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T he pain of that tragedy filled me, but with it was a healthy dose of curiosity.

“How did you hear about Andrew?” I asked.

Nothing could stop the hurt expression from crossing my face, as it did every time I heard his name.

But I was uncertain how Connor would have heard it.

“Why? Was it a secret, Clementine? Were you trying to hide it from me?”

His expression was furious and raw. Like Connor was holding on to himself by a thread.

Uncertainty turned into shock.

What was he? Did he honestly think?

“What? No! Connor, I don’t know what you think?—”

“Think? I’ve been going out of my mind all fucking night trying to find this prick’s last name!” he shouted, pointing one inked up finger at me.

My eyes widened, and my whole body seemed to go on alert in the face of his anger. No, I didn’t think he would hurt me physically.

Not that.

And I was not sure why seeing him so riled was working me up, but it was. Goddamn, it was.

All that masculine energy sizzling about the room was doing crazy, dirty things to me. Making my heart skip a beat. Causing a flood of arousal to seep into my panties.

“Goddamn it, Clementine, if you’ve been fucking around on me, I-I don’t know what the hell I’ll do,” he growled standing up and pushing away from the table so hard and fast he made his chair slam onto the stone floor.

“Connor!” I gasped, stunned.

But that didn’t work to stop him.

Next thing I knew, he’d pushed my chair out, too. Next, he pulled me up, his heavy breathing caused warm air to tickle my sensitive skin. Then he grabbed my arms, slamming me into his hard body a second before he wrapped his strong arms around my back and crushed my mouth beneath his mouth.

Oooh, that kiss was punishing. Full of fury and hurt and need.

So much fucking need.

But I wanted it. I needed it, too.

Whatever he’d been told or was thinking, he had it wrong. But Connor wasn’t letting me up for air, never mind giving me a chance to explain.

I had no time to react or respond, all I could do was hold on as he lowered his hands, squeezing my ass before hoisting me up in the air.

I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively. The sound of fabric ripping reminded me that I had on a long skirt.

It was made of some elastic material. But it was not stretchy enough to accommodate Connor’s added bulk as his hips shoved between my legs.

“You’re fucking mine,” he growled against my mouth, sending a fiery rush of awareness through me.

My back hit the wall, and I groaned into his mouth. His big hand cradled my head, saving me from getting hurt, and I would thank him for it.

Later.

If the new pretty pair of panties I wore weren’t already soaked from his dominant display, they sure were now.

I moaned as he ravaged my mouth, dropping biting little kisses along my jaw and neck.

Moving my head to allow him better access, I gasped when I felt the skirt give way. The sound of fabric tearing even louder than before. Cool air wafted across my legs, ass, and sex.

“Wearing this goddamn tight skirt. Showing the world what’s mine,” he growled, cupping my pussy over my panties.

Oh. Fuck. Me.

It felt so good when he did that. My body heated, this insane passion we shared drove the temperature higher.

It was reckless and stupid, but I was beyond reason. I would have done anything to make sure he kept on doing what he was doing.

Touching me.

Pinning me to the wall with his bulk.

Claiming me with his kiss.

My body was on fire for him. Nothing was enough.

I needed more of, of everything. It was like I’d lost all reason. I was the sum of my desires, of my desperate need for him.

I felt like I would never be whole again until he was inside me.

That wasn’t right. Somewhere deep inside, I knew I shouldn’t have had that kind of reaction to him or his barbaric display.

But I could not help it.

No one drove me wild like Connor did.

My desperate Daddy.

My hot as fuck lover.

“That’s right, Darlin’. Only Daddy can make you crazy like this. And I want you wild for me, Clementine. Make no mistake,” he said, and I opened my eyes, not even realizing I’d said any of that out loud.

“Don’t stop now. Tell Daddy what you like. I want you begging and panting and fucking soaked for me,” he growled, and then I felt him there .

His thick crown notched at my entrance, and I whimpered, needing him to move. To flex his hips and fill me.

Then I remembered what he told me to do, and I clutched at him, making sure his eyes were on mine when I told him exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Please, Daddy. I need you to fuck me. I’m soaked for you. Only you,” I said, and his entire body seemed to rumble.

While I’d been talking, my hands left his face, already working to rip at the buttons of his shirt.

