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He shook his head and curled his lips like he was supremely pissed all of a sudden and I felt my body jerk tight as I saw a muscle jumping in his cheek. I dropped my eyes to the ground and felt my shoulders slump.
“I’ll fuckin’ kill them,” he growled.
I let out a staggered breath.
“Get in the car,” he snarled and I stepped away and he opened the door and I did what I was told. He slammed it.
He drove back to his condo like an angry lunatic racecar driver. He took my hand as I stepped out of the SUV and not looking at me strode to the elevator, still radiating fury. Inside of it, once the doors closed, he took his keychain and then thrust a key into a keyhole on the button panel for an express ride up and then hit his floor button and we started to go up. He didn’t look at me. He stared at the buttons lighting our way upwards, still holding my hand. His hold was gentle but his face was radiating anger more intensely than I’d seen from him so far. The elevator stopped on his floor and then when the elevator doors opened, before I knew what was happening, he put a shoulder to my belly and hauled me over his shoulder. I squeaked in surprise as we were quickly down the hall and then I heard him put his key in the hole and then hit buttons on his alarm panel.
The next thing I knew, I was on my back on his bed and my clothes were being ripped off of me. His eyes were heated, hot damn, were they heated. I went to help with my clothes and he ordered, “No. Don’t move.” I threw my arms over my head, panting with arousal.
In a flash, he had my shoes, jeans, hoodie, socks, tank top, bra, and panties off and I was naked. He ripped his own clothes off and then he was on his back and I was whipped around so that I was straddling him. His angry fiery eyes glinted with amusement all of a sudden.
“Three guesses on what I want from you right now but I don’t think you’ll need two and three.”
I swallowed hard, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. Then I opened them and looked at him coquettishly and said, in a southern drawl, “Would my Master like me to ride him?”
His teeth skimmed his bottom lip and he shook his head in astonishment. And then his grip on my hips tightened but he said nothing. Oh yeah. That’s what my Master wanted.
“Well, he is hung like a horse…” I added and batted my eyelashes, watching a twinkle light his eyes. I reached down and guided him inside of me and I rode my Master. I rode him like I was competing for the trophy not just for Juneau but for the World.
I couldn’t think straight. I was torn between wanting to be in the moment with her, enjoying this beautiful body and her efforts to bring me pleasure and put on a fuck-hot show for me.
She was incredible at it, but I was struggling because I had a war going on in my brain where I saw blood.
I saw dead Gan Chen, dead Rafe Ruiz, dead Asian bitch from hell. I saw the security guards I’d seen, the chauffeur, the housekeepers, bell boy, the gardener, and the pile of fucking sick goofs from that dinner party and on the top of the pile of dead bodies I saw a dead Tom Ferrano Sr. Because in my head I’d shot him, too. I’d shot every single one of them between the eyes one by one for the fact that they had taken 19 days to break her, to do whatever they did to kill the spirit of the girl that I’d seen in that bull-riding video.
I pushed the rage back. I had my dream girl here, right now. She was riding my cock and looking at me with utter fucking devotion on her face and she still had fire. In bed right now she was on fire and I was thoroughly convinced that as far as out of bed went, she had it deep and it was buried under a pile of brutal bone-chilling shit, but it was still there. It was fucking there; I was sure of it as I’d seen a few hints here and there. I never wanted to see her cower in fear from me again.
She was mine because my goddamn father bought her for me. Maybe the fire right now came partly from the fact that she had spent two years fucking in order to survive, but I would make sure it was real for me, that I’d make her feel safe and cared for so she’d have no reason to fake it with me. In my head my father on top of the pile of dead bodies had a knowing smug look on his face because he’d won, proved that I’d been another chip off the ‘ole block and would take his gift to me and keep her, keep my very own sex slave.
I decided right then and there that I would find a way to un-break her somehow, even if that meant I had to find a way to completely dismantle Kruna as a wedding gift to her. This was it. This was her. I wasn’t settling; she was what I wanted. I knew it down to my bones. I just needed to be patient, make her feel safe, hope that I could systematically work at unbreaking her.
She started to orgasm, still riding my cock, and much like a move she’d done in that video she whipped her hair from one shoulder over to the other and it spilled down her back and shoulders as her lips parted in ecstasy. My right fingers were on her clit, my left ones on her nipple, and as she threw her hair back, she let out a sexy moaning husky, “Dare…” And she said it just the way she usually said “Master” when she came and I fucking loved that.
I flipped her first to her back and then over to her belly and took her from behind, a handful of her beautiful hair in my fist and I drove into her tight, silky heat over and over until I came undone. I collapsed onto her back and we were both breathless.
Minutes later I was still drifting, not to sleep, but off somewhere deep in thought, when I felt her squirm. I kissed her shoulder and rolled onto my back to let her free. She put her chin on my shoulder and looked at me with a little smile. “Bubble bath?” she asked.
“Mm. Go. I’ll join you in a minute.” I kissed her forehead.
Her eyes sparkled as she nodded and then leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. My hand caught in her hair and I held her to my mouth for a second, feeling emotion bloom inside me. I put my forehead to hers and let out a slow breath. She gave me another smile and then kissed just under my jaw and then got up. I leaned over and swatted her bare ass with a big smile. She let out a sexy “Ooh” and then sashayed sexily to the bathroom in the buff.
I leaned over to fetch my cell from my jeans pocket and texted Zack to say,
“Juneau ace roadhouse bikini mechanical bull rider winner three years ago. YouTube.”
I put the phone on my nightstand, threaded my fingers behind my head, and stared at the ceiling, listening to the bathtub fill and thinking that I needed to do something about that necklace on her throat. I wanted it gone. I wanted it gone in a way that wouldn’t stress her out and bring her nightmares back, though.
Three or four minutes later my phone made the text alert sound. I lifted it. Zack.
My friend, I sure hope U R smart enough to grab the bull by the horns.
I grinned and replied.
Watch it. That’s my future ex-wife you’re ogling there. You still good to meet me at the ofc at 9-10 tomorrow? We need to talk about a few things.
He replied.
