Page 103 of Carnal Wagers

In one quick motion, he sat up and captured my lips with his.

“Jaysus, woman. I think you sucked my soul right out of my cock.”

“Damn right I did. And I’ll do it again.”

He nosed my hair, breathing me in. “Aye, you will. I’m never letting you go again.”

I smiled under the sudden surge of giddiness flooding my system before I remembered exactly what this was. A ploy, a trick. He still hadn’t realized who I was to him. No matter how many clues I gave him, I remained Alice, a random French woman who sought him out.

I climbed off him. “I need to get back before my—”

He jerked me back down on top of him, a savage glow to his eyes. “What did I just say? You’re mine.”

In quick movements, he flipped us around and bent me over on my hands and knees.

“You stay with me.” His palm cracked against my ass. The sting rippled through me, and I let it take over me, soothe me, and release me from my thoughts.

“You’re not leaving.”

He slapped my other ass cheek.

“Not without me by your side.”

Slap. I moaned around the heating ache.

“Protecting you.”

Slap. He switched cheeks again, and I rocked into the touch, my pussy tingling and desperate again. Why did I love this so much?

“Holding you.”

His palm cracked against my butt, and my juices trickled down my thighs.

“Fucking you.”

He kneaded my cheeks, soothing the burn, and rubbed his still rock-hard erection against my slit from behind in tantalizing strokes that electrified my insides.

“Is this what you want, sweetheart? I’ll give it all to you. I’ll be the devil to your angel, forever. You’re stuck with me.”

“Oui,” I whimpered, my voice cracking. “God, yes.”

“Good answer.”

With his hand wrapped around my throat, he pulled my back to his chest and impaled me in one single thrust. My breath locked in my lungs, unable to escape, unable to take any more in. I was so full, and he was so deep, it felt like I’d never dislodge him. I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to. His fingers squeezed, and his teeth nibbled on my earlobe, making one thing clear. I was at his mercy, and that frightened me because this wasn’t at all what I had planned when I stormed into the basement of his gym, and only now was I realizing how easily he’d gotten me to forget my purpose, again.

“Just…” The word splintered out of me, hoarse and scratchy. “Just tell me why. Why me?”

“Why?” he snarled, hot and heavy in my ear, the sound like the crash of a whip. “You really want to know why?”

Desperately, but I couldn’t admit that. Not when this all sounded like he was playing to my fantasies. I was the woman who always got left behind. The woman who was never good enough, no matter how hard I tried. The woman who forced herself into her husband’s life just to get him to pay attention.

His punishing grip on my hip renewed. Slowly, he pulled his cock out to the tip, and I regretted the question if it meant this stopped. Then he rammed himself back inside me to the hilt.

“You. Make. Me. Feel.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust of his hips.

He didn’t say more. His cock said it for him—in and out, it split me open, thrust after thrust. He took me at a frantic pace I’d never experienced before. Hard. Demanding. Punishing. Each time he buried himself inside me, I gasped. The pressure built and built. The twinge of pain rocketed the pleasure higher. His balls slapped against my clit, and each buck of him against me rammed me closer to that peak, his piercing homing in on my g-spot in the best possible way. Ragged cries tore out of me. Heat shot through me. His belt scratched against the tile. That grating sound merged with the obscene squelches of our arousals as he pounded into me like a man possessed.

“Look at that cunt. Sucking me in. Who owns this pussy?”