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  He finally pulled his fingers away, but like he had done in the office, he brought them to his mouth, sucked them clean of her wetness, and then reached out to wrap his hand around the nape of her neck. He pulled her down so she was forced to brace her hands on the bed to steady herself. And then Rian was kissing her, pushing his tongue between her lips, and forcing her to taste herself on him again. He groaned deeply, and she felt him dig his fingertips into her flesh until the pleasure and pain became one. He pulled away far too soon, but she’d never admit that out loud.

  Rian leaned back and shifted so she was right up close and personal with his straining erection.

  She swallowed and slowly knelt before him. Reaching out with shaky fingers, she wrapped her hand around his length, and was stunned to feel how hot he was.

  “You see how hard you make me?” His eyes were half-lidded, and he watched her as she slowly moved closer to his dick. “Stop thinking about it and just put your fucking mouth on my cock.” He slid his hand along her cheek and lifted her face so she was forced to look at him.

  “You’re such a demanding asshole,” she said and tightened her hold on the sheets.

  “I am, because I get what I want.”

  “That’s your problem.” She kept eye contact with him. “You’re spoiled because everyone is afraid to say no to you.”

  He smiled evilly. “And you’re proof of that, aren’t you?” He started breathing a little harder, but he was still very much in charge.

  “Because I signed a contract, not because you put on the charm and I couldn’t resist.”

  He bared his teeth at her in a purely alpha, brutal way. “Regardless, you couldn’t say no to me. Now, open your fucking mouth and do your job, Sorcha.”

  God, she loathed him, but she was still so hot.

  “I want those pretty red lips of yours wrapped tightly around my dick.” He slid his hand in her hair, wound the strands in his fist, and yanked her forward until the tip of his penis brushed her mouth. Gaze still locked with his, she parted her lips, and took the crown of him into her mouth. Instantly his flavor exploded on her palate, all salty from his pre-cum, but the texture smooth and masculine. It was what she had always envisioned, and this soft sound escaped her.

  “That’s it, baby,” he said roughly, and she loved and hated the endearment he had just used. Even if it was said in the moment of passion, Sorcha felt this surge of power move through her.

  The longer she had his cock in her mouth, and the flavor of everything that was Rian filling her, the more she wanted to have him touching her. She wanted his fingers stroking her body and his cock deep inside of her. He certainly had this magnetism that came from him on its own, like some kind of survival instinct that ensured he was never denied. Sorcha had managed to steer clear of his bastardly charms for six months, but as soon as she let him touch her in that office, and signed that contract, she had surrendered.

  Hollowing out her cheeks, Sorcha tried to suck as much of him into her mouth as she could. But he was a large man, not chokingly so, but enough that his size made it apparent she wouldn’t be able to take him all the way inside. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, and worked her hand up and down the length she couldn’t reach. Her pussy grew wetter, hotter, and more anxious for what was to come. He was still, silent even, and the only noise he made was this deep breathing in sporadic intervals. There was the occasional tug of her hair by his hand still gripping the strands. Picking up her speed because she wanted him to come, Sorcha renewed her efforts and gripped the base of his shaft harder. He hissed out, and she grinned internally at the fact she had control of him in her own way. The feel of him under her tongue, smooth, hot, and hard, had her clenching her thighs together even more forcefully. She wanted to come, too, so damn badly that she couldn’t think straight. Her mind was a jumbled mess of needs and wants, of resistance and abhorrence to giving in so easily. Her mission was easy: make him come and therefore have him surrender to her.

  Chapter Ten

  “That’s it, Sorcha.” Rian was going to come really fucking hard. His balls were drawn up tight, and this exact fantasy had played out in his head more times than he could count. He was going to fill her mouth with his seed, make her swallow it all, because there was this side of him that wanted to know he had that kind of control over her. He wanted that possession. “Suck harder, baby.”

  She started bobbing her head up and down in time with stroking the root of his cock. He had kept still until now, but he couldn’t hold off any longer. He groaned out when the tip hit her throat, and he grunted when she gently scraped her teeth along his length. The sting of pain had him hissing out, but then the pleasure that followed had his orgasm racing to the surface.

