by Piper Stone
Holland accepted the intimate moment for all of a split second before slamming her hands on the back of the couch, the momentum almost tossing me to the floor. She jerked around in a fighter’s stance, punching me hard in the jaw. “How dare you take advantage of me! How dare you think I’m just some easy girl you can manipulate.”
I was floored, the pain in my jaw just a reminder what a naughty little vixen she truly was. When she attempted to strike me again, my natural controlling instincts took over. I grabbed her wrists, yanking them over her head and dragging her against my chest until her luscious breasts were crushed.
“What part about the deal didn’t you understand, sweetheart? Until I say otherwise, you’re my property, my possession and I will damn well do with you as I please.”
More than just her feathers were ruffled, her entire face lighting up like a jack-o’-lantern as she struggled in my arms, twisting her body in an effort to knee me in the groin. “Never.”
“Listen here, you little tart. You’re not going to ever have control. Not now. Not in the future. Do you hear me?”
Another ragged hiss and she almost managed to free one of her hands. Another infraction. Another turn-on. I wrangled both wrists into one of my hands, pushing her hard against the couch. I cupped her face with my flexed fingers, digging the tips into her cheek and jaw, holding her in place.
“Did you hear me?”
My demand was met by a smile and I did the only thing I could do.
I crushed my mouth over hers.
There was no plan, no concept of how this was going to end. As I shoved my tongue past her pursed lips, tasting her sweet essence for the first time, I knew all hell was going to break loose.
I kept my hold as I kissed her, dominating her tongue as she wiggled and moaned, jutting her hips until the friction shared between us was off the charts. I’d never been so aroused, every part of me tingling from the kind of dark desire that few men ever face. Even as her tongue fought with mine, slashing back and forth, her body undulated in a seductive manner. Within seconds, her moans of anger turned into something else entirely.
Raw passion.
Animalistic desires.
Savage needs.
I finally let her arms go, fisting her hair brutally as the barbaric passion continued. She pushed hard against my chest, clawing my shirt. Her scent was intoxicating, blinding me as it wafted into my nostrils. Exotic and spicy, sultry and sweet. I couldn’t get enough of her.
More. I had to have more. Finally breaking the kiss, I yanked back her head, exposing her neck, biting on her lower lip as she issued a series of whimpers.
“Don’t. I...” Her cries were unheeded as I licked down the length of her neck, savoring the delicious flavor.
Within seconds she was ripping at my shirt, buttons popping in her effort to slide her hands inside. The first touch of her fingers on my naked skin was euphoric, forcing a roar from deep within my chest. I knew I was tempting the gods, but I no longer cared whether this was right or wrong.
I lowered my head, engulfing her already swollen nipple, swirling my tongue in languishing circles. I could feel her quivering in my hold, her scattered breaths adding to the crackling momentum, the fire combusting within us both.
She dragged the shirt off my shoulders, yanking until my arms were free. “This can’t happen. I don’t want you.”
I chuckled darkly as I lifted my head, allowing her to stare into my eyes. “And I don’t want you, but I will take you. Own you. Never forget.” I kicked her legs apart, sliding my hand down until I was able to cup her mound. The heat was extraordinary, stealing my breath. “And I think you do want me.”
“Never. You’re nothing but a jerk, a coward.”
“Coward, eh? We’ll see what you say after I’ve broken you.” I could tell by the flash in her eyes that this girl would always be a fighter. The woman would drive me into my grave with her temptation, her sassy attitude and killer body. I wasn’t going to be able to get enough.
“You’re never going to break me,” she said, laughing even as her eyes flashed the same burning desire that had already consumed me.
I was finished with wasting time, playing games. With little effort, I tossed her over my shoulder, carrying her into the kitchen, raking my arm across the kitchen island.
She yelped as various items were tossed to the floor, smashing hard. I didn’t care. I was far too thirsty to give a shit. When I planted her down, lifting and spreading her legs wide open, she refused to give in. Still fighting.
Still believing she could control me.
“Stop acting like a child or I’ll tie you to this island.” My words were husky, dripping with promise.
“You wouldn’t dare, you monster.”
“Oh, don’t try me. I’m going to eat that pretty pink pussy of yours. Then I’m going to fuck you long and hard. I suggest you remain a good little girl or else.”
She snorted, her look that of one who has been done great injustice, her eyes rolling back as I blew a series of hot breaths over her glistening pussy. “Oh... No...”
“You’re wet and hot. Have you been fantasizing about me?” I repeated the action, enjoying the way her lower lip quivered, her nipples remaining hard peaks. I shot my hand up along her stomach, flicking one of her nipples before pinching savagely. “Have you always craved a dominating man taking you? Using you? Caging you?”
There was a flicker of her eyes, a telling that I knew was her dirty little secret and one she’d never admit. Especially to the likes of a man like me.
I would draw out her inner tendencies, turning her into a fabulous submissive.
The thought was riveting.
Growling, I dropped my head, lapping at her sweet cream, savoring the amazing ambrosia.
“Oh, God. Oh!” Holland jerked up, her entire body stiffening.
