But what if I’d placed his life in jeopardy? What if I was the target and not him?
I cinched my eyes shut as he continued fucking me, allowing the rough passion to sweep me away from reality.
He refused to stop, every muscle straining. Beads of sweat fell from his face, tickling my skin. I loved it as I did almost everything else about him.
His masculinity.
His strength.
His forcefulness.
His lips.
And my God, his long and thick cock.
When he pulled his shaft free, tapping my bottom, I threw my head over my shoulder, barely able to see his face in the shadows.
Unable to decipher the look on his face.
But there was no doubt it was one of full control.
He truly believed he owned me.
Using his knee, he pushed my legs as far apart as the confines of the couch would allow. When he rubbed his slickened cockhead up and down the crack of my ass, I stiffened, unable to keep a gasp from slipping free.
“Relax, sweet Josette. I’m not going to hurt you.” Yet even as he uttered the words, he brought his palm down on my bottom, moving from one side to the other.
I was even more floored than before the startling rush of sensations furrowing throughout my body.
He repeated his actions, smacking my bottom six or seven times. I arched my back, pushing up and meeting every brutal crack ofhis hand. What were my actions telling him, that I wanted him to control me?
Own me?
Maybe I was tired of being and fighting alone.
Panting, when he repeated the lurid act one more time, I was ready to beg him to fuck me however he wanted. There was no need. Suddenly, his thumb found my dark hole. He pumped several times, the discomfort pushing whimpers from my throat. But I craved more, pushing up from the couch, bucking against his hand.
His chuckle was thrilling, so dark and dangerous. “My little wildcat likes it wild and rough.”
Wildcat. He’d seen my ability to fight yet had no idea how far I was willing to go to keep my independence. My freedom.
Even that excited me. When he replaced his finger with the tip of his cock, I held my breath. His breathing was labored and for a man with no patience, he took his time pushing the tip into my asshole.
Another wash of pain faded into the most pleasurable moment of utter warmth. It felt like an out of body experience, so surreal I was coming closer and closer to ecstasy.
Maybe it was being able to let go around him. Maybe it was the need to toss aside all the lies and fear.
Whatever the case, I was exhilarated.
He pressed his cock inside inch by inch, taking his time while I clawed the cushions.
Every growl he emitted brought a smile, every stroke of his hand a husky moan. He knew exactly how to handle my needs, catching me off guard almost every time.
I’d so wanted to hate him and had almost succeeded. But there was no denying the connection we’d had, even sparring over what could have been a tragedy.
Maybe fate had been kinder than I realized, putting us together for a reason.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he breathed as he rolled the palm of one hand down my back,
