Page 17 of Filthy Ruck

He went on licking and sucking my clit until I came all the way back down to earth.

Swiping the back of his hand over his mouth, he undid his jeans and pulled out his cock. He knelt beside me and worked himself quickly.

“I'm going to put this inside you,” he said, his voice strained. “But not here. Not like this.” He pumped harder, hips moving hypnotically back and forth.

He let out a low moan and came, squirting cum across my stomach and one of my breasts. Like warm cream, it lay across me, making my skin sticky.

He slumped forward, pumped his cock a couple more times and let it go. “I'm going to come inside you. You're going to take every drop and you're going to thank me for it.”

He lifted his head, his jaw firm. “You belong to me, Chelsea Miller. I'm going to own you. Every centimetre of your body is mine. Every last bit. When the time is right, I'm going to claim you and you're going to scream my name.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Is that so?”

He did his pants back up, lowered himself down onto all fours and crawled up beside me. “It's very much so. You're mine and I'm going to prove that to you.”

He was nothing if not absolutely confident in every word that came out of his mouth. If I wasn't careful, he might convince me. As it was, I didn't let down my guard.

“What about Dallas?” I asked.

Storm's gaze shifted towards the door, then back again. “He'll come around when he has time to calm down. He's…volatile.”

“I noticed that,” I said dryly. “You paid for him to fuck my mouth. Do you usually do that with women you think you own?”

He moved before I could blink, wrapping his hand around my throat.

“I don'tthinkI own you. IknowI own you. I let him fuck you because I wanted him to. I wanted to watch you. I want to watch him do it again. Some of the others…” He trailed off. Whatever he was thinking, he seemed to like the idea.

“I'm not your fuck toy,” I told him.

His hand around my throat shouldn't have felt arousing, but it did. At the same time, I was ready to knee him in the groin. If he thought I was some kind of shrinking violet who couldn't look after herself, he needed to think again. I could hurt him in ways he couldn't even imagine. All without breaking a sweat.

He laughed, short and dark. “Sweetheart, that's exactly what you are. My fuck toy. Maybe I should pay to fuck you.” He leaned in and whispered, “Maybe I should buy you.” He pinched my nipple with his spare hand.

I whispered back, “You couldn't afford me.”

He rolled us over until he was lying with his body on top of mine and smiled. “Then I'll take you.”

Before I could respond, he rolled off the bed and stood. “I'll see you at work tomorrow.” He took a long, lingering look at my body before opening the door and stepping out of the room.

Chapter Eight

Chelsea

Doctor Stuart glanced appraisinglyat me as I stepped through the door. One greyed eyebrow was cocked with a hint of concern.

“Late night cramming for exams,” I explained. No amount of makeup could cover the weary look in my eyes, worse luck.

He nodded, apparently taking my words as the truth. Being exhausted was a common state of being for students doing practical training. Essays and exam study didn't stop because we were out working in our fields.

“Right, well, we have several physicals to work through this morning. Standard preseason checks to make sure the players are in form to play.” He waved at the screen in front of him. “This process will take a few days, but we have to be absolutely certain to cover everything.”

Of course we did. If we missed anything now, the players could suffer. At best, we could lose our jobs. At worst, they could worsen an existing injury, and we'd be sued for negligence. As one of my university lecturers used to say, “Meticulous, meticulous, meticulous.” Us students used to mimic him, but he wasn't wrong.

“Great,” I said with my perky demeanour firmly in place. “Who do we have first?”

Please say it's not Storm or Dallas.

I wasn't ready to face either of them. I didn'tthinkthey'd tell the team what I did at night, but shit could get awkward really fast. Having to perform a physical on a man who thought he owned me, was about as awkward as things could get. Not to mention seeing one who was ashamed of having been intimate with me.

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