Page 63 of Legacy

“You asshole,” she cried out and bucked, only staying on the armrest because I held her in place. “Eli. This isn’t right.”

“Of course it isn’t.” I circled her clit with my thumb, and her pussy quivered with tiny spasms. “If you want to come, say it.”

She gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes tight, notsaying anything. She was fucking beautiful, so lost in her torment—her face flushed and tinged with sweat.

“From that first dinner, you knew. That’s why you fought me so hard.”

“Shut up, Eli. You don’t know anything.” She shook her head, and then she cried out as I withdrew from her body, leaving her empty. “No, please, don’t do this.”

I fisted my cock at the base as it screamed at me to slam into her. Fucking bastard wanted to screw her senseless until she accepted reality. But that wasn’t the way to get her compliance.

She slid from the sofa, reaching for me, except I moved to face her and tumbled her onto her back with my body caging hers.

She gasped in shallow breaths as a crease formed between her brows and a calculating gleam passed through her emerald eyes.

I smirked and said, “Don’t even try it. You’re strong, but you can’t take me on. Plus, you want my cock in you. You’re desperate for it. So punching me defeats the purpose of your goal.”

“You’re just as desperate.” She moved to grab hold of my straining dick, but I captured her hands and pinned them to the sides of her head.

Then using my knees, I forced her thighs apart and positioned the head of my erection between the lips of her dripping sex and to the opening of her pussy.

It took all my will not to plunge deep inside her. She was so fucking wet, and warm, and inviting.

I ran my fingers over her cheek and down her throat while holding her gaze. “Give me what I want, and I will do everything possible to ensure your plan succeeds.”

Her lips trembled, and I leaned down to bite them.

“Do we have a deal, Avra?”

I glided my palm lower, along the side of her body to cup her breast, and pinched her puckered nipples. She moaned and then whimpered at the pleasure-filled sting of it.

“I’ve only had my sisters?—”

“Now you have me,” I said, cutting her off.

She nodded. “Yes.”

That one word sent a surge of adrenaline into me, and I allowed my cock to push in farther but not enough for any form of actual penetration.

“Yes, what? I want you to say it. This way, there is no mistaking what we are discussing.”

She lifted her pelvis a fraction. “I’m yours. You have a deal.”

“You’re fucking right it’s a deal.” I drove into her with one hard thrust, seating myself to the hilt.

“Eli,” she called my name and arched up against me.

Releasing her hands, I threaded my fingers into her hair, angling her head to take her mouth. Our tongues dueled and tasted as I pistoned in and out of her.

I fucked her like a man possessed.

Out of nowhere, her cunt clamped down on me as she rocked into orgasm. She scored my back, tearing my flesh with her nails.

The woman and her fucking need to draw blood.

She pulsed around me, flexing and contracting.

Her moans and mewls rang out like a symphony, and I knew I’d never tire of hearing her lost in need this way.

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