Page 170 of Brutal Heir

With one sharp tug, I tore them from her body.

She wrenched her head to the side. “Don’t do this,” she whispered.

I ran my teeth along the curve of her throat, savoring her shudder.

“Don’t make me do it. Stop fighting me, dolcezza. You know you’ll never win.”

Any hint of doubt vanished the moment my fingers skimmed her slick heat.

She could protest all she wanted—lie to herself if she must—but her body told the truth.

She got off on being manhandled. On my dominance.

And she would surrender.

Just like she always did.

I lowered my zipper, freeing my aching cock.

Fisting my shaft, I dragged the swollen head over her slick heat, teasing her, tormenting her. “Say yes.”

“No,” she whispered. “I won’t.”

I kissed her closed eyelid, then the hollow of her cheek, letting my lips brush against the corner of her mouth. “Do I need to remind you what happens to someone who defies me?”

Then I thrust inside her.

Burying myself to the hilt.

She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders, sharp enough to draw blood.

I pulled back and slammed into her again—harder, deeper. “They get fucked.”

God, she was so tight. The way her body clenched around me was enough to unravel every last shred of control I had left.

I wanted to drop to my knees and worship her.

Instead, I leaned down, catching the fabric of her dress between my teeth. With one wrench of my head, a button popped free, the collar falling open, exposing the curve of her breasts.

I ran my tongue along the lace and slipped it beneath the fabric to swipe across her taut nipple.

She went from pushing at my chest to yanking my hair, dragging me closer.

“I hate you."

But her legs wrapped around my hips, locking me in place.

I drove into her with fierce determination. “Hate me all you want…as long as you obey me.”

I had never intended to force her hand so soon.

I’d planned to seduce her into submission. Make her beg for it.

But she’d left me no choice.

The only way to keep her safe was to claim her. Now.

I swept my hand over the soft curve of her thigh, up to her hip, gripping the collar of her dress and the strap of her bra in one hand. With a sharp yank, I pulled them both down over her shoulder, baring her breast.