Page 31 of Worth the Risk

With a hand behind her knee, he bent her leg to her chest, opening her fully for his possession. Looming over her in the dark, large and in total control of her body, he drove into her hard and incredibly deep.

Pinned as she was by his body, she raised her hips and met his driving thrusts, but she urged him on in other ways, nails biting into his shoulders as her impassioned moans filled the room. Dan’s lips were everywhere, gliding down the side of her neck, opening on her breasts to suck and for his teeth to nibble, then they moved up her throat to cover her mouth again, his tongue delving inside in the same ferocious feeding frenzy as his cock.

Their first time wasn’t the beautiful, transcendent moment written about in romance novels, nor was it the kink fest she’d imagined. It was more like a ferocious primal mating. And it was freaking incredible!

Bella found herself in the throes of ecstasy once again. When Dan’s movements became more frenetic, she opened her eyes and looked up at him, his dark curls falling over his brow, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle jumped in his cheek, and she got to see his steel-blue eyes darken to midnight blue as, with a final deep thrust, he let out a long throaty groan and gave himself over to the pleasure of her body.

As they lay there afterward, breathing fast, hearts racing, arms and legs entwined, Bella had never felt more alive. Getting off three times was monumental when she’d been lucky to orgasm once with guys in the past. But she marveled over the lack of kink and pain, considering he was a renowned sadist at the club.

Hannah had prefaced it withsensual. She’d definitely seen that side of him, but she had to wonder at the other. Except for ten swats over her jeans, she’d seen nothing of Master Dan the sadist. Maybe he limited his kinky sadistic pursuits to the club.

“I can hear the wheels turning,” he said as he rolled from his back to his side, taking her with him then curled around her from behind, spoon fashion. “After coming three times, I expected you to be sound asleep.”

“Sometimes, after getting wound up, I have a hard time shutting down my brain.”

“How can I help with that?” he asked, dotting soft kisses across her shoulder to the bend of her neck.

“I don’t think you can. Mostly, I have to sort everything out before I can switch off.”

“Try me. What were you thinking about?”

Uh-oh. She should have seen that coming.

He nipped her ear gently then breathed a reminder. “Open and honest, Bella.”

“I was thinking about you and how...well... Tonight was intense, but it was kind of vanilla.”

The bed shook with his laughter, and she wiggled in his arms until she faced him.

“Did I get the term wrong?”

“No, baby, but what did you expect? For me to haul out the clovers and hot wax then string you up and introduce you to my flicker straight out of the gate?” he asked, grinning.

She didn’t understand any of what he said, except hot wax. Holy cow!

“Bella,” he whispered, wrapping his hand behind her neck and pulling her face closer. “I was teasing. I’m not into wax play.”

Her eyes widened. “Does that mean you are into that other stuff?”

“Well...yeah,” he said with a shrug. “I’m a sadist. But you’re like a newborn kitten with all this, and I’m going slow with you.”

“Thank you,” she replied, but her voice broke, making it sound more like a question.

Still grinning, he brushed her lips with his. “Go to sleep, baby. Unless you’re interested in orgasm number four.”

Intrigued, she gazed back at him and saw his eyes change from gray-blue to nearly black with his rising passion. He rolled forward, tipping her onto her back as his mouth descended. For the next hour, he went about surpassing four while taking her in every position imaginable. On her back. Flipping her onto all fours and driving into her from behind. He’d knelt in front of her, giving her a taste of herself on his cock. Then he entered her from behind with her knee pressed to her breast, and big-O number five was achieved with her riding him.

Afterward, he’d gone to the bathroom to clean up and get rid of the fifth condom, the excessive amount used more for protection than for his lone orgasm, poor guy. Too exhausted to be distracted by worry, she wasn’t aware—because she must have passed out—when he returned.

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