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She had to be tamed.
Her skin had reddened from his smack, and he stroked it gently and positioned the head of his cock against her opening.
She pushed back into him and he grabbed her hips, then gave her another smack. “Stop it.”
Gone was the ice princess who’d flown with him on the jet from Chicago. She was breathing heavy, panting as if she’d run a long distance.
The problem was, she wasn’t the only one out of her mind with need. His cock felt like a stick of dynamite next to a blazing fire. He wanted to bring her to the breaking point, to make her suffer, but he was dangerously close to losing control himself.
“Tell me you want it,” he said.
Tell me you want me.He bit back the words.
“I want it,” she gasped.
He slapped her other ass cheek. The crack rippled through the room. “You want what?”
“You. Your cock,” she panted. “Inside me.”
He drove into her with a savage thrust. Two months earlier, he would have worried about hurting her.
Now he didn’t care.
He wanted her to hurt, wanted her to hurt like he’d hurt when he read her letter, when she’d made a mockery of everything he’d felt for her.
She cried out into the room. Her shoulders trembled, her long hair falling down her back. But he could tell it wasn’t pain she felt. Her pussy was like a clenched fist around his cock, every muscle in her body coiled with the effort of holding back her orgasm.
“Don’t you dare come,” he ordered.
He held still and used the time to compose himself, to push back his own release.
“Please…” she begged.
If he hadn’t been so desperate to come himself, he would have enjoyed her pleading.
“If you come before I give you permission, you will not have this cock again in this lifetime, Kira.”
“I hate you,” she said.
He almost laughed. “The feeling is mutual. But you offered yourself up as a peace offering. This is the price.”
She dropped her head and her long hair formed a curtain around her face.
He waited a few more seconds, then dragged himself out of her. Leaving her warmth was painful, but he hesitated before driving into her again. Her suffering was worth every ounce of his own.
It was proof: she wanted him. Maybe not the way he’d wanted her in the fall. Maybe not with the heart and soul he’d given her then.
But she wanted his body, wanted him to fuck her.
Right then, it was enough.
He dove into her again, and this time he couldn’t wait. He pulled out and drove back in, his body picking up its pace even as he tried to take it slow.
It had been so long. So long since he’d been inside her. So long since he’d listened to her moans in the dark, the gasping that always preceded her orgasm.
So long since her naked body had been pressed to his.
His need was primal, his release inevitable.
