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Just feeling his throbbing cock in my hand had me behaving like a slut, ready to take him in my mouth and choke on his length. As if reading my thoughts, he sat up, his cock bobbing in front of me. He stared at me in challenge, as if I would actually deny him this pleasure.
But the pleasure was all mine, and I shocked the hell out of him as I took him deep in my mouth and sucked him hard. His fingers gripped onto my hair, holding me tightly to him as I worked my mouth over him. In a matter of seconds, he took control, thrusting deep inside me as his eyes locked onto mine.
He thought he was in control, but I would never give up everything to a man. I worked my tongue on him, licking the underside of his cock and then flicked the tip of it. His eyes darkened as he watched me, and when I took him all the way to the back of my throat, he nearly lost it, pumping into me like a madman.
“Are you trying to control me, Wren?”
I wrapped a hand around his base and squeezed, proving to him I could make him do what I wanted.
“Fuck, baby…you don’t know who you’re messing with.”
He gripped my shoulders and pulled me off him, tossing me back on the bed. As I laid there with my legs spread, he slowly stripped off his pants, chuckling as he walked toward me. “You shouldn’t have fucking slapped me.”
He grabbed my legs and yanked me toward him. I gasped, scrambling to hold onto something, but was flipped over to my knees before I could do a thing. He yanked my ass into the air, then was slamming home inside me.
A cry tore from my throat as he bottomed out inside me. My eyes slammed closed as pain and pleasure warred throughout my body. His hand slid up my spine until he gripped me by the back of the neck, squeezing slightly. Silence filled the room as anticipation filled me. Then everything changed in an instant.
I felt the loss just moments before he thrust his cock back inside me. Over and over, he used my body, whispering dirty words as he squeezed my neck, controlling everything about me. I was at a loss for any way out, not that I really wanted it. I couldn’t explain why I loved the dirty things he did to me or why I needed them, but my head cleared and for once, I wasn’t this rich heiress in her mansion.
I was simply the woman Brock was fucking.
His hand slid from my neck, around to the front of my body. His hand cupped my breast, squeezing my nipple. My pussy clenched around him. I hoped he wouldn’t notice my reaction, but I wasn’t that lucky. His throaty chuckle reached my ears just before he hauled me up against his chest, his cock still buried deep inside me.
I was cocooned in his arms as he slowly thrust inside me. The new angle somehow made things even more intense, but it was how his hands squeezed my breasts that really got me going. A sharp pain shot through my ear as he bit down on my lobe, taking it in his mouth.
“You can push me around out there, but in here, I fucking own you.”
I sucked in a breath, ready to tell him he was wrong, but the way he was working my body, I knew he was right. I couldn’t boss him around when he was inside me. He did things to me that made me forget who I was and the power I had outside the bedroom.
In here, I belonged to him.
His hands were everywhere, pinching my nipple and strumming my clit. “Come for me,” he ordered.
Everything darkened as he pushed me over the edge. I felt his arms tighten around me as I swayed. I barely felt him pinning me to the mattress as he laid me out and came hard inside me. Panting, my eyes fluttered, welcoming the darkness. But unlike the other times we’d been together, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest.
I didn’t think of the implications surrounding what was happening or how I should be reacting. I just nuzzled my face into his body and let sleep overcome me.
Alarms blaring woke me from a dead sleep. I snuggled further into Brock, ignoring the sound interrupting my sleep, but Brock shoved me off him.
“Get up!” Brock shouted.
I peeled my eyes open just as he tugged on his pants. Disappointment shot through me as he covered up his lower half. “It’s just an alarm,” I murmured.
“It’s the security alarm!” he shouted, tossing his shirt at me.
Sighing, I tugged it over my head and climbed out of bed. I strolled over to my dresser, but never reached it. He grasped my hand and tugged me toward the door.
“What are you doing?” I screeched.
“Getting you to safety.”
“But I don’t have underwear on!”
Out of nowhere, he pulled a gun as he opened the door. “Stay behind me.” He spun and faced me, gripping me by the arms. “If I tell you to run, you get the fuck away from me. You head to the kitchen. In the back, there’s a set of stairs that leads to a basement. I want you to get in there and hide.”
I grimaced at his words. “Okay, first, I have no idea where you’re talking about. Second, why in the hell would I go in a basement? Aren’t they dark and dirty?”
“Wren,” he snapped. “This is about your safety. Just do as I tell you.”
