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Her heart pounding and her devil urging her on, Havana rushed into the living area, conscious of him chasing—
Her breath whooshed out of her as an arm wrapped around her waist from behind and yanked her against a hard chest. “Motherfucker.”
Ignoring her struggles, the bastard wrestled her to the floor. He flipped her onto her back, yanked down her bra, and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
She inhaled sharply and clamped her hands around his shoulders. Jesus, that felt good. Too good. But she wasn’t ready to give into him yet. She didn’t shove him away, though, because it would hurt like a bitch while he was letting her feel the edge of his teeth on her nipple. Each rough suckle sent a spark of pleasure straight to her pussy.
Even as her devil snarled at his insistence on subduing and dominating her, she didn’t want him to stop. It wasn’t that she or Havana wanted to be ordered around or disciplined. They just wanted a male who knew what he was about in the bedroom; one who owned his strength in such a way that he could take control.
Havana wasn’t ashamed of it. It was a natural part of her sexuality that she liked to explore and didn’t bother to question. During the battle for dominance, she was the focus of his world, just as he was hers. There was no room for thoughts of anyone or anything else.
She never felt weak in the moment when she finally yielded. It wasn’t an expression of weakness, it was a concession that he’d earned the right to take control—something she’d wanted him to do all along. And once he had it, he was on a major high. There was something empowering for her about being responsible for that high he was on. But neither of them would come to that point if he didn’t earn it.
He slid his hand down her stomach and slipped it into her panties, unerringly finding her clit. She couldn’t help but moan as he worked it hard—flicking, rubbing, pinching, and rolling the tip of his finger around it first one way then the other. Damn, the bastard was good.
“That’s it, very good,” he praised before latching onto her nipple again.
What, he thought she’d yielded this soon? Pfft. She scratched his nape hard enough to make him release her nipple with a snarl. Using a fancy defensive move, she flipped him over, leaped to her feet, and ran.
She didn’t get far.
He tackled her again mere seconds later, sending them both to their knees. She swore as he then bent her upper body over the chair cushion and curved himself around her.
He growled into her ear, “I wasn’t done.” He palmed her breast and shoved his free hand into her panties. “Fucking take what I give you.” Not in the least deterred by her struggles, he expertly played with her clit as he cupped and shaped her breast, pausing every now and then to pinch and tweak her nipple until it throbbed.
She tried to resist just sinking into the moment, she honestly did, but it was so goddamn hard. He knew her every weak spot. Knew her every hot button. Knew exactly what to whisper in her ear to ramp up the need racing through her.
She hissed. “You’re a fucking dick.”
Tate felt his mouth kick up into a smile. “Oh, I know that.” He slid his hand deeper into her panties, slipped his finger through her slick folds, and dipped it inside her. She squirmed, trying to drive herself onto his finger, but he used the weight of his body to pin her in place. “You want my finger deeper, baby? Hmm? Then all you have to do is stop fighting.”
She twisted her head and bit his jaw hard, which he could have ignored if her hand hadn’t reached down and squeezed his balls through his jeans—it didn’t hurt, but it did make him flinch backwards in surprise. Then she was gone again.
Fuck. He pursued her fast, snatched her off her feet, and tossed her over his shoulder. Her fists pounded his back as he stalked into her bedroom, where he then threw on the mattress so hard that she bounced. She probably would have lunged at him if he hadn’t then collapsed on top of her and pinned her wrists above her head.
His poor baby writhed and cursed and growled in sheer exasperation. Tate transferred both her wrists to one of his hands and then snapped open his fly. He almost groaned in relief as his aching cock sprang free. He pulled her own fly wider open and, paying no attention to her struggles or insults, kissed and suckled on her throat while rubbing his cock against her clit through her panties. It wasn’t long before her growls became moans and she went from squirming to arching into him.
