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Quickly straddling the bench, he dropped the strap and ran his hands over her hot red cheeks.
“Gorgeous,” he muttered. “Your ass is mine now, and I’ll make sure it gets everything it needs,” he grunted, nipping her skin with his thumb and forefinger, “and my cock. You’ll love my cock.”
“Sir, Sir,” she cried urgently. “I’m there…”
“I’ll bet you are,” he growled, grabbing his stiffened member and stroking feverishly, “but that orgasm is mine. You have to ask.”
“Please, Sir, please can I come, ooh, please…?”
“Let it go, girl,” he ordered, his voice a deep rasp. “Let it go now.”
Pulling her apart and placing his member inside the cleft of her cheeks, he gripped them tightly and began sliding back and forth. With her orgasmic cries filling the small space, he exploded, shooting his essence inside her warm, dark crack.
* * *
Vaguely conscious and her body tingling, Steph became aware of Marco’s strong fingers rubbing her back and shoulders. She barely recalled the vibrator being taken out, the straps removed, and her wrists being freed from the handcuffs. Wordlessly lifting her up, he placed her over his shoulder like a rag doll and carried her up the stairs. Moving down a hall, he opened a door and entered a bedroom.
“You need to rest,” he declared, laying her on a bed and covering her with a blanket. “There’s water on the nightstand. I’ll be back soon.”
Weak and exhausted, with half-lidded eyes she watched him disappear through the door.
A key turned.
It didn’t matter.
She had no energy to try to escape, and no fight left… for the moment.
Chapter 5
Though Marco rarely turned off his phone, he’d had no intention of being interrupted while enjoying himself with the gorgeous photographer. Walking briskly down the hall, he pulled it from his pocket and turned it on. He wasn’t surprised to see a text from Benny, but reading the message sent a frown across his brow.
I found something interesting beneath the floor mat in her car. It’s on your desk. I also have her purse. She’d locked it in the trunk. Her car is covered with a tarp. Heading to her apartment.
His pulse ticking up, Marco hurried into his den and strode quickly across to his antique Civil War desk. He deeply respected and admired the old-time generals. They’d been resilient, tenacious, and tough, relying on their wits and cunning as much as their guns and cannons. Picking up the crumpled piece of paper, his frown grew deeper.
License plate numbers with dates and times.
He wasn’t the only one Steph had been keeping tabs on.
The first two belonged to him. A BMW X7 and his Range Rover.
The others he didn’t recognize, but he could guess.
Pondering her motivation, he dropped the paper into his top drawer.
Striding across to his drinks cabinet, he poured himself a splash of scotch and downed it in one gulp.
An idea suddenly floated through his head.
Pondering it for a minute, his eyes narrowed.
It was worth a try.
Marching hastily back down the hall, he paused outside the guest room to take a breath, then quietly turned the key and opened the door. Walking softly to the side of the bed and staring down at her sleeping body, a surge of anger rippled through him. It was obvious she’d been following him for more than just a photograph.
In a day or two she’d be telling him everything.
For the moment he wanted to know about the plates.
