Page 11 of Relentless Surrender

Conner stroked Sage’s hair. “Baby.”

“Mmm.”

“Baby, I need you to open your eyes.”

Slowly, Sage opened her eyes and stared up at him.

“Good girl. Does it still hurt?”

The pain had receded to a throbbing warmth. Sage felt a building energy. A clawing need. The desire to be controlled and overpowered by this man. The very thing she had been fighting this whole time came roaring to life. Conner could read the shift in her expressive eyes. Desire storming to life.

Trapping her hands in his own, Conner stretched her arms above her head, forcing Sage down with his weight.

“It might hurt again, but this time I won’t stop. You understand.”

Unable to speak, Sage nodded her head.

Conner pulled his hips back. Groaning when her tight passage gripped his cock as he pulled free before thrusting back inside. Sage’s body jolted at the impact. She gave a soft moan. Charging ahead, Conner plunged his cock in deeper with each thrust. Her slick passage opening a little further with each forced movement.

Her body was no longer her own. Conner had taken over. The pain. The pleasure. The fulfillment. She felt cherished and used at the same time. She braced herself as he quickened his pace. The friction of his cock sending shock waves through her systems. She could feel another orgasm building. It came over her in a rush. Wave after wave.

Savagely smashing into her hips, Conner came with a roar. His whole body tensed above her own as he spilled his seed deep within her. Branding her. No man had ever cum inside of her before thought Sage. The thought making the act even more carnal. After several tense moments, Conner placed a fierce open-mouthed kiss against her lips.

Quietly leaving the bedroom, he returned with a warm washcloth. After they had both cleaned up, he nestled them under the covers. Wrapping her in his strong arms, Conner settled down to sleep. Neither had spoken a word. As if both sensed the experience was beyond words.

Sage felt rattled. Shaken. This man was so powerful, so strong. She could feel herself weakening. Falling for the false idea that his arms offered protection and safety. This was wrong. A modern woman like her wasn’t supposed to yearn for such a thing.

Thinking him asleep, she hesitantly tried to creep out of bed, when she felt his arm tighten about her waist.

“No,” he mumbled, half asleep.

“It’s okay,” she said with false bravado. “I’ll just grab a cab. I have an early meeting tomorrow.”

“I said, no.”

“I can’t stay, Conner.”

“And I won’t let you leave, Sage. Guess which one of us will win this battle?”

With a sigh, Sage settled back against his warmth and fell asleep.

* * *

Across town.

Melissa nervously fluffed her hair before answering the door.

“Hey gorgeous,” greeted a rough, masculine voice.

Ricardo crossed the threshold, closing and locking the door behind him.

CHAPTER 3

Sage awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs. About to get out of bed, she realized she was naked without anything to wear. That’s when she saw a t-shirt thoughtfully laid out at the end of the bed. Sage smiled. Pulling the t-shirt over her head, her small curves were swallowed up by large amounts of fabric. It reached just past her knees.

She looked down to read what was on it. All Men are created Equal. Then a Few Became Marines. If last night was any indication, the shirt spoke the truth, she thought with a satisfied smile. She also threw on the equally massive white athletic socks Conner left that were more like leg warmers on her slim calves. Taking a deep breath, realizing she couldn’t hide in his bedroom forever, although an escape through the balcony door was looking pretty good, Sage headed out in search of the kitchen.

“Morning, Spitfire!”

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