Page 89 of Brutal Heir

My cry was lost when he angled his head, deepening the kiss.

The backs of his fingers brushed my stomach as he reached for the fastening to my jeans.

I covered his hands with mine, trying to stop him.

In response, he stepped forward, pushing me back.

I fell across the bed.

He rubbed his hand over his chest, then lower. “How do you want this, babygirl? Gentle…or rough.”

My pussy still was sore from his rough handling earlier that morning. It was a disturbing, pleasant soreness, a pulsing, bruising reminder.

“I want you to let me leave.”

He forced his knee between my legs as he leaned over me. Keeping his heated gaze locked on mine, he opened his mouth and swept his tongue over my bare stomach. His mouth then hovered over my breast as his warm breath teased my nipple through the bra’s lace.

“Talk to me. What are you so afraid of?”

You.

His tongue traced a heated path along my neck before he captured my earlobe with his teeth.

My hips bucked as I fisted the bedcover.

His other hand cupped my breast while he whispered in my ear, “Tell me.”

My back arched as I licked my dry lips. “I’m not this woman. I don’t have casual, random sex like this.”

He slipped his hand inside my jeans.

His two middle fingers pressed against my clit as he growled, “Make no mistake, sweetheart. There is nothing casual or random about this.”

The button on my jeans snapped off as he tore at the fastening.

This was all happening way too fast.

He stood and tore my jeans off with such violence, my panties slipped down between my knees. He swept my loafers off with them as well. I was left in only my bra.

Before I could pull my panties back over my hips, his powerful hand shredded the flimsy fabric. I raised my leg to kick out at him, but he hooked my knee over his arm and wrenched my thighs open.

His warm, wet tongue pushed between my slit. He then placed open-mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh before swirling his tongue's tip around my clit.

I writhed beneath his restraining hands. My body wanted this, but I didn’t.

“Please, don’t. Please, we can’t.”

“That’s not the begging I want to hear from my babygirl.”

I rolled my head from side to side as I tried to close my legs. “I’m not your babygirl. I’m not your anything.”

His growl vibrated deep within his chest as he reared upward. With his brow lowered, he bared his teeth as he stared down at me with a fierce glare.

In that moment, he was more beast than man.

Terrified, I flipped onto my stomach and tried to crawl to the other side of the bed.

He grabbed me by my bra strap, snapping it off as he yanked me back toward him. Then his palm connected with my ass.