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And I liked it.

Ivy's face was shining under the moonlight, gleaming in sweat and blushing the sexiest shade of red. Her tits bounced as she moved under me, hair whipping all around her head as she sent hatred-filled words in my direction.

“You're fucking sick! You can't do this to me! Prick! Asshole!”

“Keep moving like that and you're bound to pop your shoulder out of the socket.” Smirking, I held her tighter, moving my waist down over her mound.

Her hips bucked beneath me, slamming up into my balls. Her back was arched high, arms tugging forcefully between my fingertips. If this had been any other time, she wouldn't be resisting.

This would be foreplay, her hips would be moving to beg for me to be in her. Ivy's mouth would be moaning erotic demanding words, and her eyes would be filled with arousal instead of hatred.

But that wasn't what this was. And I was still turned on, cock hard, chest buzzing with need.

Maybe I am a sick motherfucker.

Flaring her nostrils, Ivy breathed in slowly through her nose. “Let me go. I won't tell anyone this happened if you just let me go.”

Shaking my head, I said, “I can't do that.”

“Yes, you can.”

“I can't.” I felt her body go loose, the adrenaline slowing down and slipping away.

Shutting her lids, Ivy licked her lips before opening her eyes again. “Why? Tell me why you're doing this.” Her eyes met mine, and for a second I truly felt for her.

She hadn't asked for any of this, and it wasn't my plan to begin with. What she didn't realize was how much of a role she really played.

“I'm going to get up, and you're going to come with me. Fight me anymore and I swear you'll regret it.” Loosening one of my hands, I kept the other still firmly wrapped around her wrists. “Do you understand me?”

“I know who you are.”

“Everyone knows who I am, Sweetheart.” My lip curled up, brows dipping in. “Is that supposed to scare me?” She didn't answer, she just kept her eyes steady on mine. “We're done talking, let’s go.”

Standing, I tugged her up by the arms. A weak yelp expelled from her mouth as she tried to steady herself on her feet. A piece of me wanted to cradle her in my arms, stroke her hair and tell her this would all be over soon.

All she had to do was be good for me and this would all go away.

But I couldn't let myself be weak to this woman. This wasn't my choice and it wasn't hers. We both had a job to do, even if she didn't realize it.

“So, is this it? Are you going to kill me now—here?”

“I said we're done talking.” Leading her forward, we headed back up to the house.

“You're really not going to tell me what the hell is going on?” Ivy asked, attempting to look back at me over her shoulder.

I wasn't answering her anymore. The more I talked the easier it would be to give her too much information. She didn't need to know anything, it wasn't her place.

Her job was to stay put until the deal was done, that was it. It wasn't difficult, and if she kept fighting, the harder shit would get for her. She had to be good for me.

I wasn't going to be nice, I wasn't going to go easy on her. If she kept running her mouth, I'd have no choice but to put her in her place.

Watching her ass shift as we walked over the gravel made my cock twitch with excitement. I had this woman at the mercy of my ways, and the idea of that was starting to stick to my brain like molasses.

I wasn't a monster like those other assholes, I'd take my time with her, show her who she needed to please.

And in the end, she'd beg for me, she'd beg for my mercy.

And I would give it to her.

I'm not a man who just takes what he wants . . .

I'm a man who earns the desire behind it.