I needed to see his battle roughened body. To feel the warm, bronzed skin pulled tight over his muscled flesh.

Connor’s breathing grew harsh and without so much as a by your leave, he pushed that thick dick of his inside me, splitting my tight pussy in two.

I groaned, taking everything he gave me with unmitigated glee. I couldn’t help it. I loved that burn. The feeling of my pussy trying so hard to accommodate him.

“Mine, Clementine. Understand now?”

Connor was so far gone, rutting into me against the wall. But it didn’t hurt, no, not that. And despite his snarling brutality, his outright ferocity, Connor didn’t scare me.

If anything, I loved the fact that I made him lose control like that. That my plump little body and relative inexperience turned him on so much, he couldn’t even make it to the bed before he had his dick balls deep inside me.

“Connor!”

“Oh no, Little Girl. You call me something else when I’m filling this cunt nine and a half inches deep,” he grunted, withdrawing till just his crown stayed inside me.

My mouth opened.

Fuck.

That was hot.

My body was burning up like a comet, and I was desperate for him to do anything, everything.

I needed more. I tried to flex my hips, but he squeezed them, stilling my movements.

“Daddy! Please,” I begged.

“Please what? What do you need?”

“I need you to make me come. Please let me come,” I whimpered, frustrated tears rolling down my face.

“Easy, Darlin’. Hold on to me. Daddy’s got you,” he said, licking my face, sucking up my tears as he started to stroke back inside.

The sound of our sex was lewd and loud, but it was so damn sexy. A squelching, slapping symphony of sounds.

He grunted as he moved harder, grinding the base of his thick shaft just right, hitting my clit and making tendrils of pleasure spike through my blood.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on as he fucked me against the wall.

A familiar tingle began to build just then. It started in my belly, then moved down, sinking deeper, lower and getting stronger with every swivel and grind of his body.

“Oh yes, yes, Daddy, yes!” I screamed and my pussy contracted, squeezing his fat cock so damn tight it’s almost violent.

My eyes closed, and I almost blacked out with the intensity of my orgasm, but I managed to open them in time to see Connor’s face twist as he found his own release inside my willing flesh.

God, he was gorgeous like that. Face scrunched and teeth bared like an animal about to howl. His pumps were erratic, no rhyme or reason, but every move brings another tremor to my body.

I can’t do anything but accept it. I took it all in, every sound, sight, and smell. I just swallowed them all down to the very depths of my soul.

Holding on to Connor through every aftershock, until we both slid to the floor. He has one hand pressed against the wall as his knees hit the ground, still holding my weight up with his body and his other hand on my ass.

I couldn’t move to help him. Didn’t even know how. All I knew was that my emotions were so big and so hot I thought they would vaporize me.

His entire body shook and as I came back to myself, I held him sweetly, cradling him close and whispering words I had no idea what I said, but it felt right. Necessary even.

He lifted his head, those coal black eyes of his locked onto mine, then he kissed me. And for the first time, it was gentle, full of feeling and tenderness.

“Gotta put you down a sec, then I’ll pick you up,” he whispered, and did just that.

We stopped at the primary bathroom adjoining his bedroom and Connor turned on the jets to what was probably the most luxurious shower I had ever seen, and that was saying something.

We were both too raw to speak, and I followed his unspoken commands and moved beneath the spray of water, using his body wash to clean the sticky mess we made from my skin while he did the same on his side.

Connor left the stall first, greeting me with a fluffy towel when I exited fifteen minutes later. He was already dry and wore a pair of silky gray boxers.

My mouth watered at the sight. Really. His entire body was built as if that was his only job. Like he just worked out all day to make unsuspecting women drool and fall at his feet.

Nice feet, too.

But it was all the dark tatts covering up his thick thighs and broad chest, those huge biceps that allowed him to hold a girl like me like I weighed nothing that made me swoon.

I walked to him on unsteady legs, reaching for the towel, but instead of handing it to me, he opened it. I had no choice but to step inside the wall that was his body. To let it wrap around me, making me feel small and secure, and goddamn it, I wanted to weep.

Somehow in three days’ time I’d fallen for this man.

I was in love with Connor Callahan, and that single action was the biggest, worst mistake I could have made.