  “Swallow it.” He held her head to his lap, made her swallow his cum when he started to fill her mouth. But to his surprise she grabbed his thighs, dug her nails in, and moaned around him. The feeling of her throat working as she drank him all up had Rian tossing his head back and groaning deeply. When there was nothing left for her to swallow Rian gently pushed her away. She sat back on her knees, staring at him with this red, swollen mouth, and the cause of why it looked like that slammed into his head. He reached out, ran the pad of his thumb along her bottom lip. Her chest was moving up and down almost at a frantic pace, and without thinking and just acting Rian leaned forward and kissed her hard. He tasted himself on her, tasted the wine she had drunk, and the passion and anger she felt. All of that was one heady fucking sensation.

  Rian stood, lifted her off the floor, and moved them back toward the wall. He could have easily just laid her out on the bed, but there was this primal, animalistic side of him that wanted to take her hard and rough for their first time. There was plenty of time to be all soft and sweet, if he even went down that road. Right now he just wanted his cock inside of her.

  He removed his pants easily enough, and grabbed the soft, generous swells of her ass. When he had her in his arms he moved them closer toward the wall, and leaned her back against it. The creamy flesh of her neck beckoned him, and he leaned down and ran his tongue over her throat. “Wrap your legs around me.” She complied without hesitance, and he knew that for as much fight as she liked to give him, she was his right now. He ran his finger up the back of her thigh, and he loved how she shivered from his touch. She was so damn receptive to him, so giving and accepting, even if she liked to hate who and what he was. Rian leaned back and saw that she was biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.

  “You hate this, don’t you?” He said the words softly.

  “Hate what?”

  “Wanting me as much as you do.”

  She didn’t respond, but then again when she narrowed her eyes at him he got his answer well enough.

  “If you’re going to fuck me,” she moved her face closer to his, “then fuck me, Mr. Hartford.”

  A low sound of need left him, and he kissed her hard enough that the pain from their mouths slamming together stole his breath. Rian went back to kissing and sucking at her flesh, and a gasp left her. He was so fucking hard again, as if he hadn’t just come, and she was so wet. The feeling of her arousal moved along his cock, and all he wanted to do was shove right into her. Damn, he had never gotten this hard again so quickly, but that was a testament to how much he wanted her. He knew she was clean, knew she was on the pill, too. But he wasn’t about to point how far he had really dug into her personal life. Instead, he let go of her only long enough to grab a condom from his bedside table, don it, and then he was right back to her. He had her right back in his arms seconds later.

  He reached between their bodies while he still had his lips pressed to hers, lined his cock with her opening, and then shoved in deep and hard and without any mercy. She pulled away and cried out, and the feeling of her inner muscles quaking around his length had him pumping faster and more viciously inside of her.

  “God, you’re stretching me.” She mumbled the words, but didn’t tell him to stop.


  “Yeah, I am going to stretch you so fucking good that you’ll know exactly who was all up inside of you whenever you walk, Sorcha.” Rian could be a dirty fucking talker, but it was reserved for bouts of passion where he just couldn’t control himself. In all honesty he had never felt this wild with another woman.

  He pumped in and out, faster and harder, and when she came undone for him right in his arms, he nearly went over the edge with her. Waiting until her climax receded, he forced himself not to come again, and instead pulled out of her, set her on the ground, and turned her around so her chest was to the wall, and her sweet big ass was facing him. He got down on his haunches and spread her ass cheeks. She resisted a little bit, but he was being more forceful than normal, and couldn’t control himself. He also knew that despite her hardened exterior toward him, she was vulnerable at times, centered into herself, and just getting through each day. What he was doing to her, displaying her to his needs, exposing every part of her, probably made her feel uncomfortable and pushed her limits.

