Page 22 of Bitter Heat

“Being a Hennessy.”

“You are a Hennessy.”

“Not a true one. I can’t wear the dresses everyone would expect me to wear without showing a tattoo. I did it purposely. I don’t care anymore.” She sighed as he gripped her hips and pressed the head of his cock against her. “I stopped playing the game and got out. I’m a nobody now.”

“You’ll always be a Hennessy and therefore newsworthy.”

She moaned into her pillow as he invaded. Though swollen and raw, she was still hungry for more. He awakened something greedy and uncivilized that would never be sated. No one had been able to fulfill her dark needs, so she would take as much as she could get. Once they left here, she would go back to nothing.

“Sore?” he asked against her ear.

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

He pushed through her inflamed folds, forcing her face into the pillow.

“Tell me you like this.”

“I do,” she said through clenched teeth.

“You crave it?”

“Yes,” she gasped as he fucked her forward.

He hauled her back onto his cock, and her toes curled. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked as he changed position, drilling down and making her eyes cross.

“No one will ever give it to you the way you need it.”

When he bit her neck again, she cried out as he pumped his hips. He released her hair and grabbed her by the shoulders to hold her in place as he fucked her. She squirmed beneath him and fell flat on her stomach when he came and used his considerable strength to lodge himself as deep as possible. He panted into her hair before he dropped his face beside hers.

Her body was a trembling, throbbing mess, but it felt damn good. It had been years since she had been so thoroughly wrecked. Her eyes drooped when he rolled off her. She moaned in sleepy complaint as he pulled her against his chest and spooned her from behind.

“You feed my demons,” he rasped.

“You created mine.”

He introduced her to the darker spectrum of sex, and she’d taken to it with boundless enthusiasm and ease. Being used soothed something broken and lost inside her.

His hand coasted over her body, and she arched lazily into his touch. She let her mind float in this alternate universe. There was no time here, no consequences. Only the basic needs of pleasure, hunger, and warmth.

“I always wondered what I’d do when I caught up with you,” he said as he stroked her skin. “You never do what I expect.”

“Good. I wouldn’t want anyone to think they have me pegged.”

His hand splayed over her stomach. “You never remarried.”

“No.”

He kissed the side of her neck. “I’m sure you had offers.”

“Sure.” Being a Hennessy, even an illegitimate one, ensured an endless supply of suitors wanting to get their hands on her father’s money.

“Why didn’t you?”

“They want my name, not me.”

“You think so?”

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