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“Like hell you are.” She tried to turn around, but I pressed her over the edge of the vanity, immediately folding the thick leather strap. Before she had another chance to object, I brought the belt down across her backside.

“Ouch! You can’t do this.”

“I can and I will. You’re under my protection and I’ll do what’s necessary to keep you safe. Including from yourself.” I issued three in rapid succession, thoroughly amused at the chastising expression on her face.

Her eyes were what held my brief but rapt attention. My God. They could burn a hole into a man. Right now, it felt as if every inch of skin was on fire. Maybe it was.

Turning my attention to the deed at hand, I cracked the belt against her bottom two more times, marveling in the beautiful rose color blooming on both cheeks.

“I swear to God, Maddox. If you don’t stop…”

“Then you’ll what?” I repeated the previous action, the sharp cracking sound forcing her to jump.

“Hate you even more than I do.” She gripped the edge of the counter, taking several shallow breaths. After doling out three additional strikes, I gathered a whiff of her desire. The scent caught me off guard.

“You know you deserve this,” I breathed, no longer recognizing the sound of my own voice.

“Like hell I do. Don’t you know I’m scared to death?”

“You should be, but you have a funny way of showing it.” I took a few seconds, rubbing my hand down her spine to the crack between her buttocks. Even breathing was difficult around her, so much so I was forced to take a few seconds.

I returned to punishing her, my belt bringing forth a gasp with each strike. As she began to pant from a mixture of pain and what was almost certainly pleasure, I paused, catching my breath.

Her whimpers continued, her bottom turning a deeper red.

She continued studying me, her chest rising and falling. “I don’t blame you.” She said it so quietly I almost didn’t hear her.

“For what?”

“For doing this. I’m sorry. I’m just… out of sorts.” She licked her lips, turning her head slightly. Her reflection highlighted her confusion and her fear.

Now I felt guilty even if she did deserve the punishment.

“Just a couple more.”

She didn’t fight me. She didn’t argue. She simply remained where she was, refusing to look at our combined reflection.

My chest was tight, but I followed through with my earlier decision, cracking the belt across her bared skin four more times. Only I realized the strikes hadn’t been given with the same intensity as before. Still, her stained skin was a reminder that I’d marked her.

I was forced to accept that she’d unraveled all the tight defenses I’d placed around me in a few days’ time.

She’d picked apart layers of hate and anger, of uncertainty and self-deprecating needs. I wasn’t certain whether to be angry with her or continue finding her actions irresistible.

As soon as I dropped the belt, she hung her head, her knuckles now white from the force used in holding onto the counter.

There were no words that could be said, nothing that would ease either her mental anguish or physical discomfort. Maybe I’d crossed a line. Maybe I’d forgotten the cardinal rule I’d placed on myself long before I’d met her.

Never to get involved with anyone I’d rescued or was asked to protect.

Even with the stark reminder, I crowded her space as I’d done one too many times, pressing my body against hers.

As before, it felt good being this close to her.

Her chest continued to rise and fall and I could feel her rapidly beating heart.

I placed my hands beside hers, never blinking as I studied her beautiful face.

She was one of the most incredible women I’d ever met.

Gorgeous.

Intelligent.

Ballsy.

She slowly lifted her head, her eyes dancing in the fluorescent light. Her lower lip was quivering and the way her long dark lashes skimmed her cheeks was far too arousing. My cock was pressed against her bottom, my balls tight as drums.

When she pushed back against me, another rush of hunger tossed out the earlier frustrations. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her. This wasn’t a relationship. This wasn’t forever. And I wasn’t the kind of man who could fall in love with anyone.

Yet…

She eased her hands over mine, forcing us to intertwine our fingers. The closeness was everything we both needed.

Even if it was nothing that could last.

I rubbed against her, drinking in the sweet scent of our earlier sex. Her eyes never left mine and her breathing remained shallow. Whether or not she knew me, she’d placed her trust in me and by God, I’d follow through with my promise.

She shifted her hips back and forth, creating extreme friction. When I removed my hand from hers, she bit her lip and her body stiffened. I pulled her back against me, creating a space between us, and slid my hand between her legs.

Her smile was slight, a warm flush sweeping across her cheeks. All the while watching me.

Hungering for me.

Needing me.

I rolled the tip of my finger around her clit, my body as tense as it had ever been. She was wet and so hot that I was nearly blinded by the intense desire.

She licked her lips, arching her back even more as soon as I pushed two fingers past her swollen lips.

There was something unique and even more passionate about the quietness shared between us. There was only our breaths and moans. As I continued rubbing her pussy, she lifted her head, half closing her eyes.

The heat continued to build, her soft whimpers increasing. I could do this for hours, doing nothing more than teasing her, watching her reaction to my tempered touch.

