Page 132 of Inflict

She was wet enough that he found no resistance there, and even with the walls of her pussy clamping down around his cock, she was nice and open for him. Each push of his hips was punctuated by another swat of his hand landing on some part of her thighs or arse, though softer than he had been spanking her before. She could take it—she would like it, too, he knew—but he might like to have her sitting in his lap later on, and that wouldn’t be possible if she was full of welts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Evelyn mumbled, her cheek pressed into the countertop. “I just want to come.”

“You will.”

But it wouldn’t be easy.

Not after all he’d done.

She’d have to work for it.

She’d have to want it bad.

Evelyn tossed her head back, her strawberry waves flicking over her sweat-slicked spine. This was how he loved her best, Connor decided. When she was free, chasing a high, and it was all because of him.

Nothing else quite compared to that.

He was right—it took her a while to get to her peak again, even when she begged him to ride her harder, even when tears streaked down her cheeks from the sensations coursing through her system. It was almost as though she was afraid to reach for her orgasm, because he might take it away again.

Connor didn’t, and he certainly didn’t ease up as she came, either. Instead, he rode her harder, one hand grabbing onto her hip to pull her into him faster, the other tangling into her hair so he could watch her face while she came.

Such a beautiful sight …

It was only after, as Evelyn laid spent over the island counter, her legs still spread, and her arms still tied, that she took a deep breath and spoke. “You didn’t finish, did you?”

Connor chuckled, letting his hand drift over her heated skin with a soft touch. “I’m not done.”

“You’re going to kill me.”

“I think this is exactly what you wanted. Some attention, am I right?”

Evelyn’s back lifted into the palm of his hand as he stroked her spine. “Maybe.”

“You don’t need to throw pans at me to get a good ride, lass.”

“I don’t know; this worked pretty well for me.”

“Well, we’re not done yet, though.”

Connor didn’t even have to look up from his work to know Evelyn was standing in the doorway, watching him. Her presence was impossible to ignore, especially for him. He always felt her when she was near. It was one of the ways he knew that he loved her.

Since that morning, when she’d tricked him into a reaction, pretending she had wanted attention, he felt something was off with her. She kept her distance, as much as she could in the brownstone, but he knew something was wrong.

Connor just didn’t know where to start, he figured Evelyn would come to him when she was ready.

“You need something, love?”

“No.”

Her quiet response was punctuated with a soft sigh. Connor finally looked up from the design he was working on, one of the only things—beside her—that gave him any peace lately. He was learning that taking over a criminal organization, and stepping into the highest seat of said organization, was far from simple and easy.

Insubordinate men.

Ignorant arseholes.

Bad blood with other organizations.

It just never ended.