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“Am I going to dowhat?” he inquired, a look of astonishment shrouding his face.

“Are you going to reimburse the man for the room you just stole? It’s the least you could do since you also stolemefrom him,” I said.

He scoffed, “First of all, how the FUCK can I steal what’s mine? Second, why the FUCK would I reimburse a man for a room he was going to use to eat a pussy that belongs to me?”

The elevator doors opened, and as he pulled me inside it, I offered, “Bo, he didn’t know about you.”

“And now he does.”

I snatched my gaze from him, fixing my eyes on the now closed elevator doors as the car began to ascend. When we arrived on one of the higher floors, I looked at him to find his eyes pasted to me.

“He got a suite?” I queried.

The asshole smirked. “Hell no. I got one once I knew you were here. This shit?” He held up Evan’s key card. “It’s for one of the regular rooms. Probably stub your toe on the bed frame the second you enter the room, and you were planning to give that cheap motherfucker some of that good-ass pussy of yours.” He sucked his teeth and added, “Damn shame.”

I rolled my eyes and followed him out the box, a few steps down the hallway, and into Suite 1628. He damn near jerked me inside, the door still closing when his arms enveloped me and his lips met my neck. A moan left his mouth as he kissed that sensitive spot just above my collarbone, and that sound led to my rapid undoing. There was just something about hearing that level of vulnerability from a monster because in truth, that was what he was. Hell, Bo Pierce was the boogeyman in the flesh, a night terror, and a real-life Freddy Krueger all rolled into one,but right now and in this moment as he held me close to his body, I could feel his heart racing, his breathing harsh with need…for me.

“I fucking missed you,” he growled as he lifted his head, his mouth finding mine in an oxygen depleting kiss that burned hot and slow.

Any response I had to offer was muted by the tongue play we engaged in, my own heart pounding with anticipation of what I knew was to come.

He kissed me so deeply that I felt lightheaded in a wonderful, blissful way. Once our mouths parted, I sighed then gasped when he stepped backward a bit, reaching for my nice, very expensive Nina Rapport blouse and ripping it until it hung from me in tatters. Moments later, I was on my knees in the gorgeous bed in that luxurious suite, my clothes on the floor in a pile of ruined fabric. I was practically whining with need, my body vibrating as I waited for my tormentor to fuck me like only he could. He loved making me wait. He got a kick out of torturing me.

Ireallyhated this man.

The bed dipped with his weight as he positioned himself behind me, his hands grasping my hips as the head of his thick dick pressed against the opening of my hungry pussy.

“Bo…” I whined.

He slid his right hand up my back to my hair, grabbing a handful of it as he eased inside me, almost making my entire body collapse onto the mattress. He retreated, and this time, plowed into me with enough force to move me up the bed while causing me to smile.

I’ddefinitelypissed him off.

“You like this, don’t you?” he grunted as he punished meandmy pussy. “You like pissing me off and making me fuck the shit out of you! You enjoy it, don’t you?”

“Ohhhhh, fuck!” I wailed.

He tightened his grip on my hair, yanking my head backwardhard. “Answer me, King!”

“Fuck you! I ain’t answering shit!” I spat.

“Oh? You’re not?” he asked as he slammed into me.

“Hell. Noooooo!”

“Okay.” He punctuated that one-word statement with a punitive thrust that almost sent me into the headboard. He fucked me and fucked me and fucked me, not bothering to stop or ease up even as I screamed my way through a mind-numbing orgasm, and when he hit his peak, he crowded my body, hissing into my ear, “Stop playing like this pussy ain’t mine before someone gets deleted out this bitch.”

Drowsy sex wasthe best sex, especially with this asshole. Neither of us had recovered from last night. Plus, neither of us slept well in hotels—side effects of our lifestyles and professions. So, groggy didn’t come close to describing our current condition as I lay on my back and watched him close his heavy-lidded eyes while sliding inside me and gripping the pillow beneath my head. Closing my own bleary eyes, I fought not to cry out because this? This slow-stroking shit he was doing? It felt too good and too intimate and too real, but there was nothing good or intimate or real about me fucking Bo. It was business, and honestly, it would only ever be business since I despised him, and he didn’t give half a fuck about me outside of a bed.

But damn did he feel like heaven.

When I opened my eyes, I found his fixed on my face, something unsettling in them as he lowered his head to kiss me while continuing to deliver measured strokes. Ending the kiss,he stared at me again, that same look in his eyes. I didn’t like this shit. Not at all.

So, I murmured, “The fuck are you looking at me like that for?”

His eyes narrowed as he eased back and plowed into me so hard that my titties bounced, smacking against my chin.

Yeah, I thought,that’s more like it.

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