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Even as her insides recoiled, she held his gaze and said, “I trust you.”
“You shouldn’t,” he growled.
It took more courage than it should have to reach out and grasp his cock through his pants. His energy went haywire, making her break out in goose bumps even as she got wet with anticipation. She was pushing him, but if she didn’t learn to stand her ground when he was like this, she’d never learn where he retreated mentally and what triggered these episodes. She traced the outline of his twitching cock.
“Why deny yourself what you need? I’m willing. I can take whatever you want to dish out. I’m in the mood to be mauled and wrung dry.”
She went up on tiptoes and bit back a triumphant smile when he automatically bent down before remembering he was trying to keep her at bay. She wrapped her arms around his neck before he could straighten and pressed her lips to his.
“Take me over, Jamie. Own me.”
Barbaric lust clashed with anger and doubt in his fevered gaze.
“Use me,” she whispered.
She saw the moment he stopped fighting and embraced his demons.
“Get on your knees.”
CHAPTER 16
She didn’t hesitate. She dropped eagerly, tugging his pants down as he ripped his shirt over his head. He grasped her hair and yanked viciously, so when her mouth opened on a gasp, he could shove his big dick in. When he hit the back of her throat, she tried to retreat, but he kept her firmly impaled. Instinctively, she braced her hands on his thighs and pushed with all her might, but he didn’t budge.
She could either fight, gag, puke, or relax and accept him as he was. She blotted out the panic, ignored her gag reflex, and breathed through her nose. This was what she’d offered—to have him use her selfishly, without mercy. With Roth in control, she no longer had to think or second-guess; she could just be. When she dropped her hands, he let out a guttural groan and stroked her hair.
“Good girl. You take what I give you. Let me hear you choking on my cock. If I didn’t have obligations I couldn’t put off, I’d be coming down your throat several times a day instead of when you feel like sucking me off.”
He gripped her skull and began to fuck her mouth. She shut off her mind, letting him satisfy his primitive need to dominate and her equally strong compulsion to submit. She craved and feared this part of him in equal measure. This was the true Roth, the beast everyone sensed prowling beneath the surface. He was brutal, animalistic. The businessman was a veneer. Knowing that only she could tempt the monster out of hiding and assuage his cravings made her start sucking in earnest.
“Ugh, yes. Just like that. Take all of me.”
He worked himself inside of her until her face was plastered to his ridged abdomen and saliva dripped onto her chest.
“Hold, baby.”
She moaned, letting the vibrations consume his pulsing cock. He shuddered in ecstasy before pulling out so she could catch her breath. She slumped against him, coughing, and tried not to gag. Even as she struggled to catch her breath, she stroked his cock to make sure he was seen to. His hand covered hers and helped when her rhythm faltered.
“I need this from you,” he rasped. “I need you.”
“I know,” she whispered. Because she needed him in the same twisted way. She wanted a man willing to push her beyond her limits; to use her so thoroughly she was blissfully empty. Roth was the only man who seemed to understand her depraved desires better than she did. They were made to fulfill the emptiness inside of each other, a match made in heaven... or hell.
“Up.”
When she obeyed, he impatiently stripped off her sports bra and underwear before carrying her to the living room. He bent her over the wide, thick arm of the couch. She slumped on the cushions and wriggled her butt as his hand smoothed over her ass. She sighed contentedly.
The slap caught her off-guard—so much so that she let out an embarrassing yip and tried to hop over the arm of the couch to get away. A heavy hand held her in place as he gave her a few rapid strikes that left her stunned.
Roth kneaded her throbbing right cheek. “We did this before. I didn’t know what I was doing back then. Didn’t know I shouldn’t hit the same spot too many times. You couldn’t sit for two days.”
“You were horrified.” She let out a breathless laugh and shifted restlessly as anticipation and dread snaked through her. “I told you it looked worse than it felt, but you insisted on icing my ass, applying creams, and kissing it for two weeks straight. I couldn’t convince you to try again.”
“So, you tried with someone else.”
She tensed.
“You instructed... Dixon—was it?—how to spank, since you had experience, and he didn’t.”
She licked suddenly dry lips. “His real name was Derek.”
