Page 33 of Ruthless Claim

She struggles against me, still vying for control.

Her hips rock against me, meeting each of my thrusts as she clings to my shoulders.

Her dark hair tickles my face as I lean my forehead against hers. I can smell the scent of her shampoo.

A mixture of vanilla and lavender invades my scenes, causing me to grow even harder.

Fuck.

The table groans under our weight, and for a moment I’m seriously concerned it’ll break.

I pull out of her quickly and drag her to the floor.

Valentina squeals as her bare body touches the cool hardwood.

Her fiery brown eyes stare up at me in surprise as she pushes herself up on her elbows.

Her eyes roam my body and my cock twitches as she bites her bottom lip.

I cover her body with my own, and her hands slide up and pull me flush against her.

With one thrust, I’m back inside her, my hips punishing as I lean back, my hands roaming her body.

I cup her breasts through the black bra and squeeze, causing her to writhe and thrash beneath me.

“Do you like this?” I ask in a gravelly voice. “Do you like the feel of me? Hmm?” I palm her breasts harder, running my thumbs teasingly over her nipples.

Valentina cries out as she arches. But stubborn girl, she refuses to give me the satisfaction of an answer.

“Look at me.” I slide my hand up her chest and move to her neck. Her eyes snap open as my hand tightens around her throat. “Answer me. With words.”

A flash of defiance passes over her eyes as she looks up at me. “Yes,” she says thorough gritted teeth.

I push it further. “Yes sir,” I growl. My hand stays on her throat as I lift onto my knees, my other hand hooking under her knee to open her up even more.

I sink into her further and we both let out a deep moan.

“Never,” she hisses, and it pisses me the fuck off that she’s not obeying. But there’s time. I’ll get her.

Her cunt tightens around me and I suck in a breath, groaning as she grows slicker.

I know she’s close. I quicken my pace while leaning forward to capture her lips.

The kiss is greedy and my tongue slips into her mouth against hers, opening her up to me.

“Harder,” she whispers, breaking her lips away from mine.

My grip tightens around her neck as I increase the intensity of my thrusts.

“Cillian—I—gods—please. I—please.”

I watch as her eyes begin to roll as her orgasm takes over.

Her nails rake down my back as she cries out with pleasure.

I clench my jaw as she pulses around me.

Before her orgasm can finish, I pull out of her. I watch as her body shivers from the emptiness.