Page 26 of Wicked and Ruthless

“Nash…”

She wanted him to sweep this question under the rug. Not happening. His timing was shitty on purpose. He wasn’t giving her another inch until she answered. “I’m trying to understand, baby. The last thing I want to do is scare you.”

“We’ll talk about this later. Please.”

“We’ll talk about this now.”

Haisley whimpered. “I’m not thinking straight.”

“I know.” So he was more likely to get the truth. “Do your best.”

“I like to be in control, all right? With you…I’m not.”

Exactly what he’d suspected. She dated guys she could take or leave, dudes she could walk all over. That wasn’t him. Never would be. She could deny it all she wanted, but he scared her.

That made them even. She scared the shit out of him, too. Other women he enjoyed but didn’t crave. This one…fuck, she was already in his blood, and he didn’t even know why. Her sassiness? Her challenge? Something else entirely? He’d figure it out.

After he rewarded her honesty and put them both out of their misery.

“Thank you. I’ve got you, baby. You don’t have to be in control with me.”

“I want to be.”

Did she not know who she was sexually? He sure as hell did, and all her saucy one-liners and don’t-give-a-fuck attitude were her defense mechanisms. Deep down, she was a woman built to kneel—but only for the man she trusted.

“With me, you don’t have to. Close your eyes.” He waited until she obeyed. “Exhale. Yes… Now let go and take the rest of me.”

She smiled—until he surged forward, completely burying his cock inside her in one insistent stroke.

“Nash!”

“Oh, fuck, yes. There it is. Every inch of me is stuffed inside you…”

She writhed under him, flushing as he withdrew, then plunged in again, nudging her G-spot with his crest until she gasped. “That’s so good. What are you doing to me?”

Grinning, he did it again. And again. And again, until her mouth gaped open and her cunt clasped him so tight, he had to fight his way inside her.

“How. Do. You. Feel?” He pumped her hard, punctuating every word with a bed-shaking thrust.

“Oh! I’m…I’m going to?—”

“Come,” he snarled. “For me. Now.”

She did, screaming out her pleasure as her body convulsed.

Nash felt his control slipping. He’d wanted Haisley for too long to hold back. Every touch between them was too combustive. The way she gripped him, pulsing and clenching, blew his goddamn mind.

He gave in with a long, hoarse growl, slamming into her with fast, demanding strokes as he relinquished his self-control and gave everything to her.

Nash exploded. Fireworks shot behind his eyes. His head swam. His limbs seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. But the ecstasy… Holy shit, this woman had blazed her way through his restraint and burrowed directly into his soul.

Together, they panted until they recovered. Finally, Haisley opened her eyes, blinking and looking stunned. “What the hell just happened?”

“I don’t know exactly. But I want to do it again.”

As usual, Haisley was a contradiction. Those so-blue eyes of hers teared up, but she grinned. “What are you waiting for?”

Nash rushed to divest himself of the condom and grab another. In seconds, he took her mouth again, losing himself totally in her tangy-sweet kiss, her silky skin, and her soft vulnerability.

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