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I raked my fingers down her spine, taking my time exploring even as my cock continued to pulse. Then I reached around her thigh, swirling my finger around her clit.

“Oh, God. It’s too sensitive,” she moaned, wiggling her hips back and forth.

“Breathe, baby. It’s going to happen. Be a very good girl for me.” She remained tense until I developed a rhythm, sliding in and out of her tight channel. Her short breathless gasps because longer and more labored. Then I sensed she was close to orgasming. There was nothing else I wanted but for her to come. I lost myself in her for a few precious seconds, driving into her like the savage man I knew I could be.

I continued tormenting her clit, pitching her forward and backward.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” She pushed hard against the bed, trying to meet every brutal thrust with one of her own. I knew the second she was ready to let go, her body spasming. As her pussy muscles clamped and released several times, I did everything I could to control myself, removing my hand from her pussy and cracking her on the bottom four times in rapid succession.

That pushed her over the edge, her muted wail turning into a high-pitched scream that was music to my ears. “Grant!” She muttered my name continuously, shaking as she sucked in deep breaths of air. I almost lost my load right there, but I had my mind set on laying claim to her tight asshole.

Only after she stopped panting did I pull out, wrapping one hand around her long strands of hair as I rose to my knees. Then I pushed the tip of my cockhead against her dark hole.

“Oh!” Flinching, Kerri tried to look over her shoulder, her body vibrating from excitement and apprehension.

“Relax, precious kitty. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I just… I’ve never done this before.”

“I’ll be gentle.”

Even better. The sadist inside of me feasted on the information, reveling in being the one to take one of her virginities. I pushed an inch inside, caressing her back as I allowed her to get used to the girth. Then I pushed in another, stopping when she tensed, clawing the comforter. Beads of sweat trickled down both sides of my face. I was out of breath from the rush of adrenaline, a need that was threatening to take away the rest of my enjoyment.

Fuck, no.

I refused.

When her muscles started to relax, I pushed the remaining inches inside.

“Oh. My. God.” Her voice was breathless, mewing replacing pained moans. I sensed the moment she was enjoying the feel, pushing up against the bed. Then I heard soft purrs and I refused to be gentle any longer. I pulled out, driving into her again.

And again.

The sound was like sweet music, the creaking of the bed adding a secondary chorus to the rapid beating of our bodies. As my mind began a blur of thoughts and needs, I realized I hadn’t been kidding with her or with myself.

Kerri belonged to me wholly and completely. And God help any man who dared try to stand in my way.

CHAPTER 10

Grant

Now I wasn’t just a dominating man who’d claimed a woman I’d barely met, I’d entered into the stalking category by following her home. I wasn’t entirely certain why I’d made the decision to do so. I wasn’t planning on forcing my way inside. Perhaps the protector in me wanted to ensure that she got home safely.

Then there was the curiosity factor.

Kerri had barely said anything as we’d remained wrapped up in sheets after I’d taken her for a third time. I’d expected her to pepper me with questions or go on and on about the scholarship, but she’d remained silent except for a few words. That had unnerved the hell out of me and still did.

She’d agreed to meet with me later to discuss her ideas on the scholarships, even taking my phone number but hadn’t given me hers. Perhaps I’d been in business for too long or maybe my father, who had never hesitated from crossing the line from right to wrong, had rubbed off on me. Whatever the case, I was trying to keep my distance as she ran a few errands, but it was getting difficult given the traffic.

Minutes ago, she’d pulled into the parking lot of the small grocery store in an area of town I’d been through several times. While North Hollywood had once been inhabited by wealthy residents, they’d left the area and gangs had moved in, the neighborhood changing dramatically. It was a mishmash of formerly beautiful now rundown houses and larger homes now turned into apartments and studios. While certainly not the worst in town, if this was where she lived, then what I’d imagined she was making as a teacher was just about right, especially if she lived alone.

After placing her groceries in her car, she scanned the area before getting inside. I could swear the woman’s radar had detected she’d been followed. By now, the late afternoon sun was being forced out by dark clouds, shadows providing a more ominous feeling throughout the neighborhood.

She parked along the street, getting out quickly. I found a parking spot on the other side of the road, deciding to do nothing more than wait until she was safely inside then leaving. She was obviously a private person, but it pained me to see the buildings in the area. I’d grown up in entirely different surroundings, although on the East Coast. LA had always been good to me, although for the first year and a half I’d been forced to share a house with two actors and a model.

I chuckled just thinking about how rowdy we’d been, lucky our landlord hadn’t kicked us out. As with any area within a large city, there were good sections and bad. This particular area had yet to benefit from the various renovation projects, which when completed would push the rents to twice what they were. The rich were getting richer, and the poor were getting poorer, LA not a city for those with a serious financial crunch.

Just like the kids she taught and their families. As I watched her getting out of the car, I yanked my cellphone into my hand, dialing the man serving as the chair of the Rise to Vision funding project. Stephen Canthos had been the man to drive me nuts requesting I consider serving on the board.

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