Page 39 of Small Town Beast

“Is that real?” she blurted.

“Is what real?”

“That ice on your wrist.”

“That was my father’s.”

The intrusive thought slipped out. “I should have just robbed you.”

He laughed softly and pushed the hair off her neck. He was obsessed with touching her hair, tugging on it, wrapping it around his thick fingers. Her skin tingled as he rubbed his thumb over a sensitive spot under her ear. “So pretty…” His voice was a murmur, hardly audible.

“What happened to you?” Tanya asked.

“What makes you think something happened to me?”

She touched his burned face. He shifted his weight off her a little, which was a relief, and said quietly, “I’d give the other half of it just to turn back time.”

She felt that way, too. She’d give anything just to go back to the day she brought Amari down to her Mama. What had she been thinking, leaving her son alone with that woman? It was the worst thing she’d ever done.

Tanya’s hands came up and slowly threaded into his thick black hair.Oh Lord…Something deep and primal had started knocking inside her.

“I can help you with the money,” he said. “Whatever you need.”

“Oh…” He was sucking her neck again.

Am I really doing this after he said that shit to me?

“And I’m sorry for hurting you before.”

She had never heard a man apologize for anything. But that didn’t make her any more willing to recreate what had happened two nights ago. Right? She was definitely not aroused by the pressure of his body on top of hers, his thigh digging between her legs, rubbing on her pussy.

“Is that all you want?” She whispered. “Just— laying here like this?”

He slowly pushed her thighs apart. Even through layers of denim she could feel his manhood, and it was hard and heavy as before… thick, insistent. She remembered it pushing inside her. How scared she had been when she realized he was hung like a horse, when he pumped it inside her slowly, getting her prepped for a deep hammering fuck that obliterated her senses. Sex with this man was like standing on top of a train with the wind and the world rushing past her. Exhilarating. Dangerous.

Suddenly she craved it.

And maybe he sensed that, because he grew bolder. He squeezed her titties, rolled them between his big rough hands. Her own hands fell from his shoulders, abandoning their useless mission of pushing him away. She slid deeper into the bed, her legs falling open. He laid heavily on her, squashing and mashed her breasts in hypnotizing circles. “Darlin’…”

Pleasure rocketed through her body as he greedily played with her…But no! She wanted tofighthim, sheshouldfight him! Why did it feel so good to just lay there?

He pushed up her shirt. “You’re so beautiful I can’t stand it,” he murmured, stroking over her navel with a large thumb.

Yes!

He pulled away suddenly, and she could sense a sudden sideways shift in his energy, as if something had just occurred to him. “Did you go back to that place? Were there others?”

“What?”

His voice cut through her confusion with a dangerous edge. “Other men. Did you sell yourself to anyone else?” His hand tensed on her stomach, a hard reminder of his strength.

“No,” she hissed. “I’m never going back there. Not like it’s your business!”

“If I’m having you, you can’t take other men.”

How dare he? She wasn’t planning to take another man,ever, but his high-handed tone pissed her off. Who did he think he was?

“I’m serious. Swear to me right now.”

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