Page 51 of The Debt Collector

“I love when you laugh.”

He tossed his pants aside and his arousal drew her eyes like a magnet. “That’s my line, lady.” And again, the mix of dark humor and lustful heat was a combination she found incredibly fascinating and arousing. Remaining still, he stood at the edge of her bed, a feral smile on his face and his hard cock in his hand. The slow movement of his hand over its length made her restless and needy. She wasn’t against begging, but teasing was much more interesting.

Parting her legs, she ignored all her shyness and cupped her sex, and wasn’t surprised to feel her fingers getting wetter by the minute. When he crawled on the bed and caught her thighs to pull her to him, Tessa knew the time for playing was over.

Her butt on the edge of the bed, his beautiful cock poised at her entrance, she licked her lips as she locked gazes with him. Only then did he slowly push inside her, inch by inch. The way she felt stretched was divine and she wanted more, now. However, no matter how she tilted her pelvis or moaned, he didn’t divert from his course of action.

“Instead of fighting me, put your hands on your beautiful breasts for me.”

Her hands slid over her stomach but stopped short of their destination. Locke gave her a dark look. “I think I liked you better when you obeyed everything I said.”

“I like obeying too, but you haven’t answered my question. What’s your first name?”

He went to answer when she squeezed his cock hard and he clenched his jaw. The sensation was a little too pleasurable, and she did it again just as he opened his mouth. The menacing growl he emitted was counteracted by him plunging deep inside her. Her body reacted, and she grabbed her breasts, arching to meet him.

Tessa watched him through half-closed lids, her hands tugging at her nipples, her breath caught in her lungs, at the sensations he was giving her. Seeing him standing between her legs, muscles bunching and a slight sweat covering his golden skin, her mouth watered, wanting to taste him, but she was his willing prisoner right now.

The pulsing of his cock inside her heat was pushing her inexorably toward orgasm, but not fast enough. Impatient to reach that delicious precipice, she went to touch her clit, but he pushed her hand away, replacing it with his rough, demanding digits.

He must have sensed she was about to fall over the edge, because in an instant her core was clenching at nothing, her body screaming at this sudden denial of what she’d fantasized so much about.

The loss of contact was only for a second as he caught her arm and pulled her up, taking her mouth once more. His hands were brutal, almost bruising, but she didn’t care, needing him as he truly was.

Locke licked at her sweating skin, his teeth ravishing her breasts, with the same vicious lust, until he sat on the bed. Tessa’s legs faltered. She was about to straddle his thighs when he turned her around, so she sat with her back to him. Her head fell back as he positioned her legs over his knees and opened her up. His fingers tracing her ribs were making her squirm. Ticklish, he was set on tormenting her until she was about to rebel, and only then did he apply more pressure.

“Look in front of you.”

His low command cleared some of the fog in her brain and she saw the full mirror outside her wardrobe door. They were both sitting straight in front of it and she could see every single inch of herself in the indecent position. Her self-preservation kicked in, and she fought to close her legs and hide herself. Locke was having none of that and he effortlessly held her in place, spread in front of her eyes.

“I can’t. I can’t look like that…” Her voice was still panicky, but unless she convinced him, there was no way out.

He didn’t answer at first, and instead rocked his cock trapped under her, slowly nestling between her slick folds. It took but a second before lust surged back.

One muscled arm banded around her waist, he placed his free hand around her neck. He didn’t squeeze hard, but enough to confirm that he was in control. His voice was a rough whisper that only fueled her desire. “You wanted to see me, to have the real me take you. That’s what I’m offering you now. Only the raw, painful, real truth. Is that what you really want?”

Her breath was coming so fast now, it almost made her dizzy, so she simply nodded. She was too far gone to not accept his challenge and see who he was for herself.

“Put me inside you.”

Locke lessened his hold so she could bend far enough to grab his pulsing member with her trembling fingers. She wasn’t afraid, just desperate; to be filled, to be consumed by lust for this haunted man.

Tilting herself, she used her thighs to push herself up and position his head at her entrance. Only then, did she let her body fall, taking him all. In this position, he reached way deeper than before.

Loosening his hold, Locke didn’t move and instead started caressing her, looking at their reflection. Now, Tessa was fascinated by what she saw, her eyes riveted to where he entered her. Rough hands followed the curve of her hips to her knees and when they came back, they went to her inner thighs until his fingers were tracing her outer lips.

“Do you see how beautiful and fucking hot you are? I’m so hard inside you, I almost feel pain. Put your hands behind my head, Tessa.”

Again, obedience wasn’t easy, but once more, her hormones took a front seat, obliterating all social conventions. She searched for his eyes, still too afraid to look at herself like that. Like other women, she had body issues, but Locke seemed to push that limit for her too. And he wasn’t done.

Using his fingers, he spread her open, and as he did, probably to stop any opposition, he started to push inside her. “Look at how red you are and glistening wet.” His fingers approached her clit. So close to the mirror, she saw her body jerk in anticipation, her hips starting to move with him.

“You wanted to know the darkest part of me? I’m not a man who beds a woman. I’m a beast. One that only wants to fuck you. Hard. Long. Bruising strokes.” And as he spoke, his movements grew in intensity. While one hand started teasing her clit, the other went to her hip, directing the pace.

“You are twisting me up inside. You don’t know what you unleashed, how dangerous I can be. I’m a possessive man. I’ve never been before, but with you… I want to mark you, put my scent on you like a dog, mark your skin so no other man will dare approach you. You think I willingly gave you to Gage?”

With his throaty voice and his finger flickering her clit, Tessa crumbled, screaming her release, and would have doubled over if not for Locke’s grip on her trembling body. The man didn’t allow her to come down and instead, increased the power of his thrusts. Gone was the controlled male; she was in the middle of a bestial storm, her world filled with the sounds of slapping wet skin, Locke’s growls in her head and her own voice pleading for something she didn’t know. The head of his cock kissed the entrance of her cervix each time he pummeled her. Holding her tight once more against his hard body, Tessa held on, as for the first time in her life, she was truly possessed.

Surprisingly, pleasure started to coil again in her belly, making her squeeze even harder against him. He snarled and bit her neck. The pain startled her, but the mounting pleasure was stronger. Again, he put his hand around her head, bring her back against his wall of muscles.

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