I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking breathe. His eyes are bearing down on me along with his entire body. Trapping me and consuming me. My body has never wanted him more than I do right now, and I hate myself for what I’m going to say next.
“You’re right.”
He cocks his head to one side with an amused expression on his face.
“What did you just say?” he asks even though he heard me clearly the first time.
“You. Are. Right. I wanted a bad boy, a man who didn’t take care of me. A man who would play out all of my naughty fantasies in bed. Nothing more.”
He nods. “And what do you want now?”
My eyes travel down his body. Over his hard chest and rippling abs that I want to trace my tongue over until I’ve felt every hard ridge. Down to his swim trunks that barely contain his erection as it pushes in my bare stomach. I want his body. I want his indifference to me. I want him to treat me like shit, so when we go our separate ways, I will feel nothing toward him, except hatred and a longing to find another man who can fuck me like he did.
He can treat me like an ass, and I’ll do the same right back. That’s the only way this will work.
“I want you. I want you to fuck me. I want you to be your true self. An asshole. A prick. A man I will never think of again after this week, except for how his cock felt when he fucked me.”
“Done, baby,” he says as his lips claim mine.
The kiss is aggressive, carnal, full of threats about what he’s going to do with my body. It’s exactly what I want even if it feels a bit dangerous at the same time.
I kiss back, throwing everything I can into the kiss. My tongue pushes into his mouth, dancing with his, letting him know that I might want him to take control, but I won’t give up that control easily. I nip at his lip, nibbling hard.
He growls and grabs my face, forcing me to stop.
“I don’t know what happened to you to make you hate men so much, but you’re about to hate and love me so much that whatever happened in your past is nothing more than a blip on your radar.”
I suck in a breath at his admission. He can Google me all he wants, but he’ll never learn enough about my past to really know me. He can guess all he wants about what man broke my heart in the past and how, but he’ll never know the truth.
He smirks. “You want dirty?” he whispers into my ear.
“Yes,” I exhale as he kisses my ear.
“You want to be tied up and in pain?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to tell you what I whispered in your ear during the competition?”
“Yes.”
He turns his head and glances at the clock that says two minutes till one o’clock. He turns back around with a sly grin on his face.
“I said that I was going to tie you up and fuck you every hour on the hour for twenty-four hours straight. That you wouldn’t be able to sleep or eat or sit straight because all you could think about while the minutes passed between fuckings was my cock. How desperate you were for it. How you ached between your legs for me to fuck you. How your lips begged to be wrapped around my long, thick length. How your body trembled, waiting for me.”
My mouth drops as I think about it. I’ve never fucked a man more than twice in a day. I can’t imagine twenty-four times. I don’t think he can do it. That’s impossible. But I watch the clock as the seconds tick by behind him, inching closer to the next hour. We started at noon. That leaves twenty-three more times. That’s far too many and somehow also not enough. I’m not sure if a week is long enough to get Brody out of my system. But I need to try.
I watch as the clock changes to one o’clock, and Brody’s face comes alive with a darkness I haven’t seen from him before.
He spins me around before I realize what’s happening. My arms are forced together behind my back, and then I feel something slick going around my wrists as he forcefully ties them together.
“A tie?” I ask, confused about where he got it.
“Yes. I grabbed the damn thing from my room before I came here. It’s the one that Bayron pressured me into wearing last night. I’ve finally found a way to put it to good use.”
He tightens it, roughly tying it around my wrists, so tightly that there is no way I will ever be able to break free. He grabs my arm and leads me out toward the balcony that overlooks my private pool. He pushes me down until I’m kneeling in front of him before he pulls out his thick, erect cock.
“Suck,” he commands.