  “If this gets to be too much for you, and too quickly, tell me.” He didn’t know why he cared about if he was going too fast for her. Sorcha clearly liked it, was wet and needy for him, and hadn’t told him to stop, but Rian just wanted her to know. She glanced at him over her shoulder, and he stared at her, waiting to see what she would do.

  “I’m okay,” she said almost as if she were out of breath.

  That was all he needed to hear. Rian pulled away and ran his finger along her slick folds. “Do you keep your plump little pussy bare all the time?” He growled the question at the same time he thrust one finger into her. Immediately her body sucked him in, and he groaned, felt his cock jerk from the need to come, and closed his eyes to control himself.

  “Yes,” she said on a moan, and lifted her ass, grinding herself further on his finger, and making him about to come right in the damn condom. He fucked her pussy in slow and steady thrusts, wanting to get her to the precipice of getting off again, and then he’d shove his dick back into her welcoming body. He used his other hand to smooth over the mound of her ass and give one cheek a squeeze. She kept thrusting her ass back at him, and he couldn’t stop from spanking her.

  Smack.

  “God, Rian.”

  “You want to come again, Sorcha?” He was tormenting her as much as himself.

  “You sick bastard.” There was no heat behind those words, because right now she wanted to come, that much was clear.

  “Tell me and I’ll let you get off, Sorcha.” He leaned forward, removed his finger, and spread her ass cheeks wide. The sight of her pink pussy had his dick aching something fierce, and so he latched his mouth onto her cunt and started sucking, hoping that tasting her would sate him minimally.

  “Stop being an asshole and let me get off.”

  He chuckled against her flesh, and smacked her ass again and again, all the while sucking and licking at her pussy. He grunted against her slippery slit, and took one hand and placed it on her lower back to steady himself. She started making these little sounds deep in her throat, ones that were of her desire and an unspoken plea for more. He sucked her clit into his mouth, moved his tongue back and forth over it, and started to feel her climax.

  He stood when she wasn’t quite done getting off, rubbed his cock along her slick folds, and then positioned himself at her entrance once more. He slid his hand around to her chest, grabbed a breast, and started tweaking her nipple between his fingers.

  “Fuck me,” she said, her forehead against the wall, and her voice cracking at the end.

  Rian was too far gone to torture either of them anymore. He turned her around and lifted her into his arms again. She was a good girl and wrapped her legs around his waist, which had him getting lodged inside of her sweet body. He thrust into her over and over again, but he wanted her on his bed now. He’d had his fun with her against the wall, but now he wanted her spread out for him like an offering. He turned and made his way toward the bed, his dick still inside of her, and his blood pressure increasing by the second. When he had her on the mattress he didn’t give her any time to contemplate what his next move was. He flipped her onto her belly, positioned her so her toes touched the floor, and her ass was in the air, and brought his palm down on her ass cheek. Getting into position, he grabbed the root of his cock, placed the tip at her pussy hole, and thrust into her in a smooth, even move. She gripped the sheets between her fingers and buried her face in the mattress.

  Taking hold of her hips in his hands, Rian started going in and out of her, his end goal to come so fucking hard he couldn’t even see straight. The pleasure started at the base of his spine, and slowly moved upward. It controlled him, took the air from his lungs, and had this red haze covering his vision. Sweat covered his body, and he glanced down and saw that the droplets of his perspiration fell onto her back. He moved his hand to the length of her spine and spread the wetness around, wanting to have a part of him on her skin. It was almost a sick, twisted desire, but he didn’t give a fuck. Right now he was just too gone for her to care.

  “I’ve wanted this for too long, Sorcha.” He thrust in so deep that she moved up an inch on the bed. “I’ve wanted you for too fucking long.” He slammed into her again, held onto her hips tighter, and knew there would be bruises in the morning. But he liked that, loved it, in fact. It was like his personal brand of ownership on her, and that had his orgasm rushing to the surface. Groaning out and letting his head fall back on his neck, he came long and hard. But he didn’t want this damn condom on, didn’t want the latex blocking the sensation of feeling her bare flesh along his. When his orgasm ended he pulled out of her clenching body, got rid of the condom, and collapsed on the bed beside her. The sweat started to dry on him, and he turned his head to look at her. She had her eyes closed, but stayed on her belly. This glossy sheen covered her from head to toe, and he reached out and pushed a piece of damp hair away from her forehead. She slowly opened her eyes.

