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I hoped he would come, that he wouldn’t let my silent challenge stand unanswered. By taking on Jamie, Vegas would interpret my action as a challenge to his capability and strength. I’d been waiting all evening with the front door unlocked. When I finally hear his bike pull in, I lose my nerve for a moment, especially when I look out the window and find him sitting there, staring at me from a distance. My heart is thumping in my chest, half excited, half in fear that if my plan backfires, he’d hate me and talking this out would no longer be a possibility. Once I saw him move, I knew it was game on.

Challenging him, I ask, “What took you so long?” Fire explodes in his eyes, a feverish need burning in them as he grabs my arms and pushes me inside and against the wall. His lips crashing onto mine is a brutal assault on my senses, driving me crazy with need. I’m instantly wet, the heat traveling through my body from head to toe. His tongue demands entrance into my mouth, and when it invades me, I can’t hold back a groan of pleasure.

His smell, his taste, his heat, it’s all fast overwhelming me. My knees threaten to give way under his onslaught. His erection throbs against me through his jeans, and I can’t help myself. I move my hand from his hair to his boner and stroke it over his jeans. Every move I make, it pulses again in my hand.

When he lifts his head, he douses my passion with an ice bucket of words.

“What did you do? What do you want from me, Ash? I’m no good for you, and you know it,” he hisses at me.

Letting him finish his tidy little speech, without thinking, I slap him hard. The fucking nerve!

“You asshole.” I’m furious, and he’s truly clueless. “I know exactly who and what you are. I make my own decisions about what my so-called knight looks like, and I don’t give a shit about how bad you think you are for me. Have you ever considered that you may not be the only one with your kind of darkness? Have you?” I pant like a marathon runner, my anger taking my breath away as my eyes lock on his.

“Princess, I’ll give you one chance, and one chance only, to step away. I have a few years on you, and you know about my needs. You’re hotter than the equator, and I can only fight wanting in your pussy for so long. You don’t step away right the fuck now, I will fuck you until you scream. I’ll fuck you hard and proper. I don’t do vanilla well, you know that, so you know what you’re getting into. Make your decision, but be certain you can handle what I’ll dish out. And make no mistake, from this moment on, we will be exclusive. I want to see a test that you’re clean, and I’ll provide you with the same. I expect you to go on birth control because a child is not what I want or need right now. And I’ll be in control, and you’ll be mine to do with as I please.”

Game on. Time for me to show that I made my choice before I even realized there was a choice to make. I stare him down.

“I don’t do submissive contracts. I’m not a full-on sub. Just fair to let you know. Domination inside the bedroom only. Condoms until we both have our test results. Now, fuck me already.”

As I finish my little speech, quite proud of myself, he pulls me toward him with a grunt and punishes my not at all submissive tone with a harsh, hotter than hell kiss. My legs go instantly like jelly. This man and his magic mouth. I want to feel that mouth in other places, all over my body. I need him to take charge but lose control at the same time. My folds are soaked, and I can’t wait to feel his cock buried inside me. I moan as his kiss heats me to unbearable degrees. My body feels as though it’s on fire and only he can douse the flames.

He puts his hands under my ass and lifts me. I automatically wrap my legs around his hips, and now, I can feel his denim-clad cock teasing and applying pressure where I need it most. Pushing back, I rub myself over his bulge. I need friction to get some relief, as the need is driving me insane. I dimly notice that we’re moving and am only partially aware that he has carried me into the bedroom.

He throws me onto the bed, literally, making me catch my breath as I land, while he stares at me from the foot end.

“Off,” he commands, nodding at my clothes. I stand next to the bed and slowly take off my jeans, socks, and emerald green lacy pants, then I pull my T-shirt over my head and undo my matching bra, letting it fall to the floor. My nipples are hard and tight, so hard they actually hurt.

I need his hands and mouth on me, but I know I need to take what he’s giving me. For now. Swallowing hard, I feel my wetness making its way down between my thighs. I clench my thighs together to put pressure on my throbbing clit. Vegas smirks, clearly sensing my need and discomfort.

