Page 54 of His Dark Hunger

She clenched at the dark scene his words painted, aware of her nipples beading beneath her blouse. “Whatever you want, sir.”

She didn’t especially welcome the prospect of Kyle’s driver, or even the new gardener he’d hired, discovering her semi-naked as he fucked her over the antique table, but secretly, she was captivated by the idea. Consenting to be his meant submitting to his will—however perverted it might be. That was what made the man so sexy.

“Good answer.” His lips curled as he rose to his full height and gently jerked her to her feet with him. “Why not, then?”

Dark eyebrow cocking, as though Kyle was daring her to answer, he acted before she could even contemplate a reply. He dragged her the short distance to the table, bending her over the ancient wood and holding her down as he smacked her right cheek. The sound of the slap echoed around the space, elevating her already accelerating pulse.

“I want you out of those clothes.” His words were almost lost over the noise of the crack to her left cheek. “Now.”

“Yes, sir.”

She moved as soon as his hand relented, shuffling her clothing to her ankles before shaking it free from her altogether. Resting her palms on the aged wood, she hoped it could withstand the pressure as she edged her feet apart.

“Good girl.”

His hand pressed on her back, pushing her down, and by the time she glanced back, she noticed his eager cock already in his hand. The sight of him was temptation itself. Dressed in his expensive suit, with his dark hair falling past his expressive eyes, he was utterly gorgeous.

“Sir.” She didn’t know what she was asking for as her desperate tone reverberated. Did she want him to take her somewhere more private to claim her, or, as she suspected, was she only frantic for him to bang her in the entrance to his impressive house and damn the consequences? “Please.”

“Baby.” He nudged her feet wider as his cock slid between her cheeks. “Patience. You’re going to get what you want.”

Pressing her elbows against the cold wood, she had no doubt about that.

“Oh God.” She arched her back, inviting his roaming dick to just glide where she longed for it to be.

At that moment, she couldn’t have cared less if half of the local community had wandered through the door to witness their union. In fact, her tingling clit gave her the distinct impression she might have liked to put on a slutty performance for them. She was the one half-naked while he, ever in control, was still fully dressed. Everything was precisely as it was supposed to be.

“You’re so agitated.” He chuckled, as angling his cock, he finally relented and gave them both what they needed. Sliding deep inside her, he eased slowly away. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“Fuck that!”

Pushing back against him, her lips widened at the exalted sensation. She loved the way he felt inside her. That connection was what she wanted—to be with him—to behis.

“Hey!” he barked, his hips stilling.

One blistering smack to her right cheek sent a shot of hurt whipping through her senses, but rather than disconcert, the pain only amplified her need.

“Jesus!” The hurt was so good, ricocheting around her ass until it settled in her core. “Yes, sir.”

She flung her head back, hoping he’d understand the unspoken cue and take control, but she needn’t have worried. The man was practically a telepath, and grasping her hair, he did precisely what she wanted and forced her head back to meet him.

“Is that what you want?” He slammed into her, each thrust pushing her sex against the ornamental table and providing the most delectable friction.

“Yes.” She smacked her palm against the wood to reinforce the point. “Yes, sir!”

“Then, you’ve got it.”

His pace increased, as though screwing her into oblivion had become his new priority. Amy yielded to the frenzy, permitting herself to get lost in the passion. With the intensity burgeoning, his every lunge was pivotal, each one nudging her closer to the glorious end game.

All she knew was how good it was, how much she wanted him, and how close she was to unraveling. When his hand relaxed in her hair, she was vaguely aware of folding over thetable. She pressed her face and the top half of her body onto the cold surface and clung on for dear life—hoping it was capable of bearing their weight.

Beyond that, all conscious thought was discarded until the pressure building at her clit finally exploded, catapulting her to the stars.

Chapter Twenty-One

The Truth Beckons

Kyle

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