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I hear Nico mumble, “Shit,” as he starts to chase me. Given my size, it’s easier for me to weave through the crowd. The distance between us is growing.
There are only two doors in the hallway where Beckett went. I open one door and it’s empty. I open the other and it’s a small locker room. Beckett is sitting on a table while one of the men is cleaning and treating the cuts on his face.
I walk past the other people. They all look like trainers of some sort, in matching jackets with an imprint of Beckett’s Griffin tattoo on the backs.
The room falls silent when I walk in. I slowly make my way to him. I can practically smell the testosterone oozing off him as I approach.
The trainer treating him steps away as I move to stand between his legs. Tears sting my eyes as I carefully touch his chin. “Are you okay?”
He nods.
I run my fingertips over his sweaty, battered face. “Does it hurt?”
He shakes his head.
I hear Nico behind me at the door, out of breath. “Sorry, boss, she gave me the slip.”
Neither of us acknowledges him. There’s practicallysteam coming off Beckett. I can feel the heat emanating from his body. It’s affecting mine. Deeply.
My breathing picks up. Why is this so hot? Why am I so turned on by this side of him? I must be sick in the head.
I can feel my face flush and my nipples harden at his gaze. He tilts his head to the side in wonderment. I see a small sign of his signature smirk. He knows I’m turned on right now. No man has ever known my body like he does. He’s touched, kissed, and loved every inch of me.
I’m standing close to him. He calmly says, “Why don’t I get in the shower and then we can talk?”
That’s not what I want. I shake my head.
“I’m covered in nasty sweat.”
I lean my head forward and slowly lick a line of sweat off his chest. “I want that nasty sweat all over me.”
His eyes widen before he growls, “Everyone out! Now!”
They all scurry to leave. When the door slams shut behind them, it’s like a starting pistol for us. Our mouths and bodies crash together in unison.
I don’t care that he’s sweaty. If anything, the smell, taste, and feel are turning me on even more. I meant what I said. I want it on every inch of me. The manly scent of sweat and victory is driving me wild.
He’s animalistic in the way his mouth and hands attack my body. I think I could come just from the passion between us right now. The intensity is unlike anything I’ve ever imagined.
He grabs my T-shirt and rips it off my body. He tears my bra off too before lifting me, turning us around, and slamming me down on the table.
Making quick work of my jeans and panties, he flips me over so my ass is in the air and I’m bent over the table.
He jams his fingers inside me and pushes themdeep. Leaning over my back, he licks his way to my ear and says, “Is this what you want? What you need?”
I breathe, “I need you to fuck me. Hard. Dirty.”
Before I can say another word, his cock slams into me. There’s no slow entry. No waiting a few seconds for me to acclimate to his giant size. He’s pulverizing my pussy without any thought of the consequences. I love it.
He fucks me harder than I’ve ever been fucked in my life. I can only hold onto the table and enjoy the ride. He’s completely out of control right now. I will definitely be marked all over from this.
“Do you need your words of praise? Do you need me to tell you how I’m addicted to your cunt? How I can’t get enough of it? Of you?”
“Beckett!”
“Do you understand that you’re mine?”
“Yes.”
