Page 127 of Bitter Heat

He didn’t take his eyes off her as she took over. The stinging grip on her hair turned into pets as she sucked him as if her life depended on it. His eyes closed and he yanked away, hissing through his teeth. Knowing he was close to orgasm, she chased him.

“Fuck! You don’t know when to quit, do you?”

She gave him a sloppy smile as she recaptured him and feathered her tongue around him. She dragged his pants down and scraped her nails down his sensitive buttocks. He bucked, and she took all of him.

“Fuck, I can’t.”

He shoved her backward. She landed on her back and spread her arms on the thick carpet as if she was about to make snow angels. She sighed as he spread her legs and filled her. He braced his arms on either side of her with her skirts floating around them.

She knew it was going to be rough, and she wasn’t wrong. She cried out as he pounded her into the floor, which was definitely not as soft as the bed. He pulled out until only the tip was in and then used his full weight to slam back home. He grabbed the lace neckline of her gown and yanked until he could get at her breasts. His arms hooked under her knees, changing the sensation.

“Come,” he said as he bit her nipple.

She wrapped herself around him and slid around on her skirts until he was fucking her just right, every thrust sending bolts of lightning through her. She bit his neck as she came, clawing and fighting the excruciating wave. Roth pinned her to the carpet and fucked her hard enough to make her contemplate tapping out. When he came, he balled her beneath him, keeping her ass tipped up as he spilled.

When he collapsed on top of her, she let out a pitiful moan. He buried his face in her hair spread over the carpet.

“You shouldn’t test me,” he panted.

“I can take it.”

His fingers slipped over her swollen mouth. “Tell me.”

She knew what he was asking. Still, she resisted. He lifted his head. His expression was as gentle as it was ever going to be when he had the weathered features of a pirate.

“Jasmine.”

She stared at him and said nothing.

“You’re mine.” His hand went to her hand and brushed over the ring. “Legally, you’re bound to me. Sexually, you can’t resist.”

“Emotionally? You have no power,” she hissed.

His expression hardened. “I’m going to break you.”

“Not if I break you first.”

His lips curved in a cruel smile. “I’m looking forward to it.”

He rose. She closed her eyes and clamped her shaking legs together. She heard the sound of running water and then Roth was back. He brushed her legs apart and ran a warm, damp cloth over her. She lay there and allowed him to do whatever he wanted as she floated. Four times he traveled to and from the bathroom, rinsing the rag before he came back. She made a face when he tried to clean her makeup with baby wipes.

“Roth! Makeup wipes!”

“Where?”

She gave him instructions, and when he brought them to her, she slapped his hand away when he tugged on her fake eyelashes.

“Dai’s going to freak out if she knows what you did to this dress,” she said as she brushed her hand over the ripped bodice.

“I paid for it. I can do whatever I want.”

He scooped her up and placed her in bed. When she tried to pull the dress down, he stopped her.

“I haven’t gotten my money’s worth yet.”

He stretched out beside her, wrapped a layer of satin around his cock and closed her hand around him. She tipped on her side and got comfortable as she stroked him. His eyes roved over her face, assessing and cataloging. When she couldn’t stand his appraisal another second, she slid down and used her mouth on him again. This time, when he came, he aimed at her snow-white skirts. She made a face as his eyes closed.

“Aren’t you going to help me out of this?”

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