When I drove another finger beside the two, she clamped her legs together, her smile widening. Once again, she licked her lips, only this time raking the tip back and forth across the bottom one.

There would never be any doubt she knew exactly how best to get to me, breaking down every defense. I’d spanked her, but she was still tempting me like the little minx I’d called her.

And it was working.

As soon as I removed my hand, she stiffened once again, blinking several times as I lifted my arm. Just rubbing the slickened tips across her lips was a huge turn-on, my cock throbbing more than before.

“Open that pretty little mouth of yours.” My command was dark, completely dominant.

She did as I asked, her lack of hesitation a clear indication she enjoyed a firm hand. I pressed the tips of my fingers into her mouth and she didn’t need to be told to suck them. Instantly, her tongue slathered the long digits, swirling back and forth as she mewed from the exercise.

“Nice and clean, little minx.”

Her tongue was soothing, but my balls were tightening just from the seductive exercise alone.

When I was satisfied with her production, I popped them free, rubbing the ends across her heated cheek. Using my knee, I pressed her legs apart.

She pushed herself as far away from the counter as possible, holding her head high as I slipped the tip of my cock against her pussy.

Every time she bit her lower lip, I was pulled into some kind of erotic trance.

Very slowly I pushed inside, exhaling as I savored the way her pussy muscles clenched around my dick. Goddamn, the woman was tight, more so than any other.

Her breathing was even more labored as I plunged the remainder inside, holding still as she issued soft murmurs. The pulsing sensations were incredible, the wave of electricity I was experiencing a powerful aphrodisiac.

She slowly lowered her head as her entire body began to shake. I pulled out, thrusting into her again and wrapped my hand around the front of her leg. The feel of having her pussy wrapped around my cock kept my muscles tense. As my actions became rougher, she pressed her hands against the glass.

With my breathing even more labored, I did my best to maintain some sense of control. Tonight, I wanted all of her, as if fucking her the first three times hadn’t been enough. I pumped hard and fast, developing a rhythm while paying attention to her gestures and murmurs. She was close to climaxing.

With the ache in my body building, I kept my eyes pinned on her face and buried my face against her neck. Her eyes were now closed, her skin glistening from the shower and the slight exertion.

“Oh… My. God.” As the climax roared through her system, she shook uncontrollably, the look on her face serene. I pumped harder and faster, pushing her to another edge until a giant wave captured her, pulling her into a moment of rapture.

I could see it on her face.

As she began to come down from the intense high, I pressed my thumb against her asshole. She was startled, opening her eyes wide, but there was nothing but continued desire in them.

With a smile on my face, I pushed my thumb into her tight hole, pumping several times. Her mews continued as she quivered in my hold.

“You’re so… bad,” she managed.

I added a second finger, pumping several times as my cock pulsed deep in her pussy. She was thrown by the moment, but her eyes were suddenly on fire just like her wild personality.

While it was difficult not to be rough, to take everything I wanted with no reservations, I held back. She was too precious, too vulnerable, and the last thing I would do was to hurt her.

As her moans continued, I slipped my cock to her dark entrance, holding my breath and sliding the tip just inside.

Charmaine stiffened, lifting her head to look me directly in the eyes. When another, more mischievous smile crossed her face, I issued a series of deep growls. Delight formed in her eyes and she pushed back against me, forcing my dick deeper inside.

“Be careful, little minx. You’ll hurt yourself.”

“Worth the risk,” she whispered and wiggled back and forth.

This woman was going to upend me. I allowed her to take control if only for a few seconds until my cock was fully seated inside. With both of us taking a deep breath, once again she dropped her head, scratching at the mirror with her nails.

She was tight, so much so I could feel her muscles pulsing around me.

“You feel so damn good,” I told her.

“Mmm…”

With limited control, I pulled out, holding the stance before driving into her again.

When I developed a rhythm, she matched it perfectly.

I wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her tightly against me.

The heat was even more explosive than before.

Every time she undulated her hips, my shaft was driven in until my balls slapped against her pussy.

We rocked together, becoming one as the mirror began to steam. She laughed softly and rolled a single finger through the fog, creating a heart. It struck me hard, as if this was meant to be.

As if our coupling was more than just sex.

My thrusts became more erratic as every muscle tensed. I pushed myself close to the edge, longing to hold back until I couldn’t take it anymore.

But the ache in my balls increased, my cock throbbing as it swelled. There was no chance I could hold back any longer.

I yanked her off her feet, holding her aloft as I plunged hard and fast. Every sound she made brought sweet music to my ears. She slapped her hands on my thighs, squeezing my muscles and that was all I could take.

With three brutal plunges, I released.

Filling her with my seed.

Satisfying our raging hungers.

For now.