Page 29 of His Dark Purpose

I have you.

The words reverberated in her mind as she finally found the strength to lift her head. Hedidhave her. Even when she’d been so certain the last thing she needed was anything from him, there he was—offering her an intensity of feeling she’d never reckoned on.

“There.” He edged her closer to the sofa until her shins brushed the cool leather. “That’s better, little girl.”

Leaning her forward, she caught her weight over the arm of the couch. Itwasbetter. So much fucking better.

“I need you.” There was no aggression in his voice, only the same taunting tone of need she’d known herself until she’d detonated.

“Yes.”

Whatever had happened and whatever he’d done, at that moment, she had no thought of denying him. Pleasure was Kyle’s power, and she’d taken what he’d had to give. It only seemed right that she offered him the same solace in return.

“Take me.” She folded over the leather, thankful for its cold surface against her heated skin as the crown of his dick skimmed her slick folds.

She called out when he filled her, basking in the feeling of completion. Nothing she’d known had ever been as good as that feeling—hell, nothing even came close.

Reaching for the edge of the seat, she moaned as he slammed back inside her, her senses alive with the intensity of his possession.

She hadn’t intended to end up there, strewn over the sofa and groaning for his cock. When he’d finally freed her from the cuffs, all she could think about was liberty. After Jonah’s call, she’d been scattered by Seth’s news, but as Kyle’s balls smacked against her flesh, she was finally grounded by their carnal connection.

The twisted love they shared was madness—but in the haze of the last few months, she’d learned to cling to it like driftwood in the ocean. Kyle’s protection and strength were the only sanity in an insane world, and giving herself to him seemed like the most natural thing in that lunacy.

He’d come to her, and as if in a dream, he’d rescued her. Whatever the circumstances of their meeting—and she was still sure he had more to confess than had been said so far—his wealth and contacts had secured her a debt-free future. His generosity didn’t excuse his bad behavior, but she couldn’t forget that without him, she’d have likely been homeless and her youngest son potentially in custody instead of finishing his degree. Amy had reasons to be thankful that extended beyond the hard cock fucking her so beautifully over the couch’s arm.

“Amy.” The strain was evident in his voice as his arm scooped her from the leather and pulled her flush against him. She rose without resistance, reaching behind her to clutch at his hair. “I fucking love you.”

His hips snapped forward with such force, she nearly toppled forward, but his strapping arms held her steady as he screwed her into oblivion.

“Sir!”

She screamed out, overwrought as their bodies collided, yet knowing she didn’t want anything more than to be there with him—in the room that had become her prison—with the man who was able to dominate her every waking sense.

Perhaps a love like theirs wasn’t supposed to make sense?

Maybe in the craziness of the lives they’d inherited, the supremacy of that feeling was all they could ask for—power, passion, and ultimately, pleasure.

As he roared his release and collapsed forward, pushing them both back over the edge of the sofa, all she could think was there was no end to them. Whatever he did, she’d forgive him because the magic they conjured was just too great to do otherwise.

It seemed the higher she built her barriers, the taller he became, able to ascend any obstacles she thought would stand in their way.

She loved him, she hated him, but one thing was sure.

She couldn’t imagine life without him.

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Kyle

Time had always been his friend. It had improved the value of his stocks and acquired him more real estate than any one man required—a solid and reliable ally. Like everything with Amy, though, time was different.

With her, it seemed able to stand still.

He had no idea how long they’d been there in his bedroom. Removing his watch to shower while she slept had liberated him from its binds, and he had no desire to yield to it again. Time had no power over them anymore.

Sliding from her delicious body, he helped her out of the skimpy dress she’d donned for him and carried her weary, bound body back to bed, laying her gently on the covers.

“Sir?” She rolled into a ball. “What’s happening?”

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