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Yet the bad man inside of me wanted to consume every inch of her.

Making the kiss painful and bloody.

Fucking her until she screamed like a wild animal.

Tasting her sweet pussy, driving her wild from the use of a thick dildo.

And spanking her bottom until it was red and hot, keeping it that way for days at a time.

The thoughts were filthy and wonderful, fueling the fire even more. I was brutal in my actions, unforgivingly driving her close to the edge of sweet nirvana then backing off.

She tossed her head back and forth, moaning as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Only moments later, her body started to convulse, her mouth twisting when I finally allowed her to rush toward ecstasy.

“Come for me, sweet angel.”

“It’s too much,” she murmured.

“Do it. Now!”

I wasn’t certain if she was playing, teasing me by following my command without hesitation, but as she erupted, the clench and release of her muscles pulling my cock even deeper inside, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to last but for so long.

Yet I couldn’t seem to stop driving her against the wall as she moaned and writhed in my hold. Her eyes were dilated, her whimpers driving me crazy. I couldn’t seem to help myself, wrapping one hand around her throat, pressing my thumb under her jaw and lifting.

This time, there was no terror in her eyes or on her face, just a knowing look as if she was the one getting the better of me. Her pants became exasperated, her pert pink tongue swiping her bottom lip more than once. The sexy gesture finally had me drop my head, taking her tongue into my mouth and sucking.

Now she squealed in my tight hold, balling her fists and smashing them against my chest. She was so tiny in comparison to my six-foot five-inch frame, but her strikes were surprisingly strong. Even though I held her life in my hand, easily able to snap her neck if I should so desire, she was determined not to allow me but so much control.

I respected and hungered for her even more.

The brutal plunging continued until the heat of the moment as well as the steam now filling the bathroom finally got to me. I was dripping from sweat, my entire body pushed to the point of needing a cold shower.

I dug my fingers into her long throat, lowering my head until I was able to whisper in her ear. “You are perfect in every way but never fake being asleep again. Never.”

Her body tensed more than it had been before, her breath skipping but the moment she added pressure to her pussy muscles, clamping down like a tight vise, I forgot all thoughts of chastisement, the pleasure that intense.

In the next few seconds, I finally allowed myself to erupt deep inside.

It hadn’t taken using my whip, marking her body with welts. It hadn’t taken chaining her to a wall or to my bed to be able to find satisfaction.

It had simply been because of her touch.

My feisty little sparrow had more power than she realized.

Shame on me.

CHAPTER 17

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”

—Martin Luther King Jr.

Emily

What I should feel for Talon was all hate and disgust. Or so I’d thought. I wasn’t foolish enough to think I could ever look past his darkness or the acts he’d performed from murder to abduction, but the man was confounding in every way. Usually, when I looked into his eyes, there was nothing there but a cold need to murder.

But when he looked into my eyes, it was as if a light switch had gone off. As if he was willing to give all of himself to make our damning situation work.

Of course I was as insane as he was if I truly believed he could be trusted or even consider he had any decency left in him. That simply wasn’t possible. He’d committed too many murders, had likely kidnapped dozens of women for his brutal playtime. I was acting as if I knew anything about him other than the dangerous moniker he used and the fact he appreciated hearing me play.

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