart racing and body vibrating with arousal. Four different times, he’d told her that she didn’t want any part of what he had to offer. But when she was in his presence, she felt more alive than she had in years. The gritty rasp of his voice was like water, and the harsh press of his touch like air. Her body recognized in him something it needed very much, and she had to know one way or the other what he was, what he did, and whether she liked it.
“ Do
What. The. Fuck.
Peering over his shoulder to make sure Kady remained asleep, Colton flipped the book around in his hands and turned back to skim the description. The story was about an underground fighter who introduces a woman to the gritty worlds of his boxing circuit and of role-playing nonconsensual sexual scenarios.
Colton’s heart was a pounding sledgehammer in his chest.
Why did Kady have this? Why was she reading this?
He turned the book over and over in his hands, taking in the curled cover, the bent corners of some of the pages, the cracked spine, an array of dings and scuffs and little tears. Signs of a well-read book.
And it was clear that certain pages were the most frequently read because of how the book was almost trained to open to them. Colton picked one toward the beginning and scanned his gaze over the words.
Holy shit.
He needed more light. And some privacy.
Turning out all the lamps in the bedroom to encourage Kady to stay asleep, he found the bathroom in the dark, quietly secured the door, and flicked on the light switch. He flipped the toilet lid down and sat.
Letting the book fall open by itself again, Colton started reading at the top of page sixty and couldn’t tear his gaze away. It was all about the fighter trying to scare an interested woman away by coming on hard and strong. He’d tried to warn her away from him several times before, but since that hadn’t worked, he was taking it up a notch. In the alley that led to one of the underground fight clubs, he got all in her space, barked questions and taunts at her, handled her roughly, and exposed her body by tugging her skirt up over her hips. When none of that seemed to chase her off, he yanked down her panties with a threat to fuck her right there in the alley where anyone coming to or leaving from the fight might see them. Imagine the guy’s shock when he not only found her dripping wet but heard her beg him to do it.
Problem was, he liked the woman. He didn’t want anyone else seeing her. And he wasn’t convinced she understood that this behavior wasn’t a game for him. It was who he was. What he did. What he needed . Instead, he roughly re-dressed her and handed her a card with an address. As he walked off, he challenged her to show up there in two nights, but only if she was sure she wanted and could handle the kind of sex he dished out.
Colton’s hand was shaking as he turned the page.
Kady Dresco reads books about rough sex.
“Jesus,” he whispered, the room spinning around him. He flipped a bunch of pages looking for the couple’s next meeting, and finally just let the book fall open where it wanted. Annnd bingo.
He skimmed until he found the point at which the woman arrived at the address, found a note that said only “Come in” taped to the door, and entered the apartment. The lighting inside was dim and the place was quiet and still. She called out his name as she slowly moved around the space.
Out of nowhere, he was on her. He grabbed her from behind and hauled her tight up against the front of his body, one hand clamped over her mouth, the other strapped across her breasts and securing her arms.
“Curious little thing, aren’t you?”
Whimpering under his hand, she nodded, her heart racing and body vibrating with arousal. Four different times, he’d told her that she didn’t want any part of what he had to offer. But when she was in his presence, she felt more alive than she had in years. The gritty rasp of his voice was like water, and the harsh press of his touch like air. Her body recognized in him something it needed very much, and she had to know one way or the other what he was, what he did, and whether she liked it.
“ Do
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