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His eyes were now closed and I squeezed my pussy muscles on purpose. With a dark chuckle, he ripped me away from the wall, taking three strides toward the huge bed and dumping me in the center.

Before I had a chance to playfully crawl away, he was on the bed positioned behind me. He jerked my head back by my hair before sliding his hand around my throat.

“Teasing me isn’t the best thing for you to do,” he growled and didn’t waste any time driving the length of his cock into my pussy.

“Why is that?”

“Haven’t you heard? Because I’m an asshole.”

He pulled out once again before sinking into me completely. He gripped my hip with his other hand, holding the position just long enough I moaned. There was something entirely different about how he was fucking me now. There was more possession to it, more sensuality and sense of ownership.

I was still tingling all over, but my mind couldn’t process the thought.

As he began to develop a rhythm, he reached around and played with my breast. Just the way he was flicking his finger across my nipple forced several moans from my lip. He was so forceful he was rocking the bed and I still wondered if our raucous activity could be heard.

He pinched and twisted my taut bud again until I cried out before letting go. Everything about the man was huge, including his hands. When he spread his fingers wide, rolling the flat of his hand around my hip, I shuddered more than once.

The hard slap of his hand made me yelp, but I laughed afterwards. For such a brutal man, he had a playful side I hadn’t seen coming.

Jago started fucking me in earnest again. I was sweaty and hot, enraptured and hoping this would continue.

He refused to stop, his stamina unlike any other man I’d been with. My throat was scratchy, my pants barely recognizable, and beads of his sweat tickled my back as he fucked me.

I couldn’t care less that I’d be sore.

Or that I was supposed to hate him.

How could I think of anything else but the incredible orgasm that rushed through me, creating a beautiful kaleidoscope of colors in front of my eyes?

“Oh. Oh. Yes. God, yes. Yes…” I closed both as the climax electrified my entire body. I felt him tense and clenched my pussy muscles again. There was something delicious about taunting him.

His pants became strangled. With a deep roar, he threw his head back and yanked me back with him as he erupted deep inside. He wrapped his other arm around me, finally easing his hold on my throat. “You do something to me,” he whispered.

It was as close to an endearing comment he’d made and I had a feeling they were few and hard to come by.

Perhaps he was reading my mind again because only seconds after making the statement, he pulled out and climbed from the bed.

I collapsed, still trying to catch my breath when I heard the soft click of the door after he’d left.

CHAPTER 21

Jago

A wedding.

An alliance.

Merging two companies into one.

It was all too much for the woman who sat across from me. She was constantly checking her phone as if waiting for additional bad news. Given everything she’d been through, I would think being in my protected castle would at least provide her with some sense of comfort.

Or perhaps I was arrogant enough to believe the passion we’d shared the night before would ease the pain of being forced into our union. But as with so much regarding her, I’d thought wrong.

What bothered me more than her quiet insolence was how territorial I felt about her. Even with her sitting across from me at my desk, I was constantly thinking about additional waysto keep her as my possession. It was a strange feeling for me since no one had affected me quite the way she had and would continue doing.

I didn’t like being unnerved nor did I appreciate surprises. Perhaps both were a fact of life, but that didn’t mean I was forced to accept them. Generally, it was unwise to push me to the point of becoming unnerved anyway. I usually lashed out with uncontrollable anger and typically that meant someone would get hurt.

Even damaged beyond repair.