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I continue. "In our world, it's not just about strength. It's about perception, control. Violence is a tool I have to use to set a perception of myself in front of my enemy, and to maintain control over my territory." Her eyes meet mine, and I can sense the vulnerability in her gaze.
"It's a dark world you live in," she says, staring right through me.
"It's the only one I know. And I'll do what it takes to protect what's mine." She remains silent, absorbing the weight of my words. I look at her pale face, and search for an emotion. Does she still hate me?
“I know this is all a lot for you. And I shouldn’t have taken you with me today–”
“I’m glad you did. I understand it better now.” Her tone is soft. I look into those blue eyes. I can’t resist the charm in them, and feel myself inching closer. Before I know it, she places her lips on mine. Her hands are in my hair and she is pushing me down to her mouth. I kiss her hard. She tastes of peppermint toothpaste. I twirl my tongue against hers and she moans in my mouth. I kiss her hungrily and deftly start to unbutton her blouse.
She kisses me just as hard. Fuck. She wants me. She puts her hands on my arm, to steady herself, and glances at me, tugging on my lower lip. Smoothing her hair out of the way, I tilt her head gently to the side, exposing her neck. Leaning in, I start sucking right below her ear. She makes a soft noise at the back of her throat. It’s arousing.
I put my lips back on hers again. Her hunger and passion are set free in our kiss, her tongue demanding and urgent as it fights mine for dominance. Her body rises and presses against mine as I remove her clothes. She’s warm.
I step back for a second to enjoy the view. I'm panting. I'm wanting, and she sits on the bed like a fucking goddess, staring me down, her eyes dark, carnal, her breasts rising and falling as she drags air into her lungs.
"Take your hair down." She yanks at her hair tie and her hair spills down over her shoulders and curls at her breasts. I play Unchained Melody on the CD player in the room.
"Do you have any idea how tempting you look right now?" My need affects my voice. She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and shakes her head. I feel my dick getting harder. I close my eyes for an instant and I move closer to her. She tilts her face up, and her eyes meet mine.
"I think you do, Miss Hart. I think you like to drive me wild."
"Do I drive you wild?" Damn, her voice.
"You fucking do." I reach down and grasp her leg above her knee and put it up around my waist. Slowly I go down, pressing my body into hers. My cock sits at the sacred junction of her thighs. I kiss her throat, my tongue tasting and savoring her. She wraps her arms around my neck and arches her back, pressing into me.
I groan and lift her higher, and quickly take my pants off. “Hold tight, baby.” I slide my cock into her. She’s so wet and hot. I spank her ass as I slide fully in and she moans again in response. "Good girl. Take it all." With my eyes on hers, I fuck her, slowly. Fuck, that feels so good.
“You take me so well, baby girl. It’s like you were made for me.” She arches her back and closes her eyes and groans. Deeper with each stroke, with each jolt. I pull back and sink my cock slowly into her once more. This is what I want. This is what I needed after such a rough day.
She didn't run. She's here. With me.
"You just lost a bet, Miss Hart." My words wash against her throat.
"And you just won a date." Her words are barely a breathy moan. And it's exactly what I want to hear. So, I take her. Fast, furious.
With each little cry, each pant, each tug, I know she wants me, too.
Chapter Twenty-Four
ELLA
This is worth it. Worth losing the bet. This is what I think to myself as he fucks me. Hard. My body leaps to attention as his touch sends a delicious shiver through me. The subtle sheen of sweat trickling down his sculpted form stirs an unexpected arousal within me.
The air feels different when he's like this, and my attention gets pulled in. Those tiny beads of sweat, shining on his skin, make me feel a bit hornier, a bit hungrier. It's a raw and visceral. The droplets tracing a path along the contours of his body. The glistening evidence of his exertion ignites a fire within me and I want all of him. Now.
His hand flexes over my neck, and glides smoothly down my throat, across my clavicle, and up to my shoulder, his fingers kneading gently as they go. Under his careful ministrations, I feel my pussy tighten around his cock. He places his other hand on my other shoulder and begins another slow teasing journey across my clavicle.
I take a deep breath softly as he works his way down toward my boobs, aching for his touch. It's tantalizing. I arch my body farther into his caresses, but his hands glide to my sides, slow, measured, in time to the beat of the music, and studiously avoid my breasts. I groan, but I don't know if it's from pleasure or frustration.
An image of him torturing the man comes to my mind suddenly. The way his biceps were bulging, the protruding veins in his hand holding the power drill, that violence is arousing all of sudden.
"You are so stunning," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, his mouth next to my ear. He gives me a good, bulky stroke. Fuck. I'm on fire… his nearness, his hands, his words. Another stroke and he pulls his cock out.
I tip my head back and pant at the loss. His fingers run through my pubic hair, over my vagina, and he rubs the palm of his hand against my clitoris.
"Fuck you," I whisper as his palm works against me. I inhale sharply and he slaps my pussy.
“Fuck- again!” I wail.