  “Get some sleep.”

  She didn’t fight him, didn’t even move. Instead she closed her eyes and fell asleep. He pulled the blanket over them both, closed his eyes and let sleep take him under.

  Chapter Eleven

  Sorcha slowly opened her eyes, and blinked away the blurriness. It was dark outside still, and the view from the balcony windows showed the lights of the park and the city. She had shifted during the night and found herself on her back. Rian was on his stomach with his head turned away from her. The memories of what they had done just hours before replayed in her mind like a movie reel on fast-forward. Her body was sticky from the sweat that had dried, and she was so sore between her thighs that the slightest movement had discomfort filling her. Rian wasn’t grotesquely huge in size or length, but he was endowed well enough that she couldn’t believe how stretched and filled she had felt with him inside of her. For a few minutes she just lay there, thinking about how she had gotten to this part of her life.

  She glanced at him again, watched as his back moved up and down in even intervals from breathing, and gently moved toward the edge of the bed. She needed to use the restroom, wash her face, and stretch her legs. Once she was off the bed she took the throw that was over the chair and wrapped her naked body in it. She glanced at Rian again, saw him in the same position, and for a second just watched him sleep. He had fucked her, savagely, brutally, and without remorse. But strangely enough she had liked every minute of it. But then he had showed her a glimpse of the human inside of him, the one that did have a conscience. He said she could stop it if he was going too fast, and that had meant a lot to her. Still not enough to make her dislike him any less, but it did show her that he wasn’t a bastard all the time.

  She used the restroom and cleaned off, and then slipped back into the room. The bed beckoned her again, and she felt her eyes grow heavy, but she wanted this one moment to herself. She turned toward the balcony and opened it quietly. Once outside she shut the door behind her to block out the sounds of the city from Rian,
and moved toward the ledge. She had meant it when she said if she closed her eyes it felt like she was flying. Bracing one hand on the banister and keeping the throw tightly secured at her chest, she closed her eyes. The wind blew her hair around her face, and this chill crept under her skin. She opened her eyes and stared at the scene before her. To see this part of the city unobstructed and from this height was truly a sight, and one she’d never forget. No matter how this week ended, she would be thankful she at least got to experience something out of the ordinary, and one that had taken her mind off of her troubles.

  She could have stayed out there all night, but she finally turned away and made her way back to the bed. As she slipped the blanket from her body, goose-bumps popped out along her flesh, and she shivered.

  “Come back to bed, Sorcha.” Rian’s deep voice was slightly muffled, and he was in the same position as he was in when she left the room. He turned just his head, and although it was too dark for her to see his face, she knew he was looking at her naked body. She could feel his gaze on her as if he had reached out and touched her himself. He shifted on the bed so his body was facing her now, pulled the blanket back, and waited for her to slip under the covers. A swatch of light came through the blinds just then, and she got a glimpse of his hard-on. Instantly she became wet, felt her nipples harden, and wondered if this was going to be her reaction every time with him, or if it was the novelty of being with him and this situation.

  She got on the bed, faced him, and then shivered slightly when he pulled the covers over her. And then he leaned in to kiss her, and placed his hands between her thighs. No, this was definitely not a novelty, because she wanted him to fuck her not because she had signed the contract, but because this was Rian Hartford.

  ****

  It was the following morning, and she blinked a few times to clear her vision. She was pleasantly sore between her thighs, and all she could think about was the two times she had been with him last night. She realized she was the only one in bed. It was that empty feeling, that cold sensation of the spot next to her that told her she was alone. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. For a few seconds all she did was lie there, waiting for the realization of what she had been doing with him to hit her like a brick to the face. She felt something strange in terms of her emotions toward Rian after he had taken her the second time, but she couldn’t really understand what she felt that was so different.