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Selena

The intensity of our passion was crazy, the feel of being in his house and his bed enthralling. I was lightheaded from the craziness of how hard I’d climaxed, his mouth an incredible weapon. I licked my dry lips, my pussy muscles spasming from the force he’d used, and I was still trying desperately to free myself. I’d never been restrained like this, the feeling of helplessness creating anxiety as well as another jolt of heated electricity.

I could barely feel my legs any longer, the raw rush of adrenaline mixing with the ferocity of electric current almost unbearable.

“Oh, my God. Oh… So big.” His cock seemed to fill me completely, which added to my breathlessness. I blinked furiously, half laughing, half moaning as he pulled out, driving into me again.

Joshua was a creation of beauty, easy on the eyes, but there was so much more than his sensuality. He hadn’t just awakened the darkness inside of me; he’d lit a fire under the woman as well.Maybe his strength had boosted my resolve. It was impossible to tell but at this moment nothing mattered but being with him.

The smile remaining on his face was sly, as if he had additional rough and tumble plans for me. What I knew for certain was that the powerful man could go all night. That added to the boosted level of need to the point I was certain my throat was closing off. The taste of his cock had been incredible, and I wanted more.

He thrust inside, shifting his hips back and forth as he allowed the full weight of his body to crush down on me. When he developed a rhythm, pumping in and out like some crazed savage, I panted in time to his thrusts. That made him grin even more.

“You still think you have control. Don’t you?” He growled the question, a slight sneer crossing his handsome face, the now three-day stubble forming a delicious shadow on his chiseled jaw.

“Yep. I know I do.”

“We shall see what you think in a few days.” When he backed away, I whimpered involuntarily.

He rolled me over, twisting the rope in the process. As he pushed me onto my knees, I was struck by just how much control he was in. The man could do anything he wanted to do to me, and I couldn’t stop him. The thought was both terrifying and freeing at the same time.

The way he dragged the tip of a single finger down my spine forced another slight yelp.

“Why the tattoos?” I asked, although I wasn’t certain why I was trying to distract him.

“Because I appreciate fine art. Perhaps I’ll have your beautiful body decorated. Would you like that,cherie? Would you like my name to be tattooed in a very special place?” He ran his finger down the crack of my ass before patting my bottom as if he’d found that perfect place on his own.

“Yes.” Why did the word come so easily for me?

He took his time rolling his hand across my hip, dancing his fingers to my taut bud. As he flicked his finger across my sensitive bud, I shifted back and forth. “Just think about how gorgeous your nipples would be encircled with my name and pierced with my diamonds.”

His dirty promise made me quiver all the way to my toes.

“God, yes.” I could envision it easily, the longing for him to make me his increasing with every touch, every kiss.

The exploration tingled me all over and when he cupped my pussy, fingEricag my clit as he’d done with his tongue, I almost climaxed on his hand. “Imagine if I pierced your sweet pussy lips. Eh?”

My mouth was suddenly dry, envisioning a silver chain hooking the piercings together, tugged anytime he wanted my wet mouth wrapped around his cock. I almost laughed from the titillation I was getting from his filthy questions. “Uh-huh.”

“You’ll have that and even more, my sweet. Anything for my very good girl.”

God, how I wanted to be his good girl now and always. When he gripped my hips, finally thrusting his cock back inside, I threw my head back, doing everything I could to keep from screaming. The last thing I wanted was to awaken the sweet little boywho was sleeping in the very next room. But it was close to impossible not to make a sound, my exaggerated moans drifting toward the ceiling.

He wrapped one hand around my long strands, fisting and tugging, holding my head in position like he had my body imprisoned. This was a powerplay, letting me know that he was my master. Why was it that just thinking about what he could do to me kept me in a heightened state of excitement? My pussy constantly clenched like a tight vise, drawing him in even deeper. I could feel the hard throb of his shaft, his cock larger than ever, filling me completely.

When he started to pump in long, brutal strokes, driving me to within a couple of inches of the headboard, I couldn’t stop panting like a wild dog. We were nothing but animals, our combined sounds wild and uninhibited. He pounded even harder, the bed shaking on its frame. Still, he refused to stop.

I continued to quiver, already drifting close to another powerful orgasm. I sensed he knew exactly what he was doing to me, driving harder and faster, pushing me to the point of no return. Within seconds, that’s exactly what happened. I was driven to the brink of sweet madness where desire and emotions collided with any concept of rational thinking. As lights floated in front of my field of vision, I was pitched headlong into an even more intense climax.

“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” The single syllable was the only sound I could make, my mind shattered from the extreme pleasure.

Even more crazed than before, he used my hair as a leash, smacking my bottom six times in rapid succession as I continued in the throes of ecstasy. Only when I stopped shaking like a leaf did he pull all the way out, tapping his cock against my achingbuttocks. I knew exactly what he had on his mind, claiming every hole as his own.

