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“Fuck!”  His deep voice vibrates through the confined space and my core clenches.  “Goddamn it!”

Lost in myself—literally—I don’t even see him move before my hand is snatched out of my pants and my fingers are being shoved into his mouth.  His tongue swirls around my digits and he closes his eyes on a moan.

He doesn’t open them until I feel like my two fingers have been sucked clean.  Releasing them with a pop, he gives me his eyes—his black eyes full of fire—and rumbles out a feral growl.

“The next time you try to make yourself come, I’m going to fucking tie you to the bed and tease you until you pass out, but I won’t let you come for goddamn hours.  I’ll bring your body to the edge, primed and ready to fall over the ledge, but never let you fall.  Over and fucking over.  Your screams of pleasure never hitting the peak that you pray I’ll give.  I’m in charge of your pussy, Emersyn.  Don’t fucking forget that your sweetness will only be given by me.  My fucking fingers.  My mouth.  And MY cock.”

“Holy shit,” I pant.

He climbs out of the car, slamming the door behind him, and walks powerfully to my door.  My eyes don’t once move from the seat he just vacated.

I’m in his arms a second later, and wordlessly, he’s charging to the elevators.  For a brief second, I wonder if I pressed him too far before I push his aside and let the thrilling sensation his promise gives me take over.

Chapter 29—Emmy

“You need help stripping, Em?” he asks me when he sets me down on the edge of his bed.

I shake my head, not really sure if I’m answering him or telling myself.  I honestly have no idea if I’ll be able to get my clothes off.

“That’s what I thought.”  His hands go to the hem of my tee and swiftly pull it over.  My bra comes off even faster.  Placing his hands under my armpits, he lifts my ass off the mattress.  “You good?” he asks, making sure I have my balance before continuing.

With my nod, his hands go to the elastic band at the top of my baggy sweats.  He’s more careful with my pants, moving down as he pulls them and my panties to the ground.  I feel his lips press against my knee and travel up my leg.

And just like that, he’s gone.  I sway, but his strong arms grab my shoulders to help steady me.  After making sure I’m good on my feet, he takes a step back before lifting his shirt over his head.  Inch by delectable inch, his stomach comes into view first.  His wide chest is next.  Then I bring my eyes to his and lick my lips.  His focus follows the path of my tongue, and I have to squeeze my thighs tight when his groan rumbles through the room.

I bring my hands to my breasts and caress the swollen skin.  My weaker arm gives me some pain when I tweak my nipples, but the look on his face makes it one hundred percent worth it.

“Emersyn,” he growls, palming his crotch.

“Maddox,” I counter.

And just like that—he attacks.

My body is hauled off the floor when his hands return under my arms and lift.  Then his mouth takes mine in a hungry kiss full of possession.  I bring my legs up and wrap them around his waist, moaning deeply into his mouth.  His hands flex against my ass, his hard cock rubbing against my seeping core.  I toss my head back when he pulls one large hand off my ass before bringing it back—hard—in a biting slap.

“More,” I beg.

“With fucking pleasure, Emmy.”

He sets me back on the mattress and steps back.  I watch as his hands go back to his pants, pulling his belt off slowly—calculating—and dropping his pants.  He doesn’t even move to take them off all the way.  I know it will take longer with his prosthetic still on than he’s willing to take.  His rock-hard cock springs out, the head purple and angry, the loop through the tip wet with his come.  I reach out and brush my hand against his thigh, cup his balls, and then tease his length with my touch.  The feeling of his ladder against my skin makes me shiver in anticipation.

“Hands off and roll on to your stomach, Emersyn.”

I immediately remove my hand, craving the promise his words provoke.

It takes me a second, my arm still too weak to help my movements, my leg—still in the cast—a big annoyance.  He gives me the time I need, and when I’m situated and look back at him, he’s stroking his cock behind me.  His eyes are heavy, his face flushed.

I did this to him.

“You still want it hard?  Want me to take your body as roughly as I can without hurting you?”

“God, yes!”

His hand slaps down on my ass with a loud crack. “Fucking beg me, Emersyn.”

With pleasure.  “Please, Maddox.  Please take my pussy hard.  Give me your cock and take my body with everything you have.”

His hand comes down on the other cheek, the sting making me cry out in pleasure. “Again,” he demands.

“Please, Maddox, baby.  Take me.  Make me come on your cock until my come is dripping from my body.”

His palm comes down on a different spot, smoothing the burn with his palm before challenging, “Again.”

“God damn!  FUCK ME!” I scream.

“That’s my girl,” he growls.

His hand comes down seven more times, each a new location, and his palm rubs the sting out after each one.  My breath is coming so rapidly that I’m starting to think I really might pass out like he threatened earlier.

Right when I think I can’t take a second more, he helps me flip over and grabs my hips, pulling me until my ass is all but hanging off the bed.  I look down and notice that the height of his bed puts my pussy level with his hips.  His cock aligns perfectly with my waiting body.

“Not fucking you with a condom, baby.  I know you’re clean.  You know I’m clean.  And I’ll be damned if there is anything between us.”

“No condom.  Just fuck me!” I scream when he starts rubbing his cock’s head against my center.  Each time the metal of his piercing hits my throbbing clit, I scream again.  By the time he finally pushes in, I’m crying.

His balls slap against my ass with the force of his thrust.  I bring one hand up and grab his forearm where he’s holding my hips, my nails digging in.  I shout loudly when I start to come.  He grunts as his movements become uncoordinated.