Page 68 of Bossy Trouble

But I was fighting a losing battle.

His fingers went to my center, and I was embarrassed to find that I was already wet for him. He looked up at me triumphantly as he continued to fondle me. I couldn’t hold back the moans, as humiliating as it was. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anyone in my entire life. But I also hated him with almost the same ferocity as I loved him.

Wait,love?

It couldn’t be. My mind tried to fight the assertion, but I couldn’t fight the feelings pouring through me, drawing me. Rationality was soon washed away with desire as his fingers drove me to the jagged edge of ecstasy, mercilessly pushing me over. He didn’t rest, and his lips sucked at my neck as the combination of pain and pleasure overwhelmed me.

My orgasm hit me like a wave that I couldn’t stop.

“Donovan,” I gasped and moaned as I came in trembling waves.

“I’m here,” he whispered hoarsely. “I’m right here.”

Within moments, he’d freed himself from his trousers, and I felt his cock nudging my center. Despite the crazed energy reverberating through the room, he only pushed in a little bit at a time, giving me time to adjust. He groaned as he did.

“Fuck.” He buried his head in my shoulder. “Too good. You feel too fucking good.”

He felt good, too, as he filled me up inside inch by inch. Every part of me was becoming a part of him. I felt like our bodies were merging as he slipped inside me, and pretty soon, no one would be able to tell where he stopped, and I started.

He lifted me into his arms, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He turned me around and placed my back gently against the wall, putting his hand up to receive most of the impact. And then, meeting my gaze, he began to rock into me slowly.

I bit my lips to keep from screaming. Slow was worse than fast. The pleasure was so intense, so much wilder than anything I’d ever felt. I felt like something inside me was going to shatter into pieces, and there was nothing I could do about it. I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

God, I gasped into the air.God. I needed release.

“Donovan,” I moaned again, gasping for air.

“I’m right here.” He kissed me once more, ravaging my senses, then pulled back so I could see the glowing intensity of his eyes. “I’m right here.”

I couldn’t do anything else but give myself over to the sensations tearing through me. I lost myself, lost control of the words coming out of my mouth as tears rolled down my cheeks.

Donovan leaned forward and kissed them. He kissed them again as he drove even more frantically inside me, clearly nearing his limit.

I love him. Damn it. I love him.

His head fell forward for a few seconds and then instantly snapped back. “Fuck!" he growled, and his final thrust drove us both over the edge.

Neither of us said anything once it was done.

I was too busy trying to catch my breath, but Donovan was already in motion. He carried me over to the couch, laid me down, and then, without another word, he left.

26

DONOVAN

Ididn’t wait for the door to open fully before I threw the punch.

Lupin didn’t see it coming. One second, he was standing there at the entrance to his office with a staid expression on his face, and the next minute, my fist landed right in the middle of his face. I heard the satisfying crunch of cartilage, and the blow threw him back a few steps until he hit the edge of his desk. It didn’t satisfy the savage need inside me, not even when he cupped his hand over his nose, looking shocked as he turned back to me. He removed his hand, and there was blood streaming down his nose. That still didn’t satisfy me.

I wanted to do more than hurt him.

I wanted to kill him.

Lupin started to move toward me again, but I charged at him, this time landing a blow to his gut. He doubled over, and I brought my knee up to slam into his chin. He must have seen the move coming because he moved aside, spinning around and catching me on the chin with a clipped punch.

Ha. Shifty bastard.

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