I was able to see the same glisten on her face that seemed to cover the insides of her thighs. She was more than ready for a controlling man. I was going to enjoy providing stern discipline, including fucking her relentlessly.
She shuddered every time I flicked my finger across her clit, her breath skipping. I moved my lips up and down, enjoying her body’s reactions, anguished from the way my cock was pinched against my zipper.
“Hold those sexy legs open for me,” I commanded, waiting only briefly until she obeyed. She continued to dart vicious glances in my direction even as I continued pleasuring her. The goosebumps covering her arms and legs gave her away.
Or maybe her body was simply betraying her.
I wiggled a single finger past her already swollen pussy lips as I pulled her clit into my mouth. No amount of control I had in other applications was able to curtail my animal needs. I sucked and bit down on her tender tissue as I added a second and third finger, sliding them just inside.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” Her pants were scattered, almost inaudible.
I was fueled by the sounds, thrusting my fingers all the way inside. Her entire pussy was quivering, throbbing every time I sucked. I became a wild man, unable to get enough.
Her hands continued to shake as she struggled to hold her legs as wide open as possible. She was fully exposed like a beautiful flower, her pussy glistening as beads continuously leaked. I yanked my fingers out of the wet heat, smacking her sweet lips several times.
“Fuck!”
Her eyes opened wide as she seemed to understand her faux pas, her lips twisting as she tossed her head back and forth.
I growled in admonishment, slapping my fingers against her pussy several times. Her toes curled, her eyelids closing halfway, and I could tell the slice of pain was dragging her into a heightened level of ecstasy. The control I felt was incredible, the exact place I’d always craved being.
Once again, I buried my face, moving my head back and forth until my nose and cheeks were covered in her wetness. I used my fingers in a perfect orchestration, sliding them in and out, slowing only as I slid my thumb between her ass cheeks.
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sp; “Oh. God!” She seemed to sense what I was doing, every part of her body tensing.
I lifted my head, dragging my lips along her inner thigh. “Remember, sweetheart. Bad girls get fucked in the ass. And you’re one. Bad. Girl.” I resumed licked, darting my tongue inside as her moaning increased. She was close to coming.
“I... Oh...”
“You’re not allowed to come unless I give you permission.”
She dug her fingers into her legs, lifting her ass off the island. Encouraging me.
Begging me.
I had to admit, I adored her provocative nature.
I could tell she was holding back, trying to prevent her orgasm. I smacked her pussy three times then drove my thumb all the way into her asshole, wiggling in a brutal manner. “Are you ready?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Are you going to obey me?”
“Yes. Yes, sir!” She was exasperated, her face pinched.
I waited another three seconds before giving the order. “Then come. Come for me.”
Her entire body was on edge as if confused. When she finally relaxed, she climaxed explosively, filling my mouth with delicious cream. “God!” Her scream was high-pitched, floating into the air above us.
The most beautiful music on this planet.
I kept my thumb in place as I sucked up all her juices, growling the entire time. She needed to understand what a savage man I truly was.
When she finally stopped shaking, I eased her legs down, patting the top of her thigh. “What a good girl.”
I thought I heard a snarl instead of a pleasured sound. This girl was a wild bucking bronco. I eased back, licking my lips in an exaggerated fashion. I knew she was watching every move I made even though her eyes were half closed. I debated what I wanted to do, how I was going to take her. My mind worked in wicked and evil ways.
I held out my hand, beckoning. “Come.”
“Where?”
“Does it matter?”
I could tell she’d bit back a nasty retort, allowing me to take her hand and ease her off the counter. The force yanked her into my arms and even though she resisted, slamming her fists against my chest, her face and eyes gave her away.
She was full of unbridled hunger, lust unlike anything either one of us had ever experienced.
I was shocked as she lifted her head until our lips were almost touching. “What do you want from me?”
“I already told you,” I breathed. “Total obedience.”
She gave me the naughtiest smile before being the one to capture my lips. If she thought she was going to shock me, she was wrong.
I wrapped my arm around her neck, pulling her even tighter against me as I allowed her tongue to explore the dark recesses of my mouth. The girl had no idea the fire she’d unleashed. Every part of my body was alive even as my frustration kicked in. I pulled her into an arc, taking over the kiss as the passion moved to a higher level, the kiss like a raging tidal wave.
As the seconds ticked by, our tongues fighting for absolute dominance, my world seemed rattled to an entirely different level. I pushed her away, keeping one hand wrapped around her hair, the other guiding her arm.
“My guess is that you love attention,” I whispered hoarsely.
“The same as you do,” she retorted.
“Hmmm... I’ll have to keep that in mind.” I dragged her through the house and to the front door. While I almost never had visitors, she certainly didn’t know that. I purposely turned on the outside lights, the expansive glow highlighting a solid portion of my yard and driveway.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you all the attention you desire. Imagine when I fuck you in a public place.” I pushed her against the railing, my body crushing hers. I pointed off to the side. “See over there? I have neighbors who enjoy the hell out of watching everything I do. They even have high-powered binoculars just to enjoy a show. You know what? I don’t mind giving that to them. What do you think?”
“You’re fucking me out here? Sir.”
