Page 162 of Strange Seduction
No panties. Of course not. Fucking menace.
She braced herself against the counter, her thighs trembling, untamed, flyaway hair falling wildly down her back. She was gonna have to wrap her hair all over again.
I didn’t give her time to catch up to me. I was already hard, already pulsing. There wasn’t gonna be anything gentle about this.
I gripped her hips and slammed into her, rough and unapologetic, watching the way her body jolted with every thrust. She gasped, already breathless, her cheek pressed against the mirror, fog blooming across the glass.
“Look,” I growled.
She lifted her head, pupils blown wide, lips parted, her reflection as ruined as she felt. I leaned over her, chest to her back, hand snaking around her throat—not choking, just holding her in place.
“You thinking about him?” I muttered into her ear.
“No,” she whimpered.
“You sure?” Another brutal thrust that made her cry out. “‘Cause I could call him right now. Let him hear you like this.”
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out—just a broken whimper and a shudder. She was close. I could feel it.
So I reached for my phone. Unlocked the screen. Tapped his name.
She made a sound—protest, panic, maybe arousal. I didn’t care. I was past the point of mercy.
The line rang once. Then twice. Finally, Vince answered.
I hit speaker and dropped the phone on the counter.
“Carmen?”
I drove into her harder. Her voice caught in her throat.
“Who do you belong to?” I hissed.
“You, Teddy—”
“Say it right!”
“Theodore Clayton,” she sobbed. “I belong to Theodore Clayton.”
I yanked her up by the waist, pressing her body flush against the mirror so she could see herself unraveling.
I didn’t stop.
“Theo?” Vince said again, confused. “Hello—”
“You leaving me?” I demanded, right against her ear.
She shook her head violently. “No, Teddy. Never.”
“Let him hear it,” I said.
“I’m not leaving you!”
“Who do you belong to?”
“Teddy, please—”
“Tell him.”