“I can smell you from here, princess. Are you wet for me?” I can’t get out any words, so I just nod. “How wet? Show me,” he commands. I slowly run my hands down my body, one hand tweaking my hard, aching nipple while the other delves between my saturated folds. I bring my fingers up to show they’re glistening with my excitement.

“Now, lick them clean, princess.” I comply instantly and suck my wet fingers into my mouth, tasting myself. A moan escapes me as I continue to twist my nipples. “Enough,” he thunders at me, his eyes full of heat. “Put your hands by your sides, no more touching. I’m the only one who touches that body,” he growls.

Vegas slowly steps toward me, taking off his jeans and shirt. I marvel at his body, so cut and muscled. A male body shouldn’t be described as beautiful, I’m sure, but his rough, Viking-like beauty takes my breath away. All I can do is stare and hope that I get to trace my tongue over every inch of him.

“Like what you see, do you?” he teases me. Again, I can only nod. My eyes rest on his many tattoos, all of which I want to trace, get to know every single inch of his amazing body. As my eyes travel down, I draw in a deep breath. His boxers are not hiding a thing and I can see his massive erection tracing through.

Definitely not average-sized. I should be worried about his size, but instead, I instinctively lick my lips. I’ve never wanted to wrap my lips around a cock so much in my entire life, I can feel my saliva running wild in my mouth. The need to taste and feel him is overwhelming, and I shift on my feet. He smirks at me and shakes his head, tutting.

“Bit impatient, are we?” His voice is drenched in his desire and need. “On the bed,” he commands.

I lie down in the center of the bed, watching him. My breath comes in panting bursts. I’ve never been so turned on in all my life. He slowly removes his boxers as I watch, as my brain struggles to reconcile what my eyes are seeing.

He’s huge, hard, and standing to attention. I watch his hand go to his cock, giving himself a few hard strokes. Instinctively, I open my legs so he can see my heat and wetness. My folds are soaking. My hand moves down my body on autopilot, and I can’t take much more. My clit needs some relief.

“Touch yourself, and not only will I spank you, but I won’t let you come for hours,” Vegas threatens, his eyes locking on mine. Sighing, I put both my hands onto the sheets and grab hold of them. “Good girl,” Vegas rumbles. He kneels between my legs and runs his hands slowly up and down, caressing my calves and knees, then running slowly and tantalizingly over my thighs from the outside to the inside. It’s driving me crazy, and I shift on the bed, needing more.

“Keep still,” he demands. I do my best to comply, my fingers clenching the sheets hard. Leaning over me, his body brushes mine, making my need flare to unbearable proportions. His lips crash down on mine in a searing, demanding kiss. It rips a moan from me, which only makes him kiss me harder. He nips my lower lip before his tongue invades my mouth and the taste of him devastates me. I’m like an addict going cold turkey, shivering uncontrollably. My skin is racing with goosebumps, and I can’t contain my moans. I turn my head and whimper,

“Please Vegas.”

“Please what, princess?” He looks down at me.

“Please, Vegas, I need to feel you.”

“Feel me where? Tell me what you want, what you need,” he demands.

“I need you inside me, Vegas. I’m going out of my mind. I need you to make me come on your cock,” I gasp out, holding his eyes.

“All in good time.” He smirks at me. “I’m going to savor this princess, and you’ll be patient, or I won’t allow you your release.”

I groan at his statement. I’ve seen him operate and know he will make good on his threat if I don’t comply. He sits up and places his mouth over one of my erect nipples. All the air whooshes out of my lungs and a loud groan escapes me. At last, some relief for my needy buds. He lavishes attention on both, nipping, sucking, biting, with an edge of pain. The pain mixes with pleasure and heat floods my body.

“Oh, princess, you like that, huh?” He smiles.

“Yes” is all I can breathe out. “Please, Vegas, more.”

