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Montgomery wound his hand around my hair, holding me in place. “You don’t seem to understand that whether in business or in pleasure, you will never be in charge. I guess we’re going to need to work on that further.”

I felt the pressure as he pushed the tip of his cock to my dark hole. “I’ve never done this. I don’t think I can…” The words trailed off. I was horrified at admitting something so personal, especially to a man who was determined to have all of me. Then there was the humiliating fact that tears were threatening to give me away, pushing me out of control. I could tell I was ready to lash out, unable to control my actions.

But when he pressed a series of kisses down my spine, he threw me once again. The dichotomy of his actions as well as his words was so damn confusing.

“Relax, sweet Aspen. The only pain you’re going to receive is from the lash of my belt, the flat of my hand.”

His words were comforting, allowing me to take a series of deep breaths. He peppered another series of kisses on my skin before pushing his cock in another inch.

The instant slice of pain was biting, forcing me to jerk up, fighting his hold all over again. “Oh, God. I just…” I was blubbering like some child. God, I hated myself. He replaced his lips with his fingers, sliding them down my spine sensually. I squeezed my eyes closed, concentrating on his actions. By the time he’d reached the base of my spine, I was no longer as tense. That’s when I realized he’d slid several additional inches inside.

My muscles strained to accept his girth, the pain becoming nothing more than discomfort. When he thrust the remainder inside, I let out a ragged moan.

As he began to drive into me, every move slow and easy, the last remnants of any level of anguish disappeared, the sensations now pleasant.

“Tight everywhere. Just the way I like it.” His tone was dark and just as demanding as before, the silky vibes drilling through me. He gripped my hip as he began plunging in and out, taking the final step at fulfilling his promise.

Making me his.

I kept my eyes closed, sliding my arms over my head as I thought about the ramifications of our actions. I’d defied my own principles for one night of raw bliss, surrendering in every way.

I’d become his toy.

His sinful treat.

His possession.

Whatever would happen after this, I knew couldn’t be good for either one of us. In fact, I had a gut feeling that my world would be destroyed.

Not by my work ethic.

But by his unbridled desire.

He was brutal in his actions, thrusting harder and faster. I clung to the edges of the table, the force he used jarring, but as I fully relaxed, I realized how much I was enjoying the moment. Panting, I tried to hold on as he continued, butterflies swarming my stomach. Within seconds, I knew he was finally ready to release, filling me with his seed.

And once again, I disobeyed him, squeezing my muscles.

As he exploded deep inside, he issued another ragged roar.

Only this time, it was one of conquest.

CHAPTER7

Montgomery

Fire.

I’d once thought of little more than the warmth from a fire, a way to keep heat resonating throughout the body. That had been before the tragedy years ago. Now I knew just how powerful flames could be.

And how destructive.

I’d had a firefighter tell me once that a fire was a living and breathing beast. I’d learned that the hard way. I’d shied away from fires for a long time, no matter how cold the night or how much my bones ached.

Yet on this night I couldn’t take my eyes off the roaring fire in front of me, mesmerized by the way the flames had a slight tint of blue.

The beast inside of me, or what Robert called my demon, was quiet, sated from the rough round of sex. I had difficulty understanding how a carnal act could drain the rage when nothing else had been able to before.

“Would you like a glass of wine?”

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