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Any time I wanted.

She gasped then laughed, her bound arms preventing her from clawing my back or clinging to me. She’d soon learn I’d never allow her to drop. I was still a gentleman after all. No matter how much I appeared as a savage.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“What do you think, Firesong? Taking what was just signed over to me.” I sensed the reminder both irritated and excited her. Maybe that’s why I’d reminded her of my control more than once. Although she did need to learn only one person could be in charge and that person was me.

I arched my back, able to wrap one hand around my cock and place the tip against her slickened pussy. When I slammed the hand against the wall, she jumped, moaning as I thrust the entire length of my cock inside. I wasn’t unlike any other man who longed to have his name screamed by the woman he was fucking.

Only it wouldn’t be my name she was shouting.

The irony wasn’t lost on me. I pulled almost all the way out, pushing my hips forward almost to an awkward angle before plunging into her again. The way she continuously stared at me was unnerving, but I’d likely made her the same with my continued act of domination.

We were pushing each other’s buttons, but I wasn’t certain either one of us cared. This was really all about foreplay.

The dangerous kind.

She dug her knees into me more than before, clamoring to grip my shoulder. When she managed to dig her long nails into my skin, I hoped she’d leave marks. Just like I was going to do with her.

The taste of her had already become irresistible. Even her expressions, including when she was furious with me, were adorable.

I hammered into her, the force pushing breath from her lungs and jarring pictures on the wall. It didn’t matter to me in the least. I was eager to fill her with my seed as some barbaric act of claiming possession.

Her pussy muscles clamped around the thick invasion, pulling me in even deeper. She was so goddamn wet, her body so hot that every inch of me was on fire. I could easily spend the entire night fucking her, allowing her to experience the full realm of pleasure.

If only there weren’t obligations to follow. Yeah, like she’d said, they could fuck themselves for now.

The entire lower half of my body ached, the muscles in my thighs so tight they could rip like drums if I wasn’t careful. And the ache in my balls was enough for me to grit my teeth.

She wiggled in my hold, her panting turning into ragged moans. There was something even more beautiful about a woman who could let go and just fuck for the sake of fucking.

I could hold off for a long time if necessary and I craved watching her coming on my cock. There was something sublime about both acts, knowing that I was the one who caused the intense reaction.

As I continued pumping into her, she turned her head from side to side, her mouth pursed open. I thought about kissing her soft lips all over again, but reminded myself this was a carnal act and nothing more.

Fulfilling a need.

Taming a lioness.

“Oh, you’re… This is…” Carmella laughed at herself for being unable to finish a sentence. She cinched her eyes shut, bucking forward as an orgasm drifted closer and closer. I pushed her buttons even more, fucking her like a wild animal.

With every brutal thud against the wall, she moaned in time to the beat. When her body stiffened, I pulled almost all the way out again, tormenting her to the point she was eager to beg.

“Don’t fucking stop. Don’t you dare fucking… stop. I’m close to… Oh, God.”

I thrust into her again. And again. Within seconds, her body responded and she almost crushed my neck between her arms as a climax tore through her.

My cock was throbbing to the point of anguish, but I wasn’t finished with her yet. As soon as she came down from the rafters, I pushed off the wall, cradling her against me as I headed toward the long dining room table.

There was a slight risk with what I had planned, but with the area continually swept by my men, I doubted there was anyone sitting on a boat in the distant harbor waiting for the opportunity to use a long-range rifle.

“What… What are you doing?”

“I’m clearing the table so I can continue fucking you.” There was a lovely vase of fresh flowers, and pamphlets highlighting activities and restaurants in the area. With a single sweep of my hand, they were pitched against the wall under the bay window.

“Oh, you are bad. Oh, so bad.” She laughed, her doe eyes larger than normal.

“I’ll buy you more flowers.”

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