Page 67 of Unlawful Seduction

Was that possible with what I knew about him?

He took his time pressing an inch at a time inside, allowing me to get used to his huge size. His breathing remained as ragged as mine, the pulsing rhythm only challenged by his occasional guttural growl. The man was truly primal in nature.

Another wave of discomfort shifted into a moment of pain, but the second my muscles started to relax, sheer pleasure took over. He pushed another two inches inside, even taking a few seconds to roll his fingers up and down my spine.

I was suddenly drifting into a moment of bliss that was entirely different than before. No longer was I clutching the table. I eased down, pressing my face against the cool surface and opening my legs even wider.

Offering all of myself to him.

He responded by driving the last of his cock inside, roaring in appreciation as soon as he did. We were both shaking, both gasping for air.

And both of us were sweating. I’d seen beads of perspiration on his face and chest. I felt it along my upper lip.

As soon as I pushed up from the table, he wrapped his arm around my neck, holding me in place as he methodically fucked my darkest hole. The feeling of his hot breath on my skin was delightful, creating a wave of goosebumps.

The man was possessive in every action he took from the way he’d challenged me on the side of the road to the method he’d used in saving my life. This was even more powerful, his entire body oozing strength.

I was lulled into a sweet moment of ravishment, my back arched so I could meet every brutal thrust.

“So beautiful. So vulnerable.”

His words caused me to laugh. “I’m much stronger than you think.”

“Of that I have no doubt. As I said… dangerous.” He nuzzled into my neck, tightening his hold on it as he fucked me. There was a strange level of peace to what he was doing, an understanding shifting between us.

Whatever this was would soon become a distant memory, but one that would last for years to come. Perhaps it would be sad or even morbid to think about, but it was our reality. Everything about the experience was memorable, including his savage sounds as he slapped his groin against me. We were both out of breath and I could feel him straining, struggling to hold on. His stamina was incredible, a man determined to finish what he started.

As the passion continued to roar between us, I could feel myself letting go, surrendering if only for this magical moment in time. Somehow, I knew this was just the beginning.

This wasn’t just about molding me.

This was about breaking me until I was prepared to surrender.

When I sensed he was ready to come, I squeezed my muscles and closed my eyes, smiling as beads of perspiration trickled to the table. My mother had warned me about playing dangerous games. What I’d come to realize was that the one he’d created wasn’t just risky.

It was going to be treacherous.

But it had nothing to do with the danger we’d faced or could in the future.

It had to do with the connection we shared, chemistry that refused to be denied.

What would happen when the dark cravings could no longer be satisfied?

CHAPTER 17

Beckett

The jingling sound was one I knew well. Jax was awake and enjoying attention.

He romped into the kitchen first, issuing a single bark as if requiring me to acknowledge his arrival.

“Traitor,” I told him as I grinned. He’d spent a second night with Mallory, using her pillow as his own. I’d known.

I’d checked on both.

More than once.

Mallory walked into the kitchen, immediately taking a deep breath. “Coffee. The liquid of the gods.”

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