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“God, yes,” she breathes, clawing at my dirty, bloodied shirt. “Off.”

I reach behind my head and pull it off, groaning as abused muscles in my shoulders and back scream at me. What the fuck am I doing—on the dirty floor of a warehouse where I’ve been kept tied up and blindfolded, kicked around and starved, with a girl who thinks I’m the worst bastard of them all.

But maybe… maybe this is good. After this, she won’t stick around. Won’t come near me again.

A shiver of cold goes through me. I’m not that guy. The guy who takes what he wants without a thought for his partner—at work, in pleasure. But I need her out of here, for her own good.

So I lower my zipper one-handed, whip out my heavy dick, and clench my jaw. I’ll be an asshole, complete the image I’m trying to project at her. I’ll go slow. I won’t hurt her.

But neither will I pleasure her.

She wants this. In a moment, she won’t.

She gasps when I push into her without another word, without another touch. I shove my dick into her heat, and fuck, she’s wet and tight, and oh shit. So fucking tight.

I bend over her, trying to catch my breath as she whimpers, my dick throbbing in time to my racing heart. I rock my hips, sliding in and out of her pussy, and she’s frowning at me.

Yeah, Hot Body. Meet Hawk the Asshole, the guy you shouldn’t have trusted for one second, the douchebag you should never come back for. The bastard you should be running away from.

She shouldn’t have come for me.

But then… how did she even know I’m here? How did she get in? What the hell—and why didn’t I realize this earlier?

Her pussy squeezes around me, and I lose the thread. Goddamn, she’s milking my dick for all it’s worth, her breathing labored, her face scrunched up. I slam a hand by her head, sinking deeper into her, and wrap the other around her neck, squeezing just enough to make her eyes widen.

Her lashes flutter closed as I slam in and out of her, clenching and unclenching my hand over her throat. She swallows, the movement stroking my palm, making me harder.

“This what you want?” I hiss. “Wanna know the real me? Wanna go deeper, find—” Her hands scratch down my back, and need sizzles in my gut. My stomach clenches. “Find out how bad I am?”

“Can’t be worse,” she gasps, “than what I already think of you.”

I still for a long second, absorbing the blow of her words. But I don’t let it sink in. Because she’s wrong. It sure as hell can be worse, and I’ll make certain she knows it.

Another growl rumbles from my throat while I fuck her hard, harder than ever, my balls slapping her pert ass, my hand tightening around her throat. She squirms and fights for breath, and I allow her a few gasps before I clamp down my hand again.

“I deal with the Chinese mafia,” I tell her, “I turned in my parents for a chance to make the Fleming Empire greater. They were soft. They didn’t have the guts to take risks. Oh fuck…” My teeth are gritting. My dick is twitching, the pressure behind my balls hot and heavy. My body bows with my approaching release. “You will leave, and let me. Do. My. Job.”

The pressure crests, and I hover for an endless moment on the razor-sharp edge between pain and pleasure. Then it breaks, and it’s all I can do not to howl as I come hard, spilling inside her warmth.

Fuck me.

The room darkens in my eyes, tilts. Releasing her throat, I pull my dick out of her quickly, while I still can. A second later my arm bends, and I do my best to roll to the side, not to crush her.

The world vanishes, and I float in blackness. Weightless. Pain-free. Carefree.

Done.

It’s a relief. I feel that I’ve been running toward the finish line all my life, only to find it was never there.

***

When the world returns, my head is resting on something soft and warm. It smells familiar, smells good, like flowers and sugar and the musk of sex.

Like my girl.

No, fuck, no, I’m all confused. I have no girl. Just Hot Body.

Haven’t had a girl since I was fifteen and realized my dad dealt with dangerous men. Since he started walking around with bodyguards, and I was forced to do the same, since one of my schoolmates was taken and badly beaten to give information about our house and the location of certain documents.


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