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Certainly not with this girl.
He was undoing me, issuing two hard slaps across my backside before pulling out and driving into me again. How could anything so innately wrong feel so incredible? All I could do was moan as he drove harder and faster into me, stirring up emotions along the way.
His actions became even rougher, pushing my sanity and my body closer to the covers. I pushed up on my arms, but there was little I could do to take any amount of control.
As of this moment, he owned me. Body and soul.
CHAPTER 15
Navarro
Controlling.
Yes, I refused to take a backseat to anyone. Even my relationship with Jago hadn’t interfered with my autonomy. Jago was my boss, but allowed me the freedom to handle business my way.
Control had served me well over the years including keeping me alive.
I’d been called a man of great need dozens of times in my life.
Sex.
Drugs.
Violence.
Bloodshed.
Few people truly knew me, my requirements or desires. They assumed since the Torres Empire excelled in running both legaland illegal activities that I enjoyed the perks of both wealth and opulence, white powder my usual kick back and relax activity.
Along with what most would call vicious acts of sin.
The truth was that I wanted nothing to do with the party scene, preferring to spend nights exercising or reading. Maybe some would consider the activities boring, but I was finished with ignoring the beauty of silence.
Had I been reckless in my youth? Well, fuck, yes. With the jarring end to my adolescence, I was fucking lucky I wasn’t in some foreign prison or rotting in a shallow grave somewhere. Suddenly, I’d grown bored of late nights, too much booze and women whose names I couldn’t remember.
And I hadn’t cared.
There was no drastic event that had altered my way of thinking and my life. Just time. I’d learned solitude was often my best medicine, being completely alone without any outside interference keeping the demons resting. Without the time, my penchant for violence would have escalated into a series of decisions I would have never recovered from.
The spark I’d felt around her at the club had increased, now becoming uncontrollable. It felt as if I couldn’t breathe without her in my airspace, couldn’t think without her hand on my arm. The concept was nothing like I’d ever experienced before.
I’d fuck her into exhaustion and maybe I’d rid myself of this insanity.
As I twisted my hand in Fallon’s long hair, enjoying the silky strands running through my fingers and the electricity coursing through my veins, the thoughts seemed an ugly memory.
Or perhaps the real truth was that vague but distinguished memories had awakened something dark and ugly inside of me. The beast was crawling at the surface, awakening for the first time in almost two decades.
Why?
Because of her, the stunning Amazon who still refused to obey a single command. I’d wanted to punish her and had, yet even that hadn’t been enough. The searing touch of her soft skin created a wave of sensations, but not enough to satisfy the hunger. I needed all of her.
Her surrender.
Her compliance.
Her attention.
Her loyalty.
