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Just let go.
He’s in my head. Under my skin.
Prickling at my senses and chipping away years of repression.
“That’s it, beautiful. Take what you want,” he groans, tightening his grip, yet it’s my hips that move above his. It’s my control that keeps us at a torturous pace.
Everything in this room disappears. Consequences have no meaning; where we are or how we met. That no longer matters to me. I don’t care that he’s a client, is dangerous for me, and hates my family.
All I can concentrate on is what he makes me feel, and I let my instincts guide me.
“You make me want things, Malcolm. Things I shouldn’t think about until—”
He crashes his mouth to mine before I can finish. It’s urgent and rough, a raping of my senses that shreds the last bit of sanity I’m holding on to.
This time when my hips buck against him, its hard and fast, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure through every limb. A feeling I chase with another gyration, more closeness.
I want to feel his skin on mine. Every solid inch, so I settle for unbuttoning his shirt. “Get it off,” I whimper into his mouth, trembling as the last button slips free and the shirt reveals a strong chest below.
That’s when I see it. He has another tattoo.
On the right side of his chest is the large image of an owl in black and white with an all-seeing eye held tight in its claws. It’s beautiful, with bold lines and its intricate shading. The entire thing stands out against his slightly tanned skin, and I’m not the least bit embarrassed by my reaction to this.
It’s visual. It’s automatic. It’s instinctual.
I rub myself against his cock with hard little bucks of my hips while pushing the offending fabric back over his shoulders. My thighs clench with each roll, fingers tracing over his hard pecs and lower, over each solid indentation of his abdomen.
He’s strong. Defined. All man.
“Fuck,” he grunts out then, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. His hands wander lower to my bare thighs and flex over my skin; he’s fighting back his own need to take over. To touch me where no other man has. To claim what he believes is his. “Corrupting you, sweet girl, will be my greatest achievement. I’m going to enjoy watching you become my beautiful little slut. My every-fucking-thing.”
Those words on anyone else’s lips would incense me, but with him, I shiver with pleasure. Become wetter, the proof of my desire coating the front of his pants.
“I’m so close,” I breathe out, choking at the end on another moan as one of his large hands pushes me back to sit up, changing the angle. Thick and throbbing, he takes over my movements, arms flexing as he guides my body over his.
“Come for me, Twirl. Let go.”
“Please,” I beg for more. My limbs are thrumming with pleasure and my heart is racing. A delicious orgasm licks at my senses, almost there, when he releases my hip and brings a hand to my throat. “What are—”
“I’m not going to ask you again.” His fingertips trace my neck; his thumb, with the symbol of a cross tattooed on his skin, settles on my lower lip. Just sits there, while the rest of his hand spreads, caressing my neck. “Come for me.”
“I-I... oh fuck,” It leaves me on a cry that borders on painful. I’m gone. No longer in control over my body as pleasure zips through me. Burns me.
Nothing has ever felt this good. All the others given by my own hand now fall under the mediocre category.
“I can feel you clenching, baby. Seeking my cock,” he grits out, stilling beneath me. “Son of a bitch, you’re going to feel so good taking every inch of me as I claim you. When I finally steal that gift you’ve kept for me.”
Even as he twitches, pulses, Malcolm’s eyes stay on mine. And it’s the animalistic hunger in them that takes the very breath from my lungs.
Another rush of pleasure takes over me and I fall forward. I can’t breathe. Can’t move.
Yet his hands are everywhere, slowly bringing me back down with every caress. It takes a while, but when I find my breath again, I look up and find him smiling down at me. It’s a soft look, one that tugs at my heart.
That I’m not prepared for in the least.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
Blood rushes to my cheeks, and I bury my face in his neck. “I have no control with you.”
