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I wanted to hate the possessive way that he was glaring down at me, but it was sexy as hell. I wriggled in his arms, but he held me easily against him.

“Let me go!” I demanded.

He smirked. “Or what?”

I tried to stomp my heel on histoe, but he shoved me against the door.

“I don’t think so, Princess.”

His mouth took mine in a savage kiss. I should have shoved him away instead of sinking my hands into his hair and pulling him closer.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Sutton

The feelings of rage quickly transformed in lust and passion. I was still angry as fuck with Mark, but my body was clamoring to be closer to him. His hands caged me in against the door as we both fought for dominance of the kiss.

Teeth clashed, and I tasted a faint metallic hint, letting me know that one of us nipped too hard. My tongue tangled with his and I sucked hard, just to remind him what my mouth felt like around his cock.

The groan that slipped from his throat was almost feral. His large hands clamped down on my hips in a punishing grasp and I moaned at the contact. I was hot and aching between my thighs, knowing what I wanted and aware that he was the only man who had ever made me feel this way.

The last thing that I wanted was to be emotionally tied to a man that could never, would never, feel the same way about me. It was self-destruction of the worst kind to continue this tumultuous affair. But I didn’t stop him when he picked me up and carried me over to his massive desk.

I didn’t cry out when he swept everything off of his desk in one broad stroke. My heart was clamoring to escape my chest and my breathing had dissolved into short pants. His hands slid under my skirt and pushed the fabric to my waist as he caressed the silky skin of my thighs.

This was the time I should have stopped him. Mark would never force himself on a woman. But I didn’t, because I was too busy fumbling with the buckle of his belt. He pushed my hands away impatiently and unzipped his slacks, not bothering to unfasten the rest. He was desperate to be inside of me.

I clawed at his chest, grabbing the fabric of his shirt to yank him closer. He grunted when his thighs smacked the edge of his desk. There was a sharp sting on my hip and then I saw him throw something lacy behind him.

“You just ripped off my underwear!”

Of all the times I could have spoken up and this is the inane comment that slipped through my lips. Not my finest moment, to be sure, but the smirk that appeared on his face somehow made my fire burn hotter.

He wrenched my thighs apart and thrust his cock deep inside of me. Although I was ready for him, I was still sore, and I cried out at the invasion. Mark stopped immediately.

“Did I hurt you?” his eyes were intent upon my face.

I knew by the signs of strain that he was struggling not to move. My heart gave a small lurch and I tried to ignore it.

“No,” I panted. “Move, please, Mark, move!”

He didn’t need to be asked again, because he pulled out and pounded back into me. It felt raw and amazing, like nothing I had ever felt before. I thought that the night we had together was beyond incredible, but this…

Words can’t even describe how it felt to have him pounding away inside of me.

“Shit.” It dawned on me why everything felt so amazing. “Condom!”

He stopped, balls deep inside of me—frozen.

I nudged him. “Mark, are you okay?”

He blinked and pulled out of me. His glistening cock was covered in my juices and hard as a rock. Shaking his head, he went to his pants, pulled out his wallet, and grabbed a condom. Something was off though, and I didn’t know what had caused it.

Those thoughts flew out of the window the moment that he slid back inside of me. He still felt incredible, but not as amazing as he had bare. It made me wonder what it would be like to have him cum inside of me.

My pussy clenched, and Mark growled his approval. Pushing my knees back toward my chest, Mark pounded into me at a new angle. He was deep, and I was helpless against the onslaught. The familiar tingling of my release began forming low in my belly.

My desire for him had become larger than life. I needed him deeper, harder, until we were fused together so tightly that I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began.

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