Page 54 of Hollywood Comes Home

Jerking back, I stood and laid the book on the chair. I sauntered to the door, thinking Alejandro had come back. Robe pulled tighter, I peeked through the peephole but he’d covered it. Rolling my eyes, I heaved open the door.

“Did you forget—”

“Forget what?” Chance leaned in the doorway, finger hanging in the air.

I gulped. His gaze was ravenous. Dropping his hand to his side, he backed me into the entrance of my apartment, closing the door behind him. Without a word, he herded me to the middle of the living room, never breaking eye contact. I was rendered speechless. I fell back on the couch, realizing I had nowhere else to go.

Parting my thighs with his knee, he clutched both my wrists, pinning my hands over my head against the cushion. I sucked in a deep breath, gulping as he pressed his knee harder against my bare mound. Leaning closer to my face, he studied my lips before locking his stare on my helpless gaze.

“I don’t care if you dance for other men, or even women,” he growled, his face inching closer to mine. “But I don’t want his fucking hands anywhere near you again.” Gripping my wrists firmer, he lowered his lips to my ear. “And if he touches you again, his blood will be on your hands.”

“Oh shit.” I exhaled all my breath at once. “What’s come over you?”

He trailed his lips against my skin to my mouth. Rolling his tongue across my bottom lip, he rested his forehead against mine. “Am I clear?”

It was hard to nod, but I managed. “What about dancing for him?”

Shaking his head, he reached down between my legs, stroking my throbbing center with his finger. “Anyone but him.”

“Oh…God…oh…what about…Ia…Ian’s orders?” Suppressing moans through my words was impossible.

“You let me handle that.”

Leaning into the crook of my neck, he sucked on my flesh, grasping with his teeth. Clutching his muscular biceps with one hand, I slid the other under his shirt. He pulled away, but only for a moment before he devoured my mouth. His tongue completely dominated mine as he kissed me with urgency. His pants were no trouble as they came open with ease at my touch.

“I’m not losing you again.” Pressing his lips into mine, he plunged two fingers deep into my pussy. “You’re only mine and I’ll fucking murder anyone who challenges me.”

Yelping, I writhed beneath him. He withdrew his hand with a smirk. Untying my robe, he pulled it open, exposing my flushed, firm breasts. He cupped one in his palm, circling the pink tip with his finger.

“It’s been too long since I got to be rough with you.” Reaching between my legs, he massaged my swollen button with his thumb. “You’re not allowed to be upset anymore.” He added two more fingers to my core, causing me to thrash beneath him at the stretching, painful sensation. It only made him hungrier. “I only want you.” Taking my nipple between his teeth, he clamped down hard.

“I’m…not…oh wow…upse…I…okay. Holy shit!” It was hard to form any coherent sentence under his touch. I inhaled a deep breath, trying to gather my senses, but his cologne hit me like a truck, and I thrusted my mound into his hand.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he growled, sitting back. “I want my fist inside you.”

“We tried that be–before and—” I gasped, his thumb sliding into my entrance while he pumped his hand in and out, trying to make room. Tears pooled in my eyes as he showed no mercy, forcing my body to swallow his hand over and over again. My back arched at the surge of pleasure and pain running through me as I soaked his entire arm.

“Good girl.” Finally, he removed his hand, trailing his drenched thumb across my lips. “Open.” Just as I obeyed, he pressed three fingers into my mouth, inching them forward. “Let’s get your mouth ready for my cock.” He slid his hand out, holding my chin as his other entwined in my hair. Yanking my head back, he spit on my mouth.

Trembling, I felt a heat rising inside me again. I swiped my tongue across my lips while gazing up into his eyes. “Can I please suck your cock?”

Withdrawing his hands, he stood, pulling his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor. His pants hung freely on his hips, accentuating the ripples of his hard abs and the V of his lower torso. Reaching over, he took me by the wrist, tugging me off the couch. “On your knees.”

Bowing my head, I dropped delicately to the floor, waiting for further instruction. Chance needed to always be in control, and hated when I was a brat.

“Take my cock out anddo not darebreak eye contact with me,” he ordered when I reached for the button. “I want to watch your eyes water as you take every fucking inch into your throat.” I unzipped his pants slowly, but he slapped my hand away. “What do you say?”

“Yes, sir.”

A satisfied glint filled his gaze as I freed his erect cock. Licking around the tip, I toyed with the silver ring, causing him to moan. Palm on the back of my head, he guided me further down, until almost his entire length was deep in my throat. I gagged, drool pooling around my lips, but he only pushed further in. Eyes watering, I held my mouth open while he gripped my hair, using my mouth to pleasure his enormous cock.

“Such a good girl,” he praised me, finally pulling out. “I’m not ready to cum just yet.”

Without warning, he pulled me up, tossing me over his shoulder. Giggling, I held on for dear life to his shoulder blades as he carried me to my bedroom.

Leaning over, he let me fall to the bed, bouncing twice on my back. Grasping one of my legs, he pulled me to the edge of the mattress, flipping me over onto my stomach.

SMACK!

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