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CHAPTER 3

C assandra

With a man like Wilder, there was no pretense, no softness to him whatsoever.

Not in his expressions.

Not in his body.

And certainly not in the way he touched me.

I’d barely managed to lock the door and drop my purse on the small entrance foyer floor when he was all over me, crushing his full body weight against mine as he captured my mouth. He pushed me against the wall with enough force that I knew he’d make good on his promise.

And dear God, I wanted him to.

As he swept his tongue inside, the cool, refreshing hint of vodka was almost as powerful as his rugged scent. His kiss was almost violent, so needy that my breath was stolen, the earth rumbling beneath my feet.

His huge hands roamed my body, sliding up and down my sides as I shifted back and forth. The friction created only added to the spark, the building firestorm something I’d never experienced.

It was such a rush that I saw stars even though my eyes were closed. His hunger knew no bounds, every sound he made guttural as if he was consuming me. Even though I longed to feel his hot flesh, to have the touch sear my fingertips, he wasn’t allowing me any traction. The kiss was so wild, so explosive that I couldn’t think straight.

Not that I wanted to.

This was everything I craved and nothing I needed.

At least not with a stranger.

But it was so good, so filthy and decadent that I immediately lost myself in the moment. When he sucked on my tongue, I issued a harsh moan. Not from fear of anything he would do, but from the building excitement.

He pulled me away from the wall just enough so he could wrap his hands around my bottom, squeezing both cheeks as he ground his cock between my legs. He was huge. There was no doubt the man was well endowed. The flicker of lights in my mind increased until every fleck was in a colorful hue.

When he finally came up for air, breaking the rough moment of intimacy, he nipped my bottom lip and pushed himself off the wall.

“Do you like the way I touch you, little butterfly?”

“Yes.” The answer was so simple. So easy.

“Do you hunger for me to devour you?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

“Good girl.”

Why were those two little words so thrilling?

With only the light of the moon streaming in from the frosted panes of glass bordering the door, I was barely able to bask in the glory of the man. Yet I wanted him naked.

I tried again, shoving his suit jacket over his shoulders. He allowed me the small gesture, even tugging the coat off his arms and pitching it to the floor, but after that, he resumed control. Within seconds, he’d removed my jacket, tugging on my blouse and nearly ripping the buttons before managing to slide the silky material from my shoulders.

But he didn’t stop there, deftly unfastening my bra. As soon as my breasts were free, he sucked in his breath in a way that caused him to whistle. I was aware he said something but had no clue what it was. My mind was too foggy to think clearly about anything.

He cupped my breasts, immediately flicking his fingers back and forth across my nipples. They were already so hard, so sensitive that I moaned in response.

“So fucking beautiful,” I did hear him say just seconds before he pinched both hardened buds.

How long had I dreamt of a man taking me forcefully, issuing rounds of pain countered with bouts of pleasure? Too long. I’d never thought I’d experience something so incredible but with every tingling sensation, my pussy throbbed even more.

There were several emotions running through me as he bent his head, sucking first on one nipple then the other. Anger. Hatred. Giddiness. Lust.

Lust won out, obliterating everything else.

He bit down with enough force I jumped, lolling my head against the wall. His forcefulness continued as he unzipped my skirt, taking my thong along with the soft material to the floor. Even though it was dark, all I could think about was being grateful I’d worn matching underwear.

I laughed to myself. I doubted he would care at this point.

When he lifted me from my heels, I was certain I was going to lose my mind. I fought to unbutton his shirt, but he shoved my arms away. When I tried again, whining in protest, he stopped long enough to grab his tie, jerking it from around the collar of his shirt.

There was no talking as he yanked my arms out in front of me, wrapping the silk around both wrists. It took him only a few seconds. All I could think about was that this man knew what he was doing. Another reason my excitement remained high.

When I could no longer control my actions, he dropped to the floor, spreading my legs wide, bending them as he placed them around his shoulders.

Holy shit. The moment his hot breath was splashed across my aching pussy, I did my best to bite back a yelp but failed.

“Oh, what… What are you doing?”

“I’m thirsty, Lady Butterfly.” He buried his face in my wetness and I knew I’d fallen into some perfect fantasy. “A much better name for someone so elegant.”

His hands were so strong, his fingers digging into my skin, and I pointed my toes in response. It had been so long since a man had feasted on me, I remained somewhat embarrassed. I was a grown woman, yet was almost ashamed a man was pleasuring me this way.

But it felt so damn good.

I was able to rub my fingers in his thick hair, marveling at how soft it felt. He didn’t seem bothered I was fucking with him as he licked me furiously. When he drove at least two fingers along with his tongue past my tight channel, I couldn’t move any longer. His passion had sapped all my energy.

I lost all track of time as he learned every sound and moan I could make, going slower then driving me harder until I was at the brink of ecstasy. The man was torturing me, allowing me to rush close to the edge and pulling back.

There was no controlling my body’s reaction. He’d played every muscle like a fiddle and without advance warning, a powerful orgasm swept through me. I opened my mouth, willing myself to issue a silent scream. The last thing I wanted was for the neighbors to call the police.

That wouldn’t look good in the morning.

I bit back a laugh as he continued licking me as furiously as when he’d consumed my mouth. I was still riding the high when he rose to his full height.

To my delight, he unbuttoned his sleeves slowly enough I was able to blink until I could focus. I needed to see the man in all his glory. When he finally yanked the shirt over his head, I heard my gasp before I realized what I’d done.

He was without a doubt the hottest man I’d ever seen. He was so ripped, I was able to clearly see every muscle. No man was supposed to be so well defined. The ink I’d seen on his neck extended down his chest. And even though I couldn’t make out what his art depicted, I knew it was hot.

