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“You,” I breathe.
“Hmm,” he mumbles against my skin. “And if you ever let any man other than my brothers touch you, I will fucking kill him. You got that?”
“Yes,” I gasp as the warmth spreads through my thighs and stomach. As if he wasn’t already hot enough, this possessive side of him makes me practically pant with need.
“This is mine, Jessie,” he snarls as he slips his fingers out of me and palms my pussy roughly. “Mine,” he repeats just before he bites down on my shoulder.
“Yours,” I agree.
“Now look in that mirror and watch me fuck you,” he says as he shifts himself between my thighs and nudges the end of his cock into my entrance. I drag my eyes to meet his in his reflection and the fire in them almost takes my breath away.
He tugs on one of my nipples and pinches my clit between two fingers just as he drives his cock into me, and I cry out in pleasure. “You feel that, Angel? I fit inside you so fucking perfectly. Your pussy was made for my cock.”
I love this side of him so much. The filthy talking, possessive alpha that he doesn’t let out very often back in the penthouse in New York. “Who do you belong to, Conor?” I purr.
He thrusts his hips harder, almost lifting me off the dresser as he rails into me. “You, Angel. Only you. Always.”
After he has fucked me for the second time tonight, I lie on the bed, tracing my fingers over Conor’s chest and down to his abdomen. “Why won’t you punish me?” I whisper.
He sighs deeply and grabs hold of my hand, lacing his fingers with mine. “I want to be everything you need, Angel. And I would love to put you over my knee and spank that incredible ass. Or tie you to my bed and stripe your skin with my belt. But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“But I like a little pain,” I remind him.
“I think you like more than a little, Jessie, and that’s the problem.”
I lean up on my elbow. “I don’t understand,” I say and he turns to face me.
“I love the way we fuck. I don’t want to lose that. And I’m scared of losing control with you, Angel. That first time we had sex in my room, I tied you up, and I spanked your ass. Hard. And you fucking giggled, Jessie.”
“Sorry,” I blush.
He shakes his head and laughs softly. “I don’t want you to apologize. You didn’t hurt my feelings, but, you scared me.”
“Why?”
He takes a deep breath. “When I was a little kid, I hated violence. I was terrified of my father and the beatings he used to give me and Shane, not to mention my poor mum. The sight of blood used to make me feel sick. But when I was eleven, my father made me start bare knuckle fighting. I pretty much sucked when I first started out, but if I wanted to avoid getting my ass kicked every week, I had to learn to get used to it. So I did. And I got real good at it too. You saw me in that basement back in New York. You saw what I did to those men. To do that, I have to go to a place where nothing can touch me, Jessie. And I can’t do that with you.”
I lean forward and press a soft kiss against his temple. “I could reach you when you’re in that place, though. You would never hurt me. I trust you.”
He smiles at me and brushes his fingertips lightly over my cheek. “But I don’t trust you, Angel.”
His words are like a knife twisting in my heart and I try to shrink back from him, but he's too quick. Slipping his arm back around my waist, he holds me close. “How can you say that?” I blink at him.
“Don’t get upset. I trust you with my life and my darkest secrets, but I don’t trust that you’d tell me when you’ve had enough. I’m not sure you’d even know when you’ve had enough. And if I went to that place and you didn’t pull me out, I might really hurt you, and I would never forgive myself. I couldn’t stand for you to look at me after that.”
“You think I don’t know how much pain I can take?” I snap, unable to hide my annoyance.
“I think there is a difference between how much pain you can take and how much I’d be willing to give you. Or how much you need. I’m pretty sure you can handle a hell of a lot of pain, Angel.” He runs his hand down to my ass and squeezes softly. “And that’s why I won’t go there with you. Not yet.”
“But you might one day?”
“Maybe,” he shrugs. “When you appreciate what your limits are.”
“And how will you know that, though?” I arch an eyebrow at him. “If you think I’d let you push me too far, how could you be sure when I know what my limits are?”
He leans down and dusts his lips across my cheek. “Because Shane will tell me,” he chuckles softly. “He’s desperate to see how far he can push you.”
“So you think it’s okay for him to punish me, but not you?”