Funny how she didn’t seem that concerned. I was going to have to keep that in mind as well. I used the toe of my boot to kick her legs apart, pushing her over the railing. “I’m fucking you wherever I desire.”
She gripped the railing, her mouth clenched shut but I could hear the slight growls pulsing up from her throat.
I wasted no time unfastening my jeans, easing my aching cock into the night air. “Imagine if you were a good girl.”
“You’re horrible. I mean you’re horrible, sir.”
“And you’re a brat. Disrespectful. Uncaring. Dishonest.”
I slid the tip of my cock up along the crack of her ass. She responded by fighting me, trying to push against me.
As if she could get away.
Everything about this was nothing more than barbaric, taking her like some crazed animal. I cracked my hand against her heated bottom several times, a mere reminder.
“Goddamn you! I don’t care what you do. This is insane. You’re insane,” she huffed.
“And this is exactly what you crave. Why lie to yourself?”
“No. No!” But she arched her back, jutting her hips.
What a delicious sin.
The heat of her asshole was almost blinding, sending a shower of electricity shooting through every muscle. I threw my head back as I gripped her hip, sliding in an inch at a time. Damn, the girl was hot as a firecracker. I could barely breathe, my patience ripped away until I thrust my entire shaft inside. “Fuck. Yes.”
“No cursing,” she hissed, the sound rippling with anguish.
“I can do what I want. Just imagine if people were watching. Would you like that? Would you enjoy having people know what a naughty, filthy little girl you are?”
She huffed her response, planting her feet as I thrust in brutal actions, driving in hard and fast.
“Do you want everyone to know that I own you, possess that sexy body of yours?”
“You don’t have the balls.”
I smacked her again and again as I fucked her, my raging desire reaching a pinnacle. I’d never wanted to control a woman as much as I did this brat who kept pushing all of my buttons.
And I always won.
This girl—this defiant little imp—refused to succumb in any manner. I was incensed. Hell, I was floored, which only fueled the fire sweltering within. I was crazed in my actions, fucking her like a wild animal. This wasn’t only about dominating her but bolstering my own testosterone. I refused to think any longer, to deny the fact I was anything but a horrible man.
At this moment and with this girl, I had everything I wanted.
“One day you’re going to beg me to fuck you. Never forget that.” I nuzzled into her neck, biting down on her beautiful skin. I was no longer the highly respected as well as hated doctor. I wasn’t the award-winning bull rider.
I continued thrusting deep inside, savoring every moment of the way her muscles clamped around the thick invasion. I was electrified, every nerve ending searing.
She moaned and as I fisted her hair, the way her lovely face held such a beautiful blush was almost as powerful as the act itself.
I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer, the desire to fill her with my seed intense. I closed my eyes, my entire body trembling. The moment she clamped down, I lost it, erupting deep inside.
I’d become the man I’d left behind in the wake of tragedy.
Angry.
Resentful.
Dangerous.
The past had found me.
Chapter Six
Holland
Montana Cobalt. One unforgiving man. Who was I kidding? One horrible, uncaring brute who believed his shit didn’t stink.
Entitled.
Arrogant.
His Western twang was as sexy as the man himself, rugged in every way. Muscles rippling from days of hard work, carved in a manner that deserved to be in a museum. Perfect.
I pressed the back of my hand against my lips, resi
sting moaning. I certainly didn’t want him to hear me. Ever. Never again. I was sick to my stomach even thinking about the fact I’d come like a fucking animal in heat, not once but three freaking times. Even the spanking had been almost acceptable. Tingling.
Sensational.
I closed my eyes, holding my breath. I had to be out of my mind. He’d wrangled me into a ridiculous deal and I’d accepted without even offering a compromise. I was an educated woman. I was one smart cookie. And I’d fallen for this Neanderthal take-you-when-I-want-you crap that had spewed from his mouth. Who the hell did he honestly think he was anyway?
Tap. Tap.
Hey, you, stupid girl who got caught breaking and entering not once but twice.
I shook my head, willing the ugly little voice inside my head to leave me alone. I didn’t need any reminders about any of my less than fabulous traits. My entire life did that every day, thank you very much.
He was unforgiving in every aspect of his life, completely disciplined. Of course he would be. He was a brilliant doctor, a surgeon no less. He probably went to Harvard or some other shitty Ivy League college, his entire tuition paid by scholarship. Meanwhile, I worked two jobs in order to pay for my education, student loans likely to keep me in debt until I was at least fifty-five.
Why did the man want me in the first place? I was nobody. He could have anyone he chose from a sea of women. He’d actually snagged my clothes, tossing me a throw blanket. Was he seriously planning on keeping me a damn prisoner? Fuck him. I’d leave completely naked if I had to.
Granted, he’d also grabbed the keys to my truck and I certainly wasn’t going to call Julia to come rescue me. I’d never hear the end of it. Hell, I might even end up on the evening news.
That is if I had a cell phone. He’d hidden that as well.
I was effectively at his mercy, a plaything that he could do anything he wanted to.
Just like he’d promised.
I huddled under the blanket, no matter the night’s humidity, nursing a glass of wine. At least the man had excellent tastes in cabernet. There was one redeeming quality about him. Only one.
