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There was a spark of something completely dark and deliciously dangerous that came through with every facial expression. “Trust me, brat, you’re not going to be able to think about anything else.”

With another savage thrust, he plunged his cock inside, holding still for a few seconds, but that was all the leeway he was going to provide.

As he created a rhythm, one brutal stroke coming after another, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I ran my fingers down his arms, my teeth chattering from the incredible dose of adrenaline.

The man reeked of passion, more so than I’d originally thought. With every stroke, every full press of his weight, I was pushed deliriously close to the edge.

He refused to stop as I wiggled under him, his expression one of absolute concentration.

My body responded to his roughness, my pussy clenching and releasing as the fire built within, flames searing every inch of my skin.

I jerked up from the bed as a series of sensations tore through me. The hard pounding continued until there was nothing left and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

With the intensity of an electric surge, a climax roared through me, leaving me breathless and in awe.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Only after I made the exclamation did I slap my hand across my mouth, now eternally grateful for Bruno Mars rocking on to a perfect hip-hop beat.

With every thrust, I was driven deeper into sheer rapture. I couldn’t remember ever having experienced such powerful ecstasy.

Seconds later when he pulled out, I gasped and used my legs to pull him closer.

His deep chuckle sent another wave of desire coursing through me along with a sprinkling of goosebumps. “Don’t worry, brat. We’re just getting started.”

CHAPTER 13

Steel

Possessed.

That’s the way I felt at this moment. Maybe not unusual for me. My personality was such that once I latched onto a situation, a thought, or an object of desire, letting go wasn’t an option.

But I’d never felt so much hunger to obtain complete control in my life.

Violet’s beauty was undeniable, but her caustic mouth and constant banter had nearly driven me crazy at first. Then as with her smile and the way her eyes carried whatever emotion was roaring like a lion, I’d realized her take-charge attitude was simply something else I both admired and found adorable.

Forget about her body.

She was perfectly proportioned with an hourglass figure, voluptuous in a way that reminded me of pin-up girls of decades past. Her breasts fit perfectly in my hands and there was nothinglike the feel of having her pussy muscles clenched tightly around my cock.

You bet I enjoyed every moment of fucking her tight pussy and making her orgasm, but now my needs were completely selfish.

I needed to taste her.

When I pulled all the way out, she rose onto her elbows, staring down at me with wide, dilated eyes. With her hair completely disheveled, the term adorable more than applied.

“What are you doing?” Her demand was cute too since she was under the misunderstanding that she was in charge.

“I already told you. Whatever I want.” I crawled down the bed, shifting between her legs. She was still in a lust-filled haze even as I lifted and bent her knees, spreading them wide open.

Her moan was full of discord and even though she placed her hand over her face, I was dazzled with a colorful display of shades of red on her face. Between her reaction and how tight her sweet pussy was, it was clear that she hadn’t enjoyed passion in a very long time.

There was also something about her reaction to me and in general that told me she had a story to tell about men. Maybe it was one I didn’t want to hear, preferring instead to drive the damning memories away.

I’d damn well try.

As soon as I blew across her slickened folds, she moaned, peeking out between her fingers. Her scent was already driving me wild, much like her perfume had done all through dinner.

With a single swipe of my tongue across her clit, I was instantly driven into a taste of heaven. Wow. She tasted like sweet cherries, but I needed confirmation.