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The first spread, the first penetration, and the first claiming has her screaming out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I’m spreading her tight hole wide, but my dirty girl is clearly enjoying it as she claws into my back and pulls me even deeper inside of her.
The minute I’m balls deep, I pull out just enough so I can push back in with even more force than the time before. Drilling in and out, I fuck that pussy of hers so hard her moans mix with cries, and often morph to screams of my name.
We aren’t being quiet. We aren’t holding back.
Our sounds of pleasure are reverberating off the walls and there is no doubt in my mind neighbors can hear. But let them listen. Let them covet. Let them picture what is by far the roughest, wildest, fucking one can have.
Her body morphs with mine. Her kisses on my neck turn to bites. And I only push and pull repeatedly, demanding her completion with each driving movement.
Finally, the walls of her pussy tighten like a vise as she thrusts her tits up to me, closes her eyes, and moans as her body convulses beneath me. Her orgasm is all I need to allow mine to finally erupt.
But it won’t end here. This is round one. I have many rounds in me, and by the time I’m done fucking her, she’ll never forget her time in London. Her pussy will tighten with the remembrance of how I punished her pussy over and over again until she begged me for mercy.
Chapter Eighteen
VALENTINA
“Let’s go ahead and sell off a thousand shares then and move the proceeds into the new global fund you’re recommending.”
The desire to scream is almost undeniable. Having to sit and listen to Atlas on call after call for the last three days is starting to take its toll on my mental state. As if having an international criminal hunting me down for sport wasn’t stressful enough, listening to Atlas moving his millions around as if it were monopoly money is about to push me over the edge.
Doing my best to maintain some semblance of control, I walk to the window and pull the sheer curtain aside and peek out at the London sunshine. My early excitement at being in a brand-new country has worn off, not because the scenery outside looks any less inviting, but thanks to the lack of being able to explore, I’ve had to squelch my elation. It’s becoming a chore pushing down the urge to escape the room to go out and explore.
“You should step away from the window,” Atlas orders, apparently off his third call of the day and it isn’t even noon yet.
I let the sheer drapery fall back into place, knowing full well if there were a sniper in one of the surrounding buildings trying to take us out, the nearly see-through fabric isn’t going to stop the bullet.
Turning, I take my frustration out on my current roommate. “I can’t leave the room, and now I can’t even look out the damn window?” I wave my arm for good measure.
“Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” he taunts, daring to grin as he sips the coffee Rowan had delivered with breakfast.
“Screw you.” I grind out before adding, “It must be nice to be able to lounge around, having so much money you need to keep moving it all around. Meanwhile, my landlord in New York is probably preparing to evict me if I don’t get my rent over to him in the next week,” I shout as I feel the panic squeezing my chest.
“You really need to learn to relax. Think of this as a vacation.”
The bastard has the nerve to lecture me about relaxing when he’s been able to maintain his entire business schedule without interruption.
“Some of us don’t get to take vacations, Atlas,” I snap, my voice rising. “I have a lot of people relying on me.” My voice cracks, just thinking about the urgent text my brother had sent yesterday about them taking my father to the hospital for his breathing problems. Not only does his health stress me out but knowing how big the fucking hospital bills are going to be gives me an ulcer.
“Maybe I need to fuck you bent over the bed again. That seemed to take your mind off your problems last night.”
“Jesus, you have a one track mind. Can’t you think of anything else but sex?”
Despite my words, my mind flashes back to remember how hard I’d come the night before. He wasn’t wrong. Thinking of all of the sexy things Atlas has done to my body while in this room does take my mind off the more stressful worries rattling around in my head.
Atlas stands, taking the few steps it takes to reach me standing near the window. Somehow, in the few short days we’ve been sequestered together, it has become the norm for him to accost me every chance he gets. That doesn’t really surprise me. The shocking part is that I’m learning to like it.