He obliges me this time and continues to lick and suck, covering both my breasts with small hickeys. My brain can’t keep up with all the different sensations. My hips lift off the bed automatically. I can’t do a thing about it. I feel myself being flipped and turned onto my hands and knees. No sooner have I got all limbs on the sheet than a sharp smack lands on my ass cheek. I whimper at the pain. His hands are rubbing my check gently, massaging, and the pain turns into crazy pleasure. He repeats the same treatment with the other side and then alternates until I’m mindless with pleasure. I don’t notice that I’m dripping onto the sheets, nor that he has changed position behind me. All I can do is feel. Feel his fingers tracing my folds, teasing, the roughness of his skin assaulting my softness in stark contrast. His fingers enter me, first one, then another, stretching me, and I let out a muffled scream of relief.

“Oh yes, baby, you will scream. First, you’ll come on my hand, then in my mouth and you will scream my name when you do it.” His husky voice is thick with desire. “And only then will I fuck you. Hard, fast and until you pass out,” he threatens, but I take it as a promise. His fingers pump into me, hard and fast, and I can feel a tingle start all the way down my toes, moving up, and my belly tightens. I’m so close to going over the edge.

“Come for me,” he commands, changes the angle, and rubs over my most sensitive spot. Most men need a compass and map drawn to find the g spot, not Vegas. I scream as I fall over the edge, contracting around him again and again. I can feel a rush of moisture leaving me and coating him.

Without realizing his fingers have left me, I’m still in the throes of my orgasm when I feel his tongue lapping at me and I groan. It’s too much. My senses are overpowered and hypersensitive. I can’t breathe. His tongue enters me and rides out the contractions and quivers.

“So delicious. You taste as good as I thought you would.” I hear him groan before he grabs my hips and flips me onto my back. My hands clench the sheets as his tongue licks all the way through my folds, from top to bottom, like a man in the desert, not wanting to miss a drop of moisture.

I throw my head from side to side, panting. He’s taking me right back onto the precipice. I wouldn’t have believed my body was capable of feeling this much pleasure, but he’s proving me wrong. He teases me until I can’t take anymore, then finally his lips latch onto my clit, and he sucks and licks as though this was the most intimate French kiss.

“Vegas!” I scream his name as I come hard for a second time. My universe explodes, and I see stars.

“There she is,” he murmurs when I start to come down. He’s smiling down at me, his lips finding mine, and I can taste myself on him. It is so damn hot. He kneels between my legs, nudging at my entrance. I notice the empty condom wrapper on the end edge of the bed. I hadn’t even noticed him sheathing himself. Instinctively, I wrap my thighs around him and open to him.

With his eyes dark and heated on mine, capturing me completely, he enters me in one swift stroke, until he hits the end of me. I gasp. He’s so huge, it feels uncomfortable to have him buried to the hilt. He pulls back slightly, holds himself there, giving me time to adjust to his size.

“Jesus, you’re tight,” he grinds out behind gritted teeth. I nudge him as I need him to move. He nods and pulls out almost all the way, then slams back in with such force, it moves me up the bed.

“Oh. my god,” I pant out. “Oh my god, so good.” He smirks.

“Not quite God but close enough.” As he slams inside me again and again, I can’t suppress my giggle. “Think this is funny, do you?” He looks at me seriously, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I’ll show you funny.”

He picks up speed and fucks me harder until coherent thoughts leave me entirely. He angles me up, so he enters me even deeper, and his huge cock is massaging my sensitive spot with every thrust. His pubic bone rubs on my clit as he swirls his pelvis at the end of each thrust.

“Baby, come for me, I won’t last much longer,” he whispers in my ear and nips the side of my neck. That is all it takes for my orgasm to crash into me. I can feel him thrust hard a couple of times, then root inside me. I feel him pulsing as he releases into the condom. My brain implodes and my vision dims with the force of my orgasm.

I come too to the feel of something warm and gentle between my legs. I raise my eyes to Vegas’s in question. He has a warm washcloth in his hand and gently cleans me. I try to open my mouth, but he shushes me. This is not the time for words. His gentle care of me fills my eyes with tears. He smiles, throws the cloth in the hamper, climbs back onto the bed, wraps me tightly into his arms, and pulls the blankets over us. As I’m dozing off, I hear him whisper, “You are mine. I can’t ever let you go again.”

I pretend to be sleeping and keep my breathing steady, despite my heart beating like a machine gun. Is this what I wanted? To be his?