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I know she’s mad. I know she’s upset. And she’s sitting there with a smile that isn’t forced at all. It’s genuine. And it’s because a part of her is enjoying this.

I don’t believe in accidents, and I don’t believe in mistakes. She’s here, right now, because she’s meant to be. She came to me. Walked into my lair. Is it the lion’s responsibility what happens when a sweet little sacrifice is thrown to him? She doesn’t know how restrained I’m being. She doesn’t know what I want to do to her really, how far I would go with her, given enough time and enough reason. Or maybe she does. And maybe that’s the reason she has the bravery to sit there and smile.

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Casey

His threats are supposed to scare me, but they’re only serving to excite me, because I’ve finally realized something that makes all these pieces fall into place: this is a game to him.

He let me leave his office last night and again today, because he’s proving a point. He could lock me up and that would be the end of it. But Ethan Keller is a man who likes a chase. He’s looking for an opponent. And he’s found one.

The first two rounds have gone to him. I paid for the first defeat and I know I’ll pay for this one too, but that’s okay. I’m coming from behind on this battle of wills, but I have resources too. I might be poor, but there’s more in this world than money. In the end, Ethan is going to pay for every single thing he puts me through.

“What are you smiling about? I just told you how much trouble you’re in.”

I shrug.

He leans in and murmurs into my ear in rich, husky tones.

“I am going to fuck that smile right off your face.”

The most delicious shiver runs through me. Ethan is capable of pleasuring me with just his voice in a way most men can’t with their entire bodies.

I hate him. Or at least, I want to. But my shock and dismay at being caught is turning into pure thrill.

I hate him. But I want to fuck him.

And he wants to fuck me. His pale gaze smolders as we pull away from the bus station. This is a large car, it has more than enough room to spread out on the back seat, and the driver is separated from us by a screen.

“Take those jeans off,” he growls. “I’m going to burn those things.”

When I don’t comply immediately, his hands go to my hips, flip me over on the seat. My body contorts to the car as his big hands grab the waistband and pull them down, the rough fabric scraping over the punished skin of my ass. I yelp, but I only feel it for a couple of seconds because Ethan has already ripped them off me with a growl of triumph.

When I am naked from the waist down, he spreads my legs and lifts me over his lap, making me straddle his hips. I can already feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing at the fabric of his pants. He wants me badly. I can see desire written on every line of his face.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Casey,” he growls, his big hand sliding behind my head, grasping my hair, pulling me down to kiss him. His other hand is on my hip, his long fingers palming my ass as his tongue finds mine, lets me know that there was never any chance of getting away from him because I am his.

I kiss him back. I hate him, but that doesn’t matter, because he has captured my body and my mind. He’s handsome. He’s the kind of hot the devil is, for all the wrong reasons. His hand rubs my ass, the other one settling around the back of my neck, holding me in a full body possessive clasp.

“Very. Bad. Girl,” he growls against my mouth, his hand tapping my ass with each word, until the final one, where he slaps my ass hard enough to make me scream against his lips, my hips jerking forward against him, my pussy grinding over his cock in a reflexive motion that I can’t help but yield to, my hips dropping down so I am pressed against his hardness.

“Dammit, Casey,” he breathes, breaking the kiss. His hand slides from the back of my neck and finds my chin. He holds it in place, looking deep into my eyes. “You are such a naughty girl.”

It’s half lecture, half praise. He makes me feel naughty, even though I know he is the one who does wrong. He is a man who buys the law.

“You’re a bad man,” I accuse in return.

“Yes, I am,” he agrees, his voice husky as his lips part in an irreverent smile. He is still massaging my bottom, soothing away some of the ache he put there last night. I have tried to defy him. I have tried to escape. I still plan to expose him. And he must know that, but for this small moment, there is kindness.

And then another slap lands, hard enough to make me cry out again. It hurts, but there’s more than pain. My pussy is starting to leave a slick trail over the front of his pants. I’m aroused because I’m caught in his grasp, held by his powerful hands. I’m wet because I know how this is going to end. I know he’s going to fuck me. I know he’s going to punish me. I know he’s going to make me pay.

“This isn’t the punishment,” he grunts, slamming his cock inside my tight, wet hole. “That comes after.”

He surges into me, fills me over and over. I can hear his cock pushing inside me with every stroke, displacing the juices that are being churned to cream between us.

Every time he fucks me, I feel utterly depraved. I behave like an animal. There’s nothing civilized about the way I present my pussy, my hips arched to give him the access he wants to my soaked cunt.

He wraps a hand around the back of my neck and draws me down to kiss him, his tongue lashing mine.

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