Everything about her demeanor infuriated him. Grabbing her wrists, he yanked her closer, the force dragging her against his chest. “You don’t understand.”
“No, I don’t. I want to. Allow me in.”
“This isn’t a game, Ashley. You were careless. Now, get inside.”
She struggled until she was able to free herself, tumbling backwards and rubbing her wrists. “I’m not a child, Pierre. I’m a grown woman. Unless you’re prepared to tell me who the fuck you are, then take me to my hotel. I’m not doing this crap with you.”
“This isn’t crap,” he snarled and took two long strides toward her.
She backed away again, shaking her head. “I’m dead serious.”
“And so am I.” Wrath jerked her closer once again, his mind reeling with the various possibilities of what could have happened. As he scanned the entire beach, he realized that this was never going to work. He had a distinct choice to make and there was no turning back. His life had been built around a world that she would never fit in and he would never ask her to share. She deserved a much better man than he could ever be.
Crushing his mouth over hers, the hardest thing about letting her go was that she somehow managed to bring out the best in him. What he’d shared with her had been the most honest moments of his life. Even though she would never know the truth about the man who’d become her lover, he had opened up more with her than anyone else in his life.
She beat her hands against his chest, flailing in an effort to get away from him. Her cries were strangled as she kicked out, almost wrenching out of his hold.
He yanked her leg, holding her thigh as the kiss became brutal, his tongue wrangling with hers, the desire building to the point there was no way to stop the beast from bursting to the surface.
As her whimpers became moans of passion, her body relaxing, she melted into his arms.
Breaking the embrace, he brushed his open mouth to her cheek, taking several deep breaths. There was no time to talk, nothing else on his mind but taking her, stripping away both of their masks one last time. Lifting her into his arms, he bounded up the stairs two at a time, moving into the kitchen. He dropped her onto her feet, yanking the robe, his chest heaving from the hard thumping of his heart.
“I want you,” she whispered, struggling to unfasten his jeans.
He was having none of it, turning and tossing her over the island at the waist. “You will learn to obey one way or the other.” He instantly peppered her bottom with hard spanks, slapping both ass cheeks, one coming after the other in rapid succession.
“Oh, God. That hurts.” She flailed her arms, knocking off everything on the counter. She moaned as he continued, pushing up from the island.
“Be quiet, sweetheart, and take your punishment like a good little girl.” Wrath was burning with fire, every cell and muscle tingling as he spanked her. He pressed her down, keeping her in position, his breath skipping.
She whimpered, twisting her head from side to side until finally she relaxed, resting her face on the cool granite.
The heat in his hand built at the same rate as his hunger, his cock aching to the point he was sweating. He was almost blinded from desire, unable to think clearly. The fear remained, the kind of trepidation that could cost them both their lives. Only when her skin held a deep crimson did he stop, leaning over her and licking down the back of her neck.
Sophia clawed the edge of the island, taking deep breaths as he dragged his tongue all the way down the length of her spine.
He licked down the crack of her ass, using both hands to open her rosy cheeks as he lifted her into the air. He plunged his tongue inside her pussy, growling as his mouth was filled with her cream.
“Oh, yes… God, I…” Her entire body quivered and she stretched out her arms, purring.
Wrath stood, quickly turning her onto her back and lifting her legs. Wasting no time, he engulfed her pussy, moving his mouth and tongue in a perfect unison. He swirled his tongue around her clit as he watched her expression. The sublime look on her face made his balls swell, and his cock throb even more.
She wiggled, undulating her hips, making soft mewling noises.
“Pinch your nipples for me,” he commanded then blew hot air across her stomach.
She obeyed instantly, sliding her hands to her breasts, flicking her fingers back and forth.
He smacked her inner thigh, forcing her to jump. “You truly don’t know how to obey.”
“I’m trying,” she whispered then, using her thumbs and forefingers, she pinched her nipples, her mouth opening as she whimpered.
“Harder. I want to hear you cry.” He resumed his feast, taking his time licking every inch of her pussy. He slid two fingers inside, pumping in hard and fast motions.
“Jesus. I…” She licked her lips, trying hard to obey as she twisted her hardened buds.
He adored the shimmer covering her face, the way her lower lip quivered. She was even more beautiful in the throes of passion. Adding a third then fourth finger, he flexed them open, slowing the pace as her muscles clamped around the thick invasion, trying to draw him in even deeper.
