Page 72 of Bitter Heat

His hand moved to her throat and gripped as he pressed his lips against her ear. “I own it.”

“I don’t see a contract.”

“Why haven’t you answered your phone?”

“I blocked you.”

He stepped back. She felt a moment of relief before he jerked her forward and forced her to bend over. Her hands splayed on the white satin ottoman. Before she could get away from him, he pulled down the zipper on the back of the skirt, which fell away, leaving her in a thong and thigh-high suede boots. He smacked her ass, nearly sending her face first to the floor. The sharp clapping sound carried into the shop but was drowned out by the multitude of voices.

“Fuck, Roth, stop!”

“Block me again, and I’ll beat your ass,” he said quietly as he kept one hand clamped on the back of her neck, keeping her in place while the other hand caressed her stinging ass.

His eyes stayed on hers in the mirror as he put two fingers in his mouth. She watched in horrified fascination as he retracted them, and they traveled to her ass. The feel of his probing fingers made her come back to her senses. She tried to get away, but that hand around her neck tightened, warning her to stay still. Her thong was no barrier, and his fingers slipped right in. She pranced on her heels and would have kicked back like a donkey if he was behind her, but he was on the side, controlling her and making it impossible for her to cause any damage.

She gripped his pants leg and dug her nails into his thighs. “You can’t do this.” When he didn’t respond and continued to work her, she added, “There are people here.”

“Does it look like I care?”

His thumb came into play, and she dropped her head forward. “Roth, stop.”

“You like doing it in public. You like the possibility of being caught. It makes you hot, right?”

“With someone else, not you.”

He pulled on her hair, forcing her head back and blinding her with the ceiling lights.

“You’re going to pay for that, princess,” he breathed against her temple. “You have no idea what you signed up for.” He rubbed her clit, making her squirm and dig her nails into the stretched satin. “This is mine, and I’m going to use it often. Whenever I say the word, you spread wide. Anytime, anywhere.”

“You can’t do this,” she hissed.

“I’m already doing it. This is what you’ve been craving, princess. Me. No one else. You’re not in control; I am.”

When he released her hair, she sagged to her elbows on the ottoman. Her body quivered like a plucked string. Her elevated senses focused on the sucking sound her body was making as it clutched at his fingers. She could hear the chatter and laughter of the women in the shop. She was outraged, horny, and pissed.

“You can’t do this to me!” she said even as her treacherous body rocked against his wicked hand.

“You gave me rights, Jasmine. Rights in Colorado, rights over the phone. You gave yourself back to me, which means you yield.”

“Contract,” she panted, unable to create coherent sentences at this point.

“If you had answered my calls, we’d be discussing this in my office instead of a dressing room.”

She raised her head to glare at him in the mirror through one eye as the other fluttered. He was so fucking good at… She moaned and then bit her lips when she heard someone say, “Did you hear that?”

Roth was completely unfazed by the atmosphere, impending scandal, or potential audience. His moody black eyes told her he didn’t give a fuck. Nothing was going to stop him.

“We’re not d-discussing,” she stammered and grabbed his pant leg again as her mind fractured. “Roth.”

Even she heard the inadvertent plea in her voice and was too far gone to care.

He positioned himself behind her. She heard the clink of his belt before she felt the head of his cock slipping through her wet.

“This is the only way I know how to communicate with you,” he said.

His eyes gleamed maniacally in his otherwise expressionless face. The sight of him behind her with his hands on her hips while she felt him impale her made her breasts ache. She shouldn’t be aroused. She shouldn’t be dripping wet, but she was. She hated this guy, but his aggression and arrogance brought out something in her that made her want to submit. Her body didn’t care that he was using her. It wanted to be used and dominated.

Under the unforgiving lights, she could see the ripples in her ass cheeks as he began to thrust. She stiffened as she heard several women enter the dressing room. His eyes dared her to make a sound. As he ground against her, she bared her teeth. Her legs weren’t going to hold her up for much longer. She pressed her face against the ottoman so she didn’t have to see him. She blocked out the sound of the women’s voices and focused on the sensations instead. It didn’t take her long. Her frustration and anger fueled her lust while the reality of what they were doing and who she was doing it with pushed her over the edge. He felt her tense and planted himself deep as she came. She muffled the worst of her moans into the ottoman. Roth sped up. When she could hear over the dull roaring in her ears, she heard his loud groan. He wasn’t trying to be quiet. The female voices abruptly stopped. He was close. His face was tipped up to the ceiling, and he was completely lost in the moment. She got his attention when she tried to rise. He shoved her down and tried to keep fucking her, but she fought until she was on her feet.

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