Page 61 of Handle Me

I blinked, shaking my dazed head. “I don’t want you to.”

“I’m trying to tell you,” he said, sounding more strained than ever, “that I can’t be gentle or loving. Not right now. Not after that. I just want to fuck you like a goddamn animal.”

“Oh…” I inhaled sharply and met his burning eyes. “Then fuck me, Anders. Don’t hold back.”

He froze as if considering for a split second before he was on me. His body crushed against me, and my thighs parted willingly. Anders seized control instantly, reaching between our pinned bodies and shoving his cock inside me. Reaching over our heads, he grabbed hold of the headboard for leverage, and then he delivered exactly what he’d warned he would. His hips bucked, thrusting hard, and I exploded like he’d hit some invisible button. The never-ending orgasm ripped through me, and I screamed his name. Anders drove harder, forcing every last fragment of my climax out. Finally, I hooked my arms around his neck, completely spent.

But he didn’t relent. He fucked me so hard that it hurt. His cock knocked against my womb, battering it with ruthless abandon. The agony stretched me open, and I found something new—an unholy union of torment and release. I nearly choked as it gripped my body, and I splintered around the new center of my existence.

Anders smashed his lips to mine as he spilled inside me. The kiss slowed as he settled into his release. Then it deepened into something far more serious than any line we’d crossed tonight. An arm slipped under my back, and he rolled us to our sides, but he didn’t pull out. I wrapped my leg around him to allow him to linger inside me. When we finally broke the kiss, he pressed his damp forehead to mine.

“Thank you,” he murmured, surprising me.

I snorted softly. “I think I just orgasmed for twenty minutes straight. I should be thanking you.”

“Never.” He brushed the tip of his nose against mine. “It’s just one of the many services I offer.”

“Exclusively, I hope.”

Anders tensed, and I realized the implication of my words.

I backpedaled as fast as I could. “I’m sorry, I meant—”

“Don’t,” he cut me off. “Don’t take it back.”

“I don’t want you to feel like…” What didn’t I want him to feel like? That I expected exclusivity? I didn’t really have the right to demand that after all the rules we’d established.

“I meant what I said earlier.” His words were rough around the edges. “I’d be honored if you were mine.”

I swallowed, uncertain how to feel about this. There was something between us—something that extended beyond the physical. But whatever it was, was it worth the hell we’d endure in the public eye? “Anders, you don’t want my world,” I reminded him.

“I don’t want their world,” he corrected me. “But I’m stuck in it anyway.”

“So, what does that mean?” I squirmed away, finally disentangling our bodies so that I could look at him. “You might as well fuck me if you’re stuck here?”

“That’s not what I meant, boss,” he said, sighing heavily. “If I thought I could drag you back to my house and keep you there, I would. But I know that’s not going to happen.”

“I don’t know.” I couldn’t help smiling. “A few more nights like this, and I might be open to the possibility.”

He grinned back at me. “Don’t tempt me. There is plenty more where that came from.”

My thighs squeezed together as a pang shot through my core. “Even more of what happened in the kitchen?”

“Is that what you want, boss?”

“I’m not sure that nickname really fits anymore.” I flushed as I admitted the truth. “Not if I’m going to let you do things like…” I didn’t have the vocabulary for the place he’d shown me tonight.

“Dominate you?” he offered carefully.

“Um, I guess.” It felt stupid to suddenly be so shy, given what had just happened between us.

Anders gazed at me, his eyes piercing straight through me. “I dominated you,” he said, the words thick on his tongue, “and you submitted to it.”

“Was I supposed to?” I asked, a little shaken by this revelation.

“Fuck, I wanted you to.” He leaned closer and kissed me. “But only if you want it, too.”

“I do,” I confessed. Just admitting it soothed the nerves clawing at me. He was right. I hadn’t just allowed him to dominate me. I had submitted. It might all be new to me, but I understood what he meant. “It was like I went somewhere else, but not to get away, if that makes sense.”