Page 66 of Unlawful Seduction

The moment I pushed the tip past my swollen folds, he took control, thrusting the entire length inside of me.

“Oh. Oh!” I was shocked at the intensity of the electric current racing through me, igniting every cell. My blood pumped wildly as he pulled almost all the way out, slamming into me again.

He planted both palms on the table, able to observe my facial expressions. As he plunged deep inside, thrusting hard and fast, my breath was stolen, my mind a huge blur. I clung to him, the force he was using brutal enough something else crashed to the floor, the jarring effect only adding to the building desire.

Growling, the sound savage in nature, he never blinked as he watched me, his eyes darkening. The pleasure became so intense, I was thrown into a fog, but within seconds, an orgasm rushed into my system. I wanted so much to be able to read his thoughts, but he remained an enigma.

The man was closed off, his emotions locked down. Just like mine.

I couldn’t believe the way my body was responding. It was as if I was his little puppet and he was playing me perfectly. Every tingle, every moan I whispered he owned.

His smile proved it.

I locked eyes with his as the climax exploded, surprised by the wry smile crossing his face. Unable to hold back any longer, the wave of rapture spilled over me, encompassing every inch of my body.

“Yes. Yes!” I tossed my head back and forth, gasping for air as the explosive moment charged through me.

Beckett continued pumping, yet he’d slowed his rhythm, drawing the single climax into a second. Then a third. I lolled my head, unable to keep from moaning softly. When my body finallystopped shaking, I realized I was purring like a cat, completely and utterly satisfied. I was blown away as he pressed kisses against one cheek then the other, dragging his tongue across my jawline then to my lips.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” he whispered before nipping my earlobe.

I was lost in the moment of ecstasy, trying to comprehend what he was saying.

My mind was slow to react as he moved off the table, but when a cold chill shifted down my spine, I reached for him, the ugly realization he’d crawled off the table disturbing.

He took several deep breaths before snapping his hand around my ankle, jerking me down then off the table, flipping me over the edge.

“Oh. God. Yes, I…” Nothing I said made any sense. I clawed at the surface, struggling to catch my breath, shuddering when he rolled his fingers all the way down my spine. When he slid a single finger down the crack of my ass, another whimper escaped my mouth.

“Now, I fuck you in your tight little ass.”

His tone was even more gravelly, his hot breath adding gasoline to the raging fire. He fisted my hair, yanking until my head was pulled off the table. Then he rammed his cock inside, my pussy muscles clenching and releasing immediately as they stretched to accommodate his girth.

I was shocked at the difference, the man pounding into me like a wild beast, my body turning into a ragdoll.

He didn’t stop, the force he used shoving my waist against the edge of the table. My breathing came in pants, my heart thudding to the point echoes were in my ears. Every grunt and growl he issued pushed me further into a rush of euphoria, the sound of skin slapping against skin replacing the music. Somehow, the noise made from our carnal fucking was even sweeter.

Every action he took was predatory, the brutal nature of our coupling what fantasies were made of.

He slowed his actions and I found myself bucking against him. Hungering for more.

Needing more.

His chuckle sent another thrill through me and when he pulled his cock free, smacking my bottom with it, I dug my fingers into the table. He was prepared to make good on his promise.

I cinched my eyes shut as he toyed with my asshole, rolling his thumb around the tight enclosure. When he finally pressed it inside, I pushed up from the table.

There wasn’t pain, but the discomfort was unnerving. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

But dear God, I wanted it to almost more than anything. As if I’d waited my entire life for a man to claim me in every hole.

His exhale was deep and raspy. “My good little doctor. Are you eager for me?”

“Yes.” How could I lie? He’d awakened something I prayed would never return to its prison.

He patted my bottom before placing the tip of his cock against my asshole. I felt every muscle in my body tense, the anticipation adding to the rush of adrenaline. Yes, I’d been fucked in the ass before, but the experience hadn’t been satisfying in the least. But with this man, I knew his control also meant care and gentleness when needed, pure and very raw roughness when required. I wasn’t afraid. In fact, as strange as it might sound later, I trusted the man.

With more than just my sex.

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