That’s exactly what he did, pressing his slickened tip to my puckered hole.

“Remember that you feed my soul,” he growled. “With your words, your actions, and your voluptuous body. Now, I feed yours.” With that he pushed several inches inside. As I’d experienced before, there was a wash of discomfort slamming into pain but within seconds, I was dragged into another wave of pleasure. He knew how to control himself better than any man I’d been with, pushing the last remaining inches deep with utter tenderness.

Still, I held my breath, fighting the crazy urges to try to break free if for no other reason than to see what he’d do.

Once he was fully seated, he let go of my hair, wrapping his arms around me. With one hand, he cupped my breast, flicking his finger back and forth across my nipple before pinching the tender tissue between his thumb and forefinger.

“Such a bad… man,” I managed, fighting the lightheadedness that continued to build. Even shackled, I felt freer than I ever had, basking in the heated warmth and shared electricity.

“As I told you before,” he whispered in his guttural, husky tone. “I will always maintain control. Over you. Over your body and soul. Now I’ve managed to capture your heart. Tell me I’m wrong,cherie.”

He wasn’t wrong. I’d fallen maddeningly head over heels in love with him. It was crazy. It was surreal.

It was dangerous.

But that no longer mattered.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.”

He snickered, biting down on my shoulder before nuzzling his face into my neck. “My good girl.” He repeated the rhythm he’d used before, the rough strokes of his cock providing a sweet outlet for the anguish rushing through me from his delicious but brutal abuse of my nipple.

I met every savage thrust with one of my own, arching my back as much as the tight restraints would allow, my breath caught in my throat. Together, we were as one, the push and pull of who we were, the festEricag and building needs likely pushing us straight into hell. Neither one of us cared. All that mattered at that moment was the two of us, fulfilling our animalistic desires.

There was no stopping the man, his brutal actions overwhelming. Yet I had a little control left. When his body tensed, becoming stilted as he neared an overwhelming longing to release, I squeezed my muscles as tightly as possible. A smile crossed my face as he threw his head back, his ragged, whispered roar something I would cherish. And as he filled me with his seed, I envisioned the future.

While a part of it scared me to death, the most important aspect was that I knew in my heart and soul this was exactly where I was supposed to be.

Not just for now, for safety purposes.

For all time.

After all, I did belong to him.

I had everything I needed, Joshua providing me with a laptop, a printer, and a room where I could work. I’d been searching through the information I’d grabbed for over two hours, barely touching the cup of coffee, which I’d desperately needed at first. The sleepless night had been… delicious, the rugged man taking me twice more, leaving us both sweaty and out of breath.

And sticky.

I lifted my gaze from the computer screen as I thought about the ice cream fight in the kitchen. We’d ignored the mess but when I’d walked into the room to grab a cup of coffee, everything had been cleaned, the shirt I’d worn tossed into the laundry. I’d been grateful to whatever staff member had handled it, ensuring the adorable little boy hadn’t discovered our wickedness.

A flash of heat washed over me and I bit my lower lip, finally shoving aside thoughts of sin and passion. There was far too much work to do. I’d watched the latest broadcast, including the local news that Mikey had found for me on his iPad. While I didn’t want to dwell on the lies, as I’d explained to Joshua, who’d forbidden me to watch the videos again, it was vital we knew what was being said.

In addition to discovEricag the ammunition we needed, I was building a defense case to clear both our names. Regardless of future plans or the fact it would likely be a cold day in hell before I’d be able to keep or get a new job in Louisville, I had no intention of being labeled a criminal.

And I refused to allow the man I… loved to be labeled one either. I took a few additional seconds, savoring the thought of being so intensely in love with him that I had trouble breathing. That’s the moment my mother had said she knew she was in love with my father, when she couldn’t breathe. Or think clearly. Or eat.

I hadn’t eaten and certainly didn’t have an appetite. At least my cognitive abilities seemed to be intact, which was vital if we wanted to get out of this mess. What I’d brought with me from my computer provided no sense of any wrongdoing. However, it held every scrap of information and discovery notes I’d collected on Joshua James and Liam Voltair and his family.

After studying the information for almost twenty minutes, I’d finally realized I hadn’t really gone over the Voltair corporate files. I’d only given them a cursory look since I’d been convinced that they were the victims. Now I was beginning to wonder. While the Louisville police hadn’t managed to break either the traditional code of honor maintained within crime syndicates or managed to convict more than a couple of low-level soldiers for petty crimes, I could tell how powerful the family was.

They certainly held more power in the United States than the James syndicate did. And it would appear they had just as many enemies.

What troubled me was that there was some indication one of the possible allies of theirs resided in New Orleans. My skin crawled just thinking about the possible connection to Jenny’s brother. While turning coat on an alliance wasn’t unheard of, it was a dangerous maneuver to do so from another city.

Unless a ploy was in place.