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“Oh, but I do. I want to know what every other woman you’ve brought into this bedroom has experienced.”
His eyes glowed with a savage light. “Fine...have it your way.”
He drew back until his cock pulled right out of her, then he flipped her around so that she was on her stomach. Leaning back over her, he aligned his shaft against her pussy, then thrust back inside her with a long, satisfied grunt.
Her breath hissed from out of her lungs, her inner muscles protesting.
If he noticed he didn’t let on. He rocked back inside her, and this time the practiced motion was uncompromisingly hard, almost violent, his bed creaking rhythmically as his balls slapped her ass. His hands dug into her hips. “Is. This. What. You. Want?”
She fisted the blankets at the friction, at the heady mix of pleasure and pain. She cranked her head a little, watching him fuck her, his long, hard dick pushing in and out with cadenced precision. “Yes,” she hissed. “That’s exactly what I want.”
His eyes blazed as they held hers. “No, it’s not,” he denied. He reached between her thighs and pinched her clit, setting her off like a firecracker. “That’s what you want,” he refuted.
She jerked with a shriek at the unexpected bolt of shock that coalesced into pleasure. As her inner muscles contracted greedily around him, grasping at his shaft, he threw his head back and growled something indecipherable. The cords of his neck bulged and his eyes rolled back in his head, his seed pulsing into the condom as he surrendered right along with her.
“Holy shit,” he muttered hoarsely, then he slumped over her, his breath warm against her damp skin as he nuzzled her throat before he carefully withdrew from her. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice hoarse and a little uncertain.
“Not at all.” He needn’t know she wasn’t being completely honest. She’d relished the pleasure with the pain. She stretched a little, feeling his eyes on her naked back and butt, her saturated pussy when she opened her legs a little to give him a show. “It’s exactly what I needed from you.”
What I’ve been craving.
He climbed off his bed to dispose of his condom. When he strode back and climbed into bed next to her, he drew her onto her side against him, her back to his front. “Why haven’t you been with anyone else?” he asked gently.
She smirked, finding it strangely amusing that he was being gentle with her now after abusing her body. That he’d done as she’d asked made her far more comfortable answering his question. “I guess I never really trusted anyone enough to give them my body.”
He expelled a heavy breath, one of his hands tightening on her hip.
She cleared her throat. “I had plenty of opportunities, even dated a pilot for a few months. But I-I guess I never wanted him enough. Not even to join the mile high club.”
Her mouth twitched at the memory. Bernard had been so desperate to take her, he’d imagined spilling his seed inside her while she wore her hostess uniform would have turned her on as much as it did him. But not even the nicest—or nastiest—guy she’d dated had made her want to move on from the one man she’d been in love with since...forever.
“Why join the mile high club when you flew right here in my bedroom,” Aiden murmured.
She snorted, her laugh as desperate as those feelings she’d carried inside her for too long already. She’d hoped having sex with him would have satisfied her enough to move on, instead she craved more. That a part of her had even hoped he might be terrible in bed, made her want to laugh out loud.
If their chemistry before the breakup had been anything to go by, Aiden was never going to be a dud between the sheets. He’d been perfect in every way. Even her sore and throbbing pussy was willing to take another pounding just to feel him there again, to experience one more time the exquisite friction that pushed her to nirvana and into another dimension.
She turned in his arms. “You haven’t changed one bit,” she mused softly.
His stare held hers. “I could say the same about you, Luna.” He brushed a frizzy length of blonde hair behind her ear. “Last time we were together you begged for me to make love to you.”
She shrugged. “And now I’ve finally got my wish.” She scraped her fingernails down his chest. “Except I made sure you fucked me.”
He frowned faintly. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I didn’t want you to make love to me. I wanted your animal instincts to take over. I wanted to remember you as the brute you always were.”
He stiffened behind her, his whole body coiled like a tiger’s about to pounce. “Breaking up with you didn’t make me a monster.”
“Just someone unfeeling and without a heart.” Her vision momentarily blurred. “But I don’t even care about that anymore, it’s all in the past.” So what if everything she told him was a lie. He didn’t need to know he broke her into so many pieces she’d never be whole again. She wound her arms around him. “What I do care about is how much you paid to be with me.”
“The auction doesn’t automatically mean the women have to have sex with the men.”
She laughed softly, scornfully. “Doesn’t it? I don’t know any man who’d pay a hundred thousand for a night of chitchat.”
“Maybe you’ve been hanging out with the wrong men?” he asked silkily.
Whatever humor she’d felt in that moment dried like a death knell in her throat. “Maybe.” She fluttered her lashes at him, then rubbed her crotch against his growing arousal. “Are you saying you’re Mr. Right?”
