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Crackcrackcrack.

“Oh, fuck you, you crazy control freak,” she spits out, then pushes her ass towards me more.

I pause to cup one blazing cheek. She whimpers, then wriggles, causing the tips of my fingers to sink lower between her thighs. So damn wet. Fucking killing me.

I’m not done with her yet. So, I step on the base of her jeans and direct her to step out. Not a thread covering her. Nothing but the cold underground air. She shivers, her hands trembling against the wall.

Kicking her legs apart, I position my fist against the base of her ass and flick my wrist, thwacking the belt against her pussy.

“Ohfuuuck!” she groans. “Don’t stop, you micromanaging authoritarian.”

I whip her wet folds, turning her pussy as red as cherries jubilee. Finally, I turn her around, half-expecting her to fall from the smoldering pain. But she doesn’t. Her waves cling to her cheeks and chest, partially fracturing her lovely breasts. I let my eyes roam, studying every inch of her—the rise and fall of her chest from her rushed breath, the graceful curve of her throat, the subtle roundness of her hips. Every magnificent angle and line.

She’s the epitome of temptation.

She raises her quivering hands and touches her fingertips to her breasts. A muscle bounces in my jaw as she gazes at me in a moment of flawless clarity. A plea.

“Do it. Here.” Her voice is a soft rasp. “I want to see if I can come…from the pain. Make me feel it, Cannon.”

My grip tightens around the belt. My cock won’t last much longer, but I need the control more. My blood pumps harder, my chest pounding like thunder.

I heave a few labored breaths, steady myself, and give her my security, my unwavering intent. “I will. But softer. Gentler.”

Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, and she purses her lips with a sweet nod of consent.

I raise the belt, swing it with the utmost control, and lash her left breast. She lurches, gasping. “Again.”

I strike her other breast as lightly as possible. An unholy moan escapes, her eyes close, but she says, “Again!”

I press the belt against her tits, brush the leather along her nipples, then slap them both. Her head tips back this time, her throat arching. “Fuck, please, faster.”

Three rapid blows, then I pause to palm each breast, caressing and tweaking the hardened buds. Striations bloom across her flesh. I smack her breasts six more times, one by one, strapping them as she drags in deep gusts of air until—I toss the belt and cup each hot mound before covering one nipple with my mouth. The moment my tongue flicks and circles the tortured bud, Jubilee goes over the edge again, her body crashing against me. I hold her up and suck her breast as she unleashes a long, shrill scream, her hips bucking the whole time she comes.

A multitude of unholy broken curses leave her throat, I almost worry she’s going to summon a demon right from hell.

Driving her against the wall again, I take her mouth and hike her thigh over my hip while grinding my shaft so hard against her soaked pussy, there’s no doubt as to what I’m about to do.

“No more waiting,” I tell her, grabbing a condom from my pocket. “No more games.” I shove my pants and boxers down. “No more tests.” I slide my head against her silken lips, drenched in her wetness.

“You won’t need that,” she murmurs. “I’m on birth control. And I’m clean.” Her mouth curves. “Pretty sure you are too.”

Smart-ass.

Her swollen lips are parted, her neck is arched, and she rolls her hips—all lust and thirst. The notion of fucking her bareback—nothing between us—thickens my cock even more.

Her hand moves down. My eyes follow. She touches the base of my shaft, and I jerk so hard against her hand, I nearly shoot my load. I bang a hand against the wall next to her, rattling the blades all around us.

“No more waiting,” she repeats, brushing my lips with hers. “No more games. No more tests. You’re going to fuck me, and I’ll give you everything. My anger. My wrath. My want. My surrender. You get all of me. Messy, twisted, fucked-up me. So, fuck me, Cannon.”

Blood roaring a storm, I lean in, grip her throat with abandon, and murmur thick and gruff against her, “Beg.”

She blinks back tears. And then…her expression sharpens, burning a path straight to my soul. “Please.” It stuns me—the softest, lightest plea compared to her feral spirit. “Please, fu⁠—”

I slam forward, thrusting my hips so hard, I entomb myself inside her—my chest crushing her breasts. She chokes on a strangled sound. The maddest, most powerful and unfathomable heat surrounds every thick inch—soaked, molten muscles clenching around my cock, the pleasure so violent, it’s like lava surging through my veins. Every muscle in my jaw flexes. Everything in my body shakes against her. And the lowest groan resonates from my throat.

“Jesus Christ, I never knew it could be this good,” I tell her.

Her hands find my ass, and I flex beneath her touch. It’s all it takes. I don’t even get a fucking chance to pull out and sink back in. My pelvis simply moves, flooding her insides with my release.