Page 28 of Meaner Than Evil

But he’s a beast!

I slam my eyes shut tight against the vision of that body. Beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe it. Perfection is more accurate. The testosterone emitting from him is fivefold more than anyone else I’ve ever met, including Jack.

I hear the man’s bare feet on the marble floor as he approaches the bed.

NO…. PLEASE, NO…. I hold my words inside my head. I won’t give Luis the satisfaction of hearing me beg.

Then the chain begins to lower, and I shift my weight to sit down on the bed. The mattress under me rises as the tattooed man climbs on to join me.

My ears listen for him to approach.

My skin waits to feel his touch.

My nose examines each breath to smell his scent.

I lick my lips in anticipation of his kiss.

But I deny my eyes that sight again.

Claudia advised me to be completely submissive. “Many men will not beat you or hurt you if you don’t resist.”

Although I don’t want to be a coward, I’m not stupid either. Fighting a man like this could mean death. And though I don’t want the life I’ve been sold into; I do want to live. I have to give Jack more time. He will find me. I’m sure of it.

My skin feels the heat emitting from his body first. Then my ears hear his breath, moments before my nose inhales his musk. I feel the pressure of his hands on the cuffs and then hear the key unlocking me. He tosses the restraints off the bed, but I stay frozen to the spot with no useless thoughts of fleeing, only thoughts of surviving.

The back of his hand traces down my face, and I realize he’s wiping away my tears. Claudia said some of them were very gentle, and you couldn’t tell which ones would be just by looking at them. Maybe this badass is one of those guys.

I hang my head, and he lifts it by my chin. His touch is strong, and I feel him emitting strength into me. I brace myself for what I sense is coming, and I’m right. I feel his warm essence wash over my face as he closes the distance to kiss me. I hear his lips part just before they touch mine.

I try to focus on Jack’s face and our memories together, but this man is too alpha to shut out. His aura overwhelms everything else. It is like time has stood still, and there is only he and I.

NO…. PLEASE, NO…. I don’t want to forget Jack.

But then his lips touch mine, and Jack vanishes. This alpha, this thug, this evil man sends my senses into a whirling storm of want and need, and I can’t control my reaction. I melt with desire for him. I want him, yet I’m disgusted by my response. Shame fills me as I inexplicably surrender to his will. His thumb strokes my cheek as his tongue enters my mouth, and my submission is total as I open my mouth and part my teeth to receive him. Tears pour out of my eyes with my illogical response to his kiss.

His tongue thrusts inside my mouth, and in this moment, I’m thankful to be alive, letting go of all the guilt of wanting to live. My hands slide up his powerful arms as he hovers in front of me. The hardness of his flexed muscles satisfies the tingling in my palms. I tilt my face up to receive all of his kiss as my hands slip around his neck, and I slowly lean back to lie on the bed, pulling him down with me to lay on top of me.

He walks his body over mine, following me down, then he presses his hardness against my softness, and the heat of him scorches my skin and sears my soul. His kiss becomes hungry, possessive, and my passion rises to match his.

He breaks free of our kiss, only to bury his face into my mass of tangled hair, where he takes a deep breath, then blows into my ear.

Umm, Jack used to do that.

Jack! My love!

I feel the tears of betrayal now slide out of my eyes and down my cheek to my neck as he places his lips there to kiss. When he tastes the salt of them, his lips lay little light butterfly kisses back up the trail, then to my lips. He kisses me deeply until I have forgotten about Jack again.

This man … this horrid person … this thug owns me. I am bought and paid for.

But … his tongue thrusts down my throat, and he tastes so fucking good.

My God, he is even owning me.

I arch my back, pushing my tits into his chest, begging him to give them his attention. His big, calloused hand cups it, then his fingers twist the taut tips, sending a splash of pleasure straight to my clit. I moan like the whore I am, wanting his cock to satisfy the aching need between my legs.

His hand slips over my skin to check my wetness, and when he arrives, I moan again as he strokes my clit, causing my hips to rise, begging him to insert his fingers. When they slip easily inside me, a low throaty moan vibrates in his throat, and it is sexy as fuck.

His tongue retreats from my mouth, and he stares down at me. I can smell his sweet hot breath and feel his passion blowing over my face as his knee moves between mine and he enters the zone. With the first fulfilling, deep, and satisfying thrust, he bottoms outs, jarring my whole body with the force of the penetration.He speaks out loud for the first time. “I’m going to hammer you home.”

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