Page 93 of Brutal Ice

“Sweetheart, you’re fucking steel beneath silk. Without you, I’m the one who is weak.” Royal kissed her again. A deep, drugging kiss. His hands still held her wrists, but she fought that grip because she needed to touch him.

Desperation and desire warred inside of her. Her body seemed to be ripping apart. Her heart raced. Her breath heaved, and her legs had fallen open so that she straddled him. The thick length of his dick pushed against her, and her hips arched and rocked hard against him.

Oblivion. That was what she wanted.

She wanted to stop seeing Simone’s bloody body when she closed her eyes.

And when her eyes were open.

She wanted to stop seeing the bastard in the night vision goggles as he ran toward her. And that knife…that big, sharp knife…

“Fuck me,” she whispered to Royal.

Right then. Right there.

She didn’t care if it was wrong. Everything was wrong around her. She needed to feel him and the pleasure he gave her. Her body was too tight and tense and everything was shattering around her. “Royal, fuck me.” Make the pain stop. Take it all away. Please.

“Like you have to ask.” A savage growl against her mouth. He lifted her up. Just for a moment. She twisted onto the seat near him and kicked off the borrowed sweats, her underwear, and shoes. Still with the donated t-shirt covering her upper body, she climbed back on him.

Royal had shoved his garish orange pants down. When she straddled him again, she pushed eagerly toward the cock that shoved up against her.

“Baby, slow…”

“No.” No slow. She pushed down hard.

He sank in completely.

Her body fought him at first. One quick flash of pain as he stretched her.

“You weren’t ready…fuck.”

Her breath came faster. His hands were fierce clamps around her waist, preventing her from rising and arching against him. He held her prisoner, and she was acutely conscious of every thick inch of him within her.

Every thick, bare inch of him.

They both seemed to have that realization at once. Bare.

His head whipped up. He stared straight into her eyes. His nostrils flared. The gold in his gaze seemed to swallow the green and brown. His face went even more savage. “Tell me to stop.”

“Fuck me,” she said instead.

“Violet…”

She squirmed against his hold, but he held her too tightly. “Fuck. Me.”

“Shouldn’t…” Royal gritted.

“Yes.” He most definitely should. She kissed him. Stroked her tongue against his. “I want you. This way. Any way.” Violet needed this. Him. Didn’t he understand? “Royal, don’t make me beg.”

“Never.”

And he was lifting her up. Pulling her down. Driving his heavy cock into her and making her moan and thrash against him. He kissed her and took her and the pounding of their bodies was wild and hard.

One of his strong hands remained locked on her hip. The other slid between them. Demanding, he stroked her clit. Pushed her straight to her orgasm even as his cock shoved ever deeper into her.

A wild cry broke from her but was swallowed by his mouth. The release blew through every cell in Violet’s body, and then she felt him coming. Powerful jets inside of her that just seemed to make her own release stretch and stretch as her core contracted greedily around him.

His mouth broke from hers.

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