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“This is how real men fuck.” I yanked on her head, keeping a firm hold as I went deep inside all over again. Just the way her pussy muscles clamped around my cock was enough to drive me to a new level of insanity. She was hot and wet, the feel of being inside of her a drug I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to live without. I slipped my arm around her waist, sliding my hand between her slickened thighs. The moment I rolled my finger around her swollen clit, her entire body started to shake.
She gasped and arched her back, her grip on the dresser becoming white knuckled. I’d never felt this possessive about a woman in my life, but it was so powerful I released my hold on her hair, instead wrapping my fingers around her lovely throat, squeezing until she issued a subtle whimper. Yet her eyes were closed, the woman somehow trusting me even though I had her life in my hands.
I’d never wanted to please a woman like I did her. I pinched her clit between my fingers, smiling as she writhed against me, meeting every hard thrust with one of her own. I could tell I was bringing her close to another orgasm, her breathing erratic.
“That’s it, baby,” I whispered in her ear. “Come for me again.”
She dragged her tongue across her lips, and I noticed in the mirror her lower lip was quivering. I plunged more savagely, adoring the sound of my skin slapping against hers. I sensed she was riding a wave of euphoria, which allowed me to finally let go.
As my balls swelled, I pulled her all the way against my chest, cupping her mound. When my body started shaking, she reached back, pressing her palm against my face.
I erupted deep inside and as soon as I did, a horrible sense of sadness and anger swept through me, igniting the violent side of me that was impossible to control. As I filled her with my seed, the ugliness inside of me broke through the surface.
She was right. This couldn’t happen again. She deserved better than a monster like me.
* * *
Chasity
“Oh…” I had my head down on the steering wheel, trying to control my breathing, which had been impossible the entire return trip. I wasn’t hyperventilating, but I was pretty darn close. I couldn’t remember half the drive from his ranch.
Him.
Snake.
Mr. Grumpy.
I couldn’t sit out here forever. I had other patients, people who actually wanted help. I jerked my head up, determined to push the incident out of my mind. Then I grabbed my purse and the mat, fighting with the door handle for a few seconds. As I stepped out into the late morning sun, an old, familiar feeling swept through me, and I was instantly put on alert. Hairs raised on the back of my neck as I tipped my head toward the parking lot.
The hospital faced a busy strip of road, the normal late lunch traffic drowning out all other noise, but I could just hear the distinct sound of metal scraping down the side of a car. It was the last sound I’d heard before…
No. I wasn’t in Baltimore. I was in majestic Missoula, Montana, God’s country. A place where most people didn’t bother locking their doors at night. A location that had some of the most picturesque scenery in the country. A wonderful place to raise a family.
The chances of him showing up were next to impossible. Even if he’d managed to get out, he didn’t know anything about my past or my family. I took a deep breath, surprised the fear had found its way back into my life. Why now?
As horrid memories surfaced, I was thrown into a trancelike state, which hadn’t occurred in over a year.
My hands were shaking, the sense of urgency breaking through the icy claws threatening to suffocate me.
I stormed inside, heading down the long corridor, barely acknowledging the two people who said hello. When I reached the clinic, I threw my head over my shoulder. While the dark, brooding custodian was casually looking at me, no one else had followed me inside. As I gathered the familiar smell of the floral air fresheners our director insisted on using, I allowed myself to feel safe.
Exhaling, I shifted my thoughts back to Snake, allowing the humiliation of my behavior to shove aside the terror.
I was in my office, and he wasn’t here. While the reassurance had allowed me to breathe, I couldn’t shake the feeling someone had been watching me in the parking lot.
No. No. Snake. The asshole. He’d seduced me and…
Wham!
“Goddamn son of a bitch.” Why? Why? Why? Was I braindead? Did I need a CAT-scan? There had to be something critically wrong with me.
“What the hell?” Shelly came rushing into my office, pressing her hand over her heart. “Are you okay?”
“Dandy. Peachy. How could I be any better.” I was still shaking all over.
“Do you want to tell me what’s going on or should I guess?”
I was already pacing the office. Tossing my purse against the wall hadn’t made me feel any better. I needed to smash it across everything in my itsy, bitsy office; however, I knew doing something that violent wouldn’t do me any good. “I’m fine.”
