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I pulled away from him and glared upward. “No? What do you mean no?”

“Exactly what I said. You speak English, yes?” He smirked.

This smug bastard.

I raked my nails down his neck and bit his shoulder hard. Rather than dropping me as I expected, he spun us and pressed me hard against the elevator wall and chuckled at myoomph.He quirked a brow at me like I’d done something adorable.

“I like it when you fight me,malishka,”he rasped.

I bit his ear in retaliation, but I swear his cock swelled. My eyes grew wide in shock. “Are you some kind of masochist?”

He frowned, “Only for you, it would seem. I’m usually the sadist in the relationship.”

What the fuck did that mean? Was he fucking a lot of women? Of course, he was. He was too hot not to be. But I shouldn’t be mad. I shouldn’t even care. This was just a one-night stand, and one I was trying to end prematurely. I didn’t even want the promise of hot sex anymore.

“Whatever is on your mind, I’ll make you forget it.”

His dark promise reminded me why I was here. “I highly doubt that.”

I was sick and tired of being broke and abused. I was exhausted. Staying up late because I was too afraid to close my eyes. Always worried that my tormentors would catch me in a back alley one night and kill me in their efforts to break me for a slight that had nothing to do with them personally. Living in that town made me want to scream, but I couldn’t leave. If I did, they would find me.

“You’re not going to let me go, are you?”

“No.”

“Fuck it. Take me to your room then.”

Right on time, the elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. He carried me with no huffing or struggle. He wasn’t straining at all from my weight. That only made him sexier. I felt like a cherished, breakable doll. I hoped tonight he would crack me wide open so my mind would empty completely.

Finally, he put me down in the middle of his large room. “Take off your clothes.”

At his command, I slowly peeled off everything underneath his blazing gaze. The rush of pleasure I got from the bar was something I wanted to feel again. It had set my blood afire. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted any man before.

Naked and vulnerable, I stood before him. All my flaws were on display under the harsh lighting. I could see the tent in his pants, though. It gave me the courage to walk up to him, my hips swaying as I went. When I reached him, I began removing his garments.

He was as delicious beneath his clothes as he was in them.

As I revealed his hard chiseled chest, I lashed out and bit him. He groaned and thrust himself closer to me. Fuck, this man was a God, and we’d barely gotten started.

“Get on the bed,” he whispered.

Drunkenly stumbling, I did what he ordered. Flipped over onto my stomach so my ass, which I thought was my best attribute, was proudly on display.

I heard him mutter, “Goddamn, woman.”

Wiggling, I wanted to entice him further. Take me. Use me.Fuckme. These words played on in a loop through my mind. I didn’t want any foreplay. The entire time we were in the bar was that. I wanted him to slam his cock into me and make me scream.

But he had other plans.

He pressed a kiss onto the base of my spine, and I shivered. A loud thump from behind had me trying to see him over my shoulder but he’d disappeared. Before I could move out of the position I was in, I felt his hands spread me open.

Wide. Obscenely wide.

He could see all my bare intimate parts. From his breathing alone, I could tell that he enjoyed what he saw.

“Play with your nipples,” was the only command I got before his tongue was on me.

I gasped when his entire mouth covered me. He sucked and pulled before letting off with an audible plop.


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