Page 16 of Dangerous Intent

He spun me around and threw me down on the bed face-first. He forcefully spread my legs apart and thrust my funeral dress over my hips. In one swift move, he tore off my thong, then ran his palm along my backside.

This was how we thrived.This is who we are.

The mattress dipped when he got on his knees next to me. He grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head, holding me in place. Rustling behind me, he positioned himself between my thighs.

My heart strummed fast as he ran his hand along my inner thighs, making his way to my entrance. He drew his fingers along my slit, then slid two inside me.

“Ahh…” I moaned when he inserted a third finger, working me from the inside. I pushed against his hand.

When he stopped, I blew out a frustrated breath.

“Did you think I was going to make this easy?” He released my wrists and trailed his hand down my back and to my hip. He hoisted me onto my knees, but held me down so my face was still on the bed.

I shivered when the heat of his breath danced along my backside. He pulled me closer to his mouth, inhaling deep before he flattened his tongue against my wet sex.

Thrusting in and out, he tongue-fucked me from behind, creating the most delicious sensation between my legs.

He licked me slowly, paying attention to my clit with the tip of his tongue. He added his fingers, moving them in time with his mouth, tasting me and bringing me to the edge.

My legs quivered, and I tilted my hips and rocked into his face. My nipples tingled each time they scraped against the comforter. I clawed at the bed, seconds away from exploding into his mouth, and then…

“No!” I breathed out when he stopped.

This was getting old. I tossed him an aggravated look over my shoulder, but he didn’t waver. He took his time removing his shoes and socks before sliding his pants and boxer briefs down his muscular legs.

“Take off your dress.” He kicked his pants to the side. “Don’t make me wait.”

“You’re making me wait,” I said.

He reached for my arm and yanked me off the bed into a standing position. Swiftly bringing his hand to the front of my dress, he ripped the garment from my chest, causing the buttons to fly off and scatter across the floor.

“My dress!”

“I told you not to hesitate.” He dropped my now ruined outfit onto the floor, leaving me in nothing but my bra. “Turn around.”

He didn’t wait for me to comply. With a fast turn of my body, he spun me to face the bed. He roughly popped open the clasp on the black lace and tugged the straps over my shoulders.

Swiping my hair to the side, he kissed my neck as he took my breasts in his hands and squeezed them hard. His erection nudged into my backside as he forced me onto my stomach.

“Do you still want me to hurt you?” He leaned into my ear, trapping me between the mattress and his solid form. “Because I could tear you apart.”

He shimmied his hand between us, grasped his length in his hand, and rammed the tip inside my slit. My pulse quickened, and my heart pounded against my chest.

“I could fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week. You won’t feel anything but the burn of my cock.” He thrust forward, fully sheathing himself inside me. “Do you want me to rip you in half?”

“Yes.” I rammed my hips back. “Fuck me. I want to feel you and nothing else. Make it go away.”

“Just remember, you asked for it.” He shoved the side of my face into the bed as he buried his length deep inside me. His hold on my head matched the power of his chest, waist, and legs.

I couldn’t move beneath him. I surrendered to his total control and let him use my body in ways that he never had.

He slammed into me, digging his fingers into my hip, thrusting relentlessly, taking out his frustration on me. Was it the anger of the past week? Or was he pounding into me to relieve all the stress and aggravation I had caused him since the night of the charity auction?

Whatever the reason, we both needed this. I needed him more than I needed to breathe.

“Brat,” he moaned as he slowed his pace.

“Don’t stop.”