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She panted as he picked up his pace, feeling everything spiraling dangerously out of control so, so fast. “I hate asking anyone for anything, but you”—she shuddered—“when you stare at me like you own me and you growl my name…I want to drop to my knees and beg you.”
Everything about that turned him on. The idea of her kneeling while he commanded her to do whatever he fucking needed and wanted…all while unraveling her body and making her come and scream for him? Jesus, he could barely contain his arousal at the thought.
“I own you,” he said roughly as he plunged in again and again, shaking the bed. “Look at me.”
When his fingers tightened on her face, she sobbed. He let up, afraid that he’d hurt her. But she scratched desperately at his arms, her hips urging him to fuck her faster. Then she opened her eyes—so blue, so dilated and full of hazy, dreamy passion. He wasn’t hurting her at all; he was taking her higher.
She was getting off on his commands.
He stared down into her eyes, connecting them far beyond where their bodies joined. “That’s a good girl.Mygood girl.”
“Yes,” she breathed out.
“Say it.”
“Your good girl.”
He couldn’t help it, he dipped his head and took her mouth again, tattooing her sweetness on his tongue and rewarding her for her beautiful surrender. She gave him her mouth and her trust, turning herself over to him utterly and fueling a need he hadn’t felt in three agonizing years, since the last time he’d been inside her.
God, this excruciatingly dizzying pleasure was about to send him over, but he needed Madison with him first.
Anchoring his other hand on the edge of the bed, he used it to batter his way even deeper inside her. “Put your feet on the mattress and tilt up so I can fill every part of your pussy.”
She complied immediately and tightened, slowly beginning to contract on him as he slid even deeper. “Matt…”
Fuck, she felt insanely good. And he loved how desperate she sounded. “Very good girl. You’re close.”
“So close.” That whine in her voice made her sound near tears—and jacked him up even more.
“Admit that I own you.” Some functioning part of his brain warned he was pushing her too hard, too fast. He should slow down, talk to Madison, make sure she felt not just banged but worshipped. Yet his intrinsic need to establish his claim blew past all common sense.
“You own me,” she gasped, sounding somewhere between thrilled and ashamed.
“That’s right. Now tell me that I can have you any time I want, any way I want, anywhere I want.”
“Yes. Yes!”
Her cries fed his need to call her his in every single way. No idea where that went or what tomorrow brought, but he accepted the sublimely exquisite moment and fucked her harder, until the bed squeaked like it might fall apart, until she cried out on the verge of climax, until he felt the heat and the need and every feeling he’d ever tried to deny about Madison converge and swell. The sensation gained pressure and traction in his balls, hovering on the precipice of an explosion like nothing he’d ever felt or imagined. “Come.”
“Matt…”
He couldn’t wait. “Come now!”
She came apart around him like a goddess, sensual and flushed, gripping and milking him like nothing he’d ever experienced. Need fired through his body and tore down his cock, destroying all sense of decorum or right and wrong. And he came with a blinding, hoarse cry. For a dazzling moment, his senses were full of only her. Gravity no longer existed. And once the ecstasy had flattened him, all that remained was Madison wrapped tightly around him, the fear they had crossed some point of no return, and the certainty he would never be the same again.
* * *
Madison was still trying to catch her breath and grapple with the implication that Matt had come for her when someone pounded on the door.
He stiffened. He was still hard as hell as he withdrew from her sensitive sex and swore. “Who is it?”
“Hunter.”
“Fuck.” Matt yanked up his pants and scrambled to find his shirt when he turned to her. “You should get dressed. This is going to get ugly.”
Because his boss would be angry she and Matt had had sex? Or would Hunter berate her for running out on Nash? The second she’d fled, she had called 911 to make sure he got help. But what if that hadn’t been enough? What if the police had come too late?
With worry on her lips, she lurched off the bed. But when she opened her mouth to ask about his condition, semen ran hot down her thigh. Reflexively, she reached for the sheet and wiped herself as Matt thrust on his shirt.
