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“Uh-huh.” My mind was a blur as the pleasure overcame the insanity of hungering for the man.
“Did you think about me after the time we spent together? Did you crave my cock filling you, fucking you?”
I hated this man and everything he stood for, yet my mind was fuzzy, the scent of him alone intoxicating and driving all common sense away.
This was wrong, so very wrong. While I wanted to say no, he knew whatever I’d say would be just another lie. “Yes.”
“Did you hunger for my lips against yours?”
I shuddered inwardly, the truth reckless and dangerous.
“Yes.” The word slipped from my mouth.
Reaching around me, he caressed my breast, twisting my nipple until I cried out in the sweet release of pain. Skittering jolts shot through me, each one more intense than the one before.
Every part of me was on fire, my hunger almost as desperate as his. I was crazed from what was happening, unable to process his actions.
Or my body’s intense explosion of sensations.
I could tell just how wet I was, my juice trickling down both legs. Moaning, I smacked at the bed, groaning like a crazed animal. When he pulled out, slamming into me again, I couldn’t fight the gasps coming from my throat.
“That’s it. Take all of me. Every fucking inch.” He pummeled into me, the force used rocking the bed. He kept his hand tangled in my hair, holding me in place, as if there was any possibility of escaping. I was his prisoner.
Yet I’d never felt so free.
Together we rocked, both breathless.
Sweat beaded against my back, rolling down my neck. I arched my back, panting as he filled me completely.
Time seemed to stand still as he fucked me, the powerful man growling as he ravaged my body. I tried to resist, but it wasno use. I could feel an orgasm threatening to make the final betrayal, taking me to a place of bliss.
I gasped for air, my moans scattered. And I lost it, the climax rushing up from my toes, slamming into my system with such ferocity I could no longer see.
“Oh. Oh. Oh!”
The same dark chuckle sounded behind me as he fucked me long and hard, filling me completely.
“Such a little tease,” he growled, finally releasing his hold on my hair, gripping my hips as he powered into me, yanking me back with every brutal stroke.
I dropped my head, my body nothing but a rag doll as he thrust harder and faster. I wanted this over with. My muscles continued to clamp and release, another orgasm forcing me to throw my head back, the scream soundless, my body shaking violently.
“Fuck. Yes. Yes,” he roared.
As he erupted deep inside, filling me with his seed, all I could think about was how much I’d craved him and how terrified I should be of the ruthless man.
Yet he’d stirred something inside of me that I couldn’t explain, a feeling so deep that I feared I’d lost all sense of control around the man.
He gripped my ass, teasing my punished flesh. “Now, my perfect angel. You and I are going to have a nice, long talk.”
CHAPTER 18
Mikhail
Beguiling.
The word was one I hadn’t used in a very long time, if ever.
However, that’s what the lovely Bristol Rork truly was. She’d awakened my senses like no other woman had.