I licked my lips in appreciation seconds before he tossed me over his shoulder. I felt like a ragdoll in comparison to how huge he was. It was almost as if he’d been inside my condo before, heading up the stairs and directly to my bedroom. I cringed when remembering my normal neat and tidy self had been on vacation that morning since I’d woken up late.

The bed was unmade, my robe tossed in the middle. Even the closet door was open. When he turned on a light by the bed, I struggled to escape his hold. Instead of allowing that to happen, he tossed me onto the middle of the rolled-up comforter.

And to my horror, he picked up the book I was reading that I’d left on the nightstand.

For the first time since I’d met the man, he grinned. It wasn’t a subtle grin either. It was a knowing one since I was reading a very dark BDSM romance. The heat wasn’t just covering my face in embarrassment. It was sliding down my neck to my chest.

He tossed it aside and turned toward me. There was a darker look in his eyes as if seeing what I liked to read had unlocked something dark in him.

When he unfastened his belt, I scrambled to the back of the bed, but with my hands tied, I fumbled more than anything. He quickly grabbed one ankle, dragging me to the edge of the bed. As if I weighed nothing, he flipped me over onto my stomach. Somehow, I managed to crawl onto all fours, but he used that against me.

I suddenly felt his huge palm smack across my backside. It hurt like hell and I was momentarily stunned. When he did it again, I was jarred back into reality.

“Oh, fuck,” I managed and tried to free myself, but his hold was too strong.

He was certainly intent on keeping me in line, delivering four more cracks of his hand with such ferocity, I knew there’d be handprints left for me to gawk at in the morning. I suddenly didn’t care although I continued clawing forward, only to be jerked backward once again.

The smacks became even harder, the sound louder than I ever thought they’d be. But then again, I knew nothing about a man disciplining a woman. This was… Amazing.

Pain had morphed into a moment of rapture, and I struggled more. He didn’t disappoint me, increasing his control and the force of his hand every time I moved away. Finally, he gripped my hair hard, punishing my ass and thighs until I had no fight left in me. As soon as he stopped issuing one smack after the other, I fell onto the bed face first, taking gasping breaths. There was such intensity about the man in everything he did that he’d managed to steal my breath once again.

I heard rustling and struggled to roll over. My efforts were rewarded when I was able to bask in the complete beauty of his body.

Every part of him was chiseled to perfection. There wasn’t an inch of fat on the man anywhere. His arms were huge, his thighs bigger than my waist or so it seemed. I almost giggled like some stupid girl when I allowed my gaze to fall onto his cock.

His shaft was a creation of perfection. I could compare him to a Greek god, but that wouldn’t be good enough. I didn’t have any additional time to revel in his stunning looks before he climbed onto the bed. There was no discussion about how this would be handled, no talk about anything at all before he spread my legs and leaned over.

But he did shake his head slowly as he allowed his heated gaze to fall. I could tell what he was thinking and how he was planning on devouring me. I longed to run my fingers over his pecs, touching every part of him. I also wanted nothing more than to stroke his cock, but he was in full control.

Somehow, I had a feeling this was just the beginning of one long, glorious night.

He lifted one leg, placing it over his shoulder before pressing the swollen tip of his cock against my pussy. As with every other action he’d taken, he wasn’t gentle, driving the entire length into me.

I heard myself gasp, but it was as if I’d been driven into a vacuum or an echo chamber. The sensations were as powerful as the man, pushing me into almost screaming out his name already. The evil woman inside of me refused him the satisfaction.

At least for now.

When I pressed both hands against his chest, he issued an intense growl that reverberated all through me. The touch was just as I’d expected, creating a wave of heat that could soon turn explosive. He pulled out, driving into me again with even more force.

I breathed through the pleasurable moment, the lack of control managing to be a powerful aphrodisiac. My mind was filled with filthy images, but he continuously brought me back to reality as he thrust harder and faster. The intensity of his stare kept my eyes locked onto his and I wanted to ask him what he was thinking.

That was as crazy as the moment.

I arched my back as much as possible, meeting every brutal thrust as best I could. There was something insanely powerful about his rough actions. He ripped my arms over my head, giving me a stern look.

“Keep them there.”

Why did I almost answer him with ‘yes, sir’?

Wilder didn’t stop, yanking my other leg over his shoulder and lifting my aching bottom off the bed. As he ground into me, going even deeper, I sensed another orgasm tickling my toes. It shot up through my core and the moment I started to scream, he covered my mouth with his. Not only did he capture the sound, he snagged the series of moans as well.

Being lost in him was incredible and I wiggled back and forth as the orgasm swept through me. I’d never been given this much bliss and I was going to ride it for as long as possible.

I could tell he was close to coming. When I squeezed my pussy muscles, he jerked back. His eyes were now hooded, his face devoid of any expression.

But dear God, even the way it was, his gaze was full of darkness.

He pumped harder, pounding into me until the headboard was banging against the wall.

As he pulled back, breaking the kiss, his breathing became even more labored. Every muscle tensed in the man and soon, he stiffened and erupted deep inside.

The heat was even more explosive, but he wasn’t finished with me. When he pulled out, I gasped as he painted my abdomen with his cream, zigging and zagging the shots of cum back and forth.

His face was pinched as he stroked the base of his cock, growling the entire time.

When I was covered with his seed, he offered a wicked grin and slipped his fingers into the thick string, rubbing through it.

As he covered my areolas, I held my breath. He was controlled with what he was doing, acting as if it was art.

The moment he was finished, I closed my eyes and lolled my head. I felt his weight as he leaned over, nibbling my ear. When he whispered, I bit my inner cheek.

“Don’t get too comfortable, Lady Butterfly. We’re just getting started.”