Page 71 of Oh, Hell No

“I hadn’t been prepared for how strong the pull would be when our eyes locked at that festival. I realized then that I couldn’t give you any more time. I wasn’t going to be able to stay away.”

His thumb gently caressed my cheek. “I’m not a good guy. I do things that you wouldn’t like. I live a life that is hard for many to accept. There is a dark side to me that’s levels in hell worse than what you saw of me in that basement. But it won’t touch you. All I want to do is protect you and fuck you as much as I possibly can.”

I let out a surprised laugh, and he smirked.

“I lay myself bare like that, and you laugh?” There was a teasing tone in his husky voice.

“The fuck part,” I said. “It was unexpected.”

He dropped his gaze, then lifted it back up, looking at me through those lashes of his. “The long, hard thing in my jeans pressing against your cunt right now is my cock, darlin’.”

I laughed again. I felt light. The heavy ache I’d been carrying around earlier was gone. I couldn’t remember being happier. He liked me. He had feelings for me. I had made the sexy playboy feel something.

“Are you clear now? This isn’t a fling. Your pretty legs onlyspread for me. Understood?”

Oh sweet Lord. Yes, please.

I nodded.

“Don’t flirt with anyone either or allow them to get too close to you. It will end badly.”

“End badly?”

His expression went dark. No trace of a teasing glint in his eyes. “That’s not a joke, Winslet,” he said, jerking me forward and rocking his rigid length against me. “Don’t make me do something that would upset you.”

My hands grabbed his biceps as he pressed into me again. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. I was one hundred percent positive that I could forgive him anything. That was a weakness I just had to accept.

“This is mine,” he growled out, his fingers digging into the plump flesh and squeezing.

I nodded. I’d agree to anything when he looked at me like that. I wanted to be his. I had never felt as if I belonged to anyone. And I wanted to belong to him.

His mouth came down to cover mine, causing me to moan with pleasure, need, the ache only he caused. He kissed me hard and deep, flicking the metal expertly. He made the world fade away until there was nothing but us.

I lifted my hands as he took the hem of my shirt and broke the kiss to pull it over my head and drop it to the counter. The quick removal of my bra while he licked and nuzzled my neck was impressive. When both his hands covered my breasts and squeezed hard, I let out a cry.

“I don’t want to fuck you for the first time on a kitchen counter,” he said, sliding his hands under my butt again and lifting me.

I wrapped my legs around him, and he began walking us toward the bedroom. He ducked his head to pull a nipple into hismouth and sucked.

How many times had I imagined this man in my bed? Countless.

He put me down on the bed and jerked his shirt off, then removed his pants. Although it was entirely too quick, I savored every moment of it, burning it into my memory. There wasn’t an inch of the man that wasn’t hard, toned, and sculpted. I lay back as he grabbed the waist of my pajama shorts and took them, along with my panties, in one fluid motion. Then, he paused and stared down at me for a moment. My eyes moved slowly down his chest to his thick, swollen erection that jutted up, looking a little intimidating.

Oz moved over me, and I opened my legs, my eyes swinging back up to lock with his. The wide, round head pressed against my entrance, and he let out a low, deep groan.

“Fuck, you’re dripping wet.”

Yes, well, he had that effect on me. I was also panting with ache and anticipation.

“I know I said I wanted to protect you,” he said as he clenched his teeth, “but that doesn’t apply to my cock. I want to slam into this pussy and fuck you like an animal.”

I lifted my hips, shuddering as my body pulsed with longing. “Yes, please,” I breathed.

His eyes darkened, and he let out a curse that vibrated from his chest like a growl. He entered me exactly like he’d warned, causing the headboard to knock against the wall so hard that I heard something fall from the wall—not that I cared.

“FUUUUUCK! That little pussy is tight.”

He reached down and grabbed the back of my head, fisting my hair in his hand. He pulled me toward him as he began to pump into me, stretching me, hitting a spot deep inside that sent jolts of added pleasure through my body. I shook each time, crying out from the new sensation.

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