Page 14 of While You Sleep

I cried out, my head dropping back, and it would have hit the wall if his hand hadn’t already been there. My body trembled, and I felt utterly out of control. Dark pleasure spun around me, coiling in my belly.

Dean kept my head tilted back, my body where he wanted it, how he wanted it. He stared into my eyes, not letting me look away with nothing but his will.

“Fucking dripping, Soph,” he said, roughly. “This tight-as-fuck little pussy needs to be fucked hard and often, doesn’t it? But you knew no one could give you what you needed until now, isn’t that right, pet?”

No one had ever spoken to me like that, and it confused me, scared me—yet turned me on even more. I groaned low, making a sound I’d never heard come out of my mouth before. I shook harder as that dark pleasure gripped me so tight I couldn’t draw breath, sweeping me up and taking me so high I was spinning out of control.

Dean didn’t let up, his fingers ruthlessly owning me, deep and punishing. His hand left my hair, and he curled his fingers around my throat, pinning me to the wall, applying light pressure. My inner walls contracted, hard. I gasped, trying to drag in a breath, to get some control, almost afraid of the feeling building inside me. It was too much, too earth-shattering.

Oh god.

His mouth went to my ear. “Let go. Let me feel it, Sophia, right the fuck now.”

As soon as the demand left his mouth, I crashed, falling, tumbling over and over as if I’d left my body and was watching someone else shake and writhe against his hold, as if I were hearing someone else beg and scream for more.

There was a gush between my thighs, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I bucked against him, my body not my own.

“Good girl,” he said roughly.

I’d never done that before. I didn’t even know I could do that. I was breathing hard, still shaking, not sure what just happened. How it happened. One minute we were kissing, the next, I was…a sobbing, shaking mess.

He carefully pulled his fingers free, and I blinked up at him, panting, my legs trembling with weakness. “That’s never happened…I’ve never…and I got, um…it all on you…” I sucked in a shaky breath. “I’m sorry.”

His nostrils flared. “Are you apologizing for squirting?”

I moistened my lips. “Um…yes?”

His gaze bore into me. “You don’t apologize, you thank me, then you ask me to get you off again.”

My heart pounded in my chest, and I studied him. Something about Dean seemed different, rougher, more…intense. “Thank you,” I whispered, feeling shy all of a sudden.

“And the rest, pet,” he said, an unyielding look in his green eyes.

Pet? I wasn’t sure what I thought of that either. It felt weird, like he thought of me as some creature to order about as he wished, but it also made my belly swirl.

“I—I would, but I can never…ah, orgasm more than once. So…” My face was burning again.

He laughed, without humor, and it was a dark and scary sound that sent my pulse racing. “You’ll come as many times as I want you to.”

I blinked up at him in shock.

His phone rang, and he put it to his ear, still pressed against me, his eyes intent on my face. “Yeah?” He listened and his jaw tightened, but there was no other outward sign of emotion. “The Italians are trying to fuck us over.”

The Italians? His voice was different. I knew an Irish accent when I heard one.

Fear slammed through me.

He listened some more, then his gaze dipped to my mouth and back up. “I have eyes on her.” Another beat. “Done.” Then he hung up.

No, this couldn’t be happening. “Oh god, you work for my father, don’t you?” My pulse sped faster, but for a different reason now.

“No. Now get changed, unless you want to leave here in your soaked pajamas.”

“Dean—”

“Now, Sophia.”

His voice was hard, emotionless, the Irish accent even stronger. It was like a wall had come up—no, like his facade had come tumbling down. “Who the hell are you?” I demanded.

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