Yasmin could only manage to drag out one word. “Please.”
It seemed enough, because he took a condom foil from his back pocket. Of course, a man like him would carry that around. She bet one snap of the kingpin’s fingers and women would be all over him. Yasmin pushed those unwarranted thoughts of jealousy aside. Right now, in this moment, only the two of them existed. She no longer cared how she got here or pondered over his alarming words.
Carver guided his cockhead to her entrance but didn’t push in yet. He smeared pre-cum over the swollen nub between her legs, between her seam, as if he wanted to mark her like some territorial beast. Her heart raced as she gripped his shoulders. He closed his hands over her hips. Unthinkingly, she mounted him, closing her legs over his ass as he pushed her further against the wall.
Carver easily clamped his hands over her waist, supporting her like she didn’t weigh a single thing. Excitement and adrenaline surged through her entire system. Every inch of her skin felt sensitive, ready for him to mark and claim and take advantage of.
“Fuck, I knew you’d be a little wildcat.” Carver finally began pushing himself inside her. He didn’t go in all the way, but went slow and easy, despite gritting his teeth, his control impressive.
“God,” she whispered, as he finally sheathed himself all the way to the hilt. Carver felt enormous inside her, his cock stretching her pussy walls completely. She left tiny half-crescent marks on his skin, but that didn’t seem to bother him. His gaze never left hers the entire time. Her nipples tightened to ultra-sensitive points.
“Not God, angel. Just you and me.”
He began to hammer in and out of her, starting with a slow rhythm before picking up speed. She ached a little, but he soon replaced the initial pain with ecstasy. Carver reduced them both to panting messes. Each time he buried himself inside her, deeper, faster, Yasmin couldn’t tell where she began and where he ended. Carver fucked her like he owned her, and she didn’t care if it was wrong that she loved every second of it.
She scored her nails against his back muscles, only for him to pull them above her head again. Instead of holding her wrists down, he spread his big and callused fingers over hers, the gesture almost special, intimate.
Carver shifted the angle of his hips, and she gasped as he found her G-spot. Carver went for it again, and she squirmed, wanting more. She felt like she’d come apart any second now.
“Carver.”
He seemed to know her inner turmoil because he planted another biting kiss on her lips. “Go ahead, angel. Come on my cock. Do it now.”
At his last entry, she orgasmed. Her mind blanked as she came all over his dick. Carver pistoned in and out of her a few times before climaxing. He groaned, holding her close to him. She didn’t know why, but it seemed natural, resting her head against his chest. Carver didn’t put her down. After recovering, he carried her right back to the bedroom and placed her on the bed. Carver disappeared inside the bathroom and returned with a towel. She didn’t trust herself to speak as he cleaned her between the legs.
Rough in the heat of passion, sweet the next. This man confused the hell out of her, but the true danger lay in spending more time with him, because Yasmin was beginning to open her heart to a man who the entire city claimed was a heartless monster.