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somehow managed to hold back.
Please, he whispered roughly. Please.
She spoke through panting breaths. Tell me what you re going to do to me first.
Brent buried his face against her neck and moaned. She reveled in the desperate
sound. Between her thighs, his body shook like it might implode at any moment. Raw
power. Leashed. By her.
I m going to cram your tight pussy full over and over again, he growled. I m going to
fuck you until your ears ring. I m going to bite you hard. Mark you. Ruin you.
Hayden s orgasm slammed through her, turning her inside out. She barely had the
breath in her body to tell him to move, but she somehow managed it through the waves
of incredible heat. Now, Brent. Now.
The last coherent thought in Hayden s head evaporated as Brent unleashed himself on
her. He hooked his arms under her knees and shoved her thighs wide with enough force
to make her gasp. Then the pounding began. He held nothing back, slamming into her
without an ounce of mercy, grinding her back into the wall with the force of his thrusts.
The slapping of flesh combined with Brent s animalistic grunts into her neck undid her.
She heard herself calling his name, her voice sounding unfamiliar to her ears. Her nails
dug into the taut flesh of his brawny shoulders, her hips undulated into his unyielding
drives.
Is this what you wanted, duchess? A punishment fuck? His teeth sank into her
shoulder with a growl. It works both ways. You punish me, I ll punish you right back.
Like last time, his coarse speech sent her to the brink of orgasm. She hastened toward
it, powerless to do anything but experience the glorious pleasure. Yes, Brent. Punish me.
Show me what I did to you.
Eyes lit with challenge, he jerked her off the wall. Supporting her with strong hands that
gripped her bottom, he worked her up and down his rigid erection, the new position
creating a slippery friction against her clitoris. With a throaty moan, she clutched his
shoulders and leaned back, pumping her hips in time with his. They watched each other
through the haze of lust, Brent s sexually charged gaze hurtling her into orgasm. She
struggled to keep her eyes open so she could watch him find his own release and was
rewarded by his expression of absolute surrender. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, but
it did nothing to mute the roar of gratification that escaped him.
No sooner had he finished than he let Hayden slide down his body to the floor. Before
she could decipher his intention, he spun her toward the wall. Her palms pressed against
the cool surface to brace herself as his big hand came down hard once on her bottom
with a loud slap that echoed through the empty hallway, sending a wave of ecstasy
through her. Then he pulled her back against his chest and held her close, breath rasping
in her hair.
She didn t have the strength to question him. If he wasn t holding her up at that
moment, she suspected she d be in a boneless heap on the floor. Perhaps it didn t require
any examination. He d accepted her needs without question. Allowed her to discover this
new part of herself, all but abusing him in the process. She could do the same for him.
And dammit, hadn t she loved it? The sting of his hand, knowing she d pushed him to his
breaking point? Yes, she had.
Turned away from Brent, with him unable to see her face, she felt the sudden need to
reassure herself about her actions. He d been in pain. She d& been turned on by his
torment. She didn t know how to feel about that. I, um& I m sorry I made you wait like
that.
Duchess, you can mistreat me like that any day of the week, he murmured, obviously
still recovering. When she didn t say anything for a long stretch, he turned her around to
study her face. She had no idea what he saw there. Didn t even know herself at that
moment. Hey. Look at me. She complied. I m a big, bad dude. I can take it. And
Hayden? He kissed her long and hard. Let s get on the same page. I m the only one who
has the privilege of taking it ever again.
Chapter Fourteen
Brent glanced over at a silent Hayden as they walked down the deserted boardwalk. Well
past sundown, the crowds had descended on the casinos and nightclubs, the beach
forgotten until the next day. Crashing waves combined with distant cheers from inside the
casino walls. Flashing lights from the gambling establishments pulsed, creating an
ambiance specific to Atlantic City. He noticed a light breeze lift Hayden s hair and
mentally shook himself. If he d started noticing things like breeze and ambiance, he was
in bigger trouble than he thought.
It didn t help that Hayden had gone mostly silent after his declaration that he intended
to be the only one on whom she inflicted her particular brand of torture from now on.
Hell, he d made that decision before tonight, but no need to vocalize that fact. If her
reaction served as any indication, it wouldn t exactly have her floating on air and singing
show tunes. Apparently it was going to take some convincing that they could work. Yes,
they d started off as adversaries. Yes, they came from two completely different worlds.
And, oh yes, they were as different as two people could get. Seeing each other
exclusively would mean an open mind on both their parts. A lot of compromise. A shit-ton
of arguing. But holy hell, if it ended the way tonight had, he d deal with just about
anything she could throw at him.
Even now, he craved her body like an addiction. It had begun almost immediately, the
relentless ache to get back between her thighs. See how far she d push him next time.
He d never been driven so far outside of his own consciousness as he d been with his cock
tucked tightly inside of her. He d never considered himself someone who enjoyed delayed
gratification. Now? Delayed gratification, party of one. Your table is ready. Christ, he d
come like a speeding freight train. It had felt so damn unbelievable that it almost hurt.
What happened afterward, the spanking& well, he didn t really have an explanation for
that, except that he d wanted to punish her for making him feel so incredible. Where was
the logic in that?
Logic didn t apply to them, he supposed. They d been two opposite magnets that
suddenly switched poles and were now compelled toward the other. When it came to
their physical connection, the differences between them didn t matter. They only
heightened the experience. If he applied logic to their situation, he d probably conclude
that they were wrong for each other and the ridiculous sex was a product of months of
foreplay. That s what the fighting had been. He recognized that now. He d been goading
her toward his bed since day one and thank Christ it had finally worked. Otherwise, he d
be missing out on the best sex of his ever-loving life.
So, enjoy the sex and keep it simple, right? No messy commitments& right? Yet the
thought of limiting their relationship to a physical diversion made him all kinds of antsy.
He didn t want to limit them. He wanted to hear her say the words, that she was his. His
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