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“That’s it. Ride me like a wild horse, Aspen. I want you to take exactly what you need.” I heard the husky tone in my voice, the deep baritone vibrating into the air around us. Her smile was coy, even more so than before. The woman truly believed she was getting to me.
After a few additional seconds, her body began to tense, her breathing ragged as she twisted her mouth.
“That’s it. Come for me, Aspen. Come on my cock.” My request seemed to drag the wild side of her out in the open. She gyrated harder and faster, tossing her head back and forth.
There was no way to think clearly any longer. When she was finally close, I cupped her breast, pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Oh, God. Yes. Yes. Yes.”
There was nothing like the feel of her exploding, her orgasm sweeping through her like a tidal wave. I twisted her hardened bud for a few seconds before moving to her other breast, concentrating on the way her lower lip quivered.
She lowered her head seconds later, her breathing still irregular. As she tangled her fingers in my hair, I eased my hand to her face, brushing my thumb back and forth across her mouth. Kissing her was just as spectacular as fucking her. She was so delicate, her actions and softness perfect examples of why I needed to stay away from her before I dragged her straight to hell.
“So freaking beautiful,” I whispered.
A few seconds later, she lifted her head, bucking against me again. I shook my head, lifting a single eyebrow before pushing her off my lap entirely.
“What’s wrong?”
I chuckled again as I leaned forward, sliding the glass onto the table. “Nothing is wrong. Turn around.”
She looked at me hesitantly before obeying, still shaking from anticipation of what I was going to do to her.
When I pulled her down again, immediately guiding my cock into her molten pussy, she threw a look over her shoulder, a smile crossing her face. I was aching to the point I knew my control wouldn’t last for long. I gripped her hips, pulling her up and down savagely. The sound of her thighs slapping against mine were a powerful aphrodisiac. Almost immediately I closed my eyes, relishing in the scent of our combined desire.
“Hot and wet.”
“Mmm… Yes, sir,” she murmured in return. “Hard and tight.”
I kept my hold, digging my fingers into her soft skin, lifting my hips off the chair as I pounded into her. This was all about taking everything I wanted, forcing her to surrender.
As my balls filled with seed, swelling to a painful point, I took another deep breath, praying to God I could walk away from her before it was too late.
Then again, the beast inside of me had already claimed her.
She’d already become my weakness, one that could easily be used against me. That wasn’t going to happen. If Prescott tried, I would make good on my own threat.
The man would die by my hands.
CHAPTER8
Montgomery
Sex.
I hadn’t felt the desire to enter into any kind of carnal activity for two years. Why the hell I’d purposely broken my own code of resistance was beyond me, except for the fact that Aspen was indeed a beautiful woman. She was also a born submissive, even though she would continue fighting the dark hunger buried deep within her for years to come. She managed to bring out my own sadistic needs, the kind of longing that I wasn’t certain deserved a second chance.
My cock twitched all over again at the thought of taking her. I could ravage her body all night long. Maybe I should have stayed and done just that. A round of visions popped into my mind all over again. She’d awakened the man inside.
One who was so dark and depraved that I wasn’t certain I knew him any longer. What I did know was that I was happier when I was around her. That was crazy. Maybe I was unhinged.
Laughing, I took a sip of my scotch, staring at the flames licking across the well-seasoned wood. I definitely had a love-hate relationship with the house I’d built. After Carmine’s death, I’d found it difficult to stay in the house, but I took comfort from being here. Besides, it suited my needs on every level. Once again, I thought about the playroom located upstairs. Maybe it would find use again one day. I rubbed the glass across my forehead, still surprised that Aspen had managed to pull me into the light. I’d enjoyed my time with her, maybe too much.
I spent a good portion of my time in this room, often falling asleep on the couch. It suited me with the dark interior and leather furniture. Carmine had called it my man cave, the only location in the house she refused to spend any time in. She’d teased me relentlessly about my taste in décor. Hell, she’d been right. What did I know about decorating a home?
There was almost six thousand square feet in the main house, and I refused to enter several of the rooms.
Fuck. I closed my eyes briefly, struggling with the images and memories rushing inside. As I fingered the glass, swirling it back and forth on my thigh, I shoved aside the ugliness, returning my thoughts to Aspen. She’d pushed every button in her attempt to jar me out of the obvious funk I’d placed myself into. She’d done so in spades, but not in the manner she was likely thinking.
