Page 17 of Bastard In A Suit, Vol. 3

He’s barely across the threshold before I’m suddenly pinned against the wall and his hands find their way under my cardigan to the thin tank below. I try to push him away but it’s no use—I go instantly limp. He kisses me hard, his tongue probing between my lips and tangling with mine. My body instantly responds, goes tingly with anticipation.

Before I can even think to protest, I’m dizzy with desire.

Duke holds one wrist up against the wall, while his free hand slides under my tank and brushes against my bare breast. My skin ignites. His thumb grazes my erect nipple. Damn it, I’m already wet.

“I’ve had a real shit day, Hailey,” he says, his voice low, gruff. He releases my wrist and aggressively slides my sweater off. Before it even hits the floor, he’s working on my shirt, pushing it up over my chest and then above my head. His mouth clamps around my nipple.

My hands thread into his hair at the back of head. I arch into him.

On some level, I know I should protest. I’m angry, hurt, on the verge of telling both him and his company to fuck off, but Lord help me, I enjoy this too much, the way his mouth explores every inch of my body, his kisses igniting a passion that is more intense than anything I’ve ever felt.

Duke lifts me onto his waist. “Bedroom,” he grunts, more command than question.

“Across the room,” I pant.

My legs wrap tighter around his waist and I can feel his cock thicken against the thin material of my leggings. His fingers tighten on the back of my thighs as he strides to the bedroom. Onyx leaps off the bed.

Duke eases me onto the mattress and strips off my pants. His breath is hurried, frantic, all patience wiped clear. It’s dizzying and empowering, knowing how much he wants—needs—me.

His mouth moves down my abdomen, and dives between my legs. His teeth sink into the soft flesh at the top of my thighs, hard enough to make me cry out. He presses hard down on my knees, dominant, in control, reminding me that he is—always—calling the shots.

I lift my head, reaching forward to touch him, but he pushes me back onto the mattress. His tongue darts inside my cleft and then flicks my erect clit. It’s so sudden it almost hurts, as every nerve ending responds. I feel myself go wet.

“You’re always ready for me,” Duke murmurs. “That’s my good girl.”

He inserts two fingers into my pussy and nuzzles his face up against my skin, working his mouth in tandem as he slides in and out of me. I try to writhe beneath him, but his free hand presses against my pelvis, holding me in place. My nerve endings are like livewires.

He doesn’t slow and my orgasm builds with increasing speed. “You’re going to make me come,” I pant.

Duke continues to fuck me with his fingers, his mouth. My pussy clenches. I hold tight, allowing the orgasm to build, until finally it crests. My scream turns my throat raw, and still Duke doesn’t stop. He keeps sucking juices, his fingers still inside me. My clit throbs.

I lay splayed out on the mattress, gasping for breath.

Duke stands and unzips his pants. His cock springs free. He grips it in his hand, stroking, teasing, leaving me anxious for more. My mouth goes dry. “I want to touch you.”

He shakes his head.

His eyes go dark. He finishes undressing in a hurry and grabs my hips, yanking me to the edge of the bed. He positions his cock against my pussy and slides the tip across my slit before plunging deep inside me.

My eyes widen, my cheeks flush. He’s so big, so thick, there’s hardly room for him to move.

“You’re so tight, Hailey,” he says, grunting.

His shadow falls over me as the sun dips behind the skyscrapers and sends the city into dusk. My eyes glass over with each thrust. His hips move like a jackhammer, drilling his cock into my pussy with increasing speed.

I’m gasping for breath, hanging onto the sheets, when I feel him tense. And now I’m coming too, almost despite myself.

Duke throws his head back, thrusts, and screams my name.