I took a deep breath before advancing, dropping onto my knees as I wrapped my hand around her neck, stopping her cold.
She flung her hand back at me, continuing to scramble, moaning in the most seductive manner. I didn't care who heard us; didn't give a damn who witnessed us. She was my possession and soon everyone would know.
And they would stay away.
I yanked her back, splitting her legs open with mine and positioning my cock. There was no time to waste; her games would not continue. I plunged inside, the force rocking her forward.
Her hands slapped at the cloth as she whimpered, "Fuck. Oh, fuck!"
I gripped her hips, digging my fingers into her tender skin, driving in frantic actions. I couldn't get enough of her, the way her pussy muscles clenched around my cock, the heated wetness or her breathless moans.
Caroline continued struggling, the paint forcing her knees to slide. She was breathless, gasping for air, her back heaving. "Yes..."
I craved every part of her, every hole. There was nothing but a blinding need left inside, vicious and hungry. I could tell she was close to coming, her muscles constricting until I was forced to throw back my head, roaring, "Fuck. Fuck!" I could hear her mewing sounds floating all around me, infusing my need.
"Oh!" She dropped her head, suddenly meeting every hard thrust with one of her own. The heat continued to build as skin slapped against skin, her pussy clamping around the thick invasion, leaving me fighting for enough air to fill my lungs.
I refused to stop, fucking her harder and faster.
She reared back, tossing her head and enabling me to see her reflection as she stared open-eyed into the street. She was on fire. She was enraptured. As the climax rushed deep into her sweet little pussy, her entire body began to shake in a violent manner. Her mouth opened wide, but there were no sounds, merely strangled breaths.
The single orgasm built, moving into another. Then another. The second she stopped shaking, I slid my cock to her dark hole, slipping several inches inside, hitting the tight ring.
"Oh, God. Oh, God." She fought me, slapping her hands and trying desperately to move away.
I yanked her back, thrusting another two inches.
"So big. Fuck. So big." She moaned and laughed, her body completely crumpling to the floor as if resigned.
There was no holding back. I shoved the remainder of my cock inside, claiming her ass. With every hard stroke, every savage plunge, she moaned over and over again. I was lightheaded, my balls filling, the need to fill her stronger than ever. As lights flashed in front of my eyes, I lost all sense of control, smacking her ass as I fucked her.
"Fuck!" Then I lost it, spewing into her tight asshole, filling her with my seed. My cock still throbbing, I fell over her, pulling her onto her knees. "This is just the beginning."
"Mmmm..." she whispered, her eyes closed in a sweet moment of rapture.
I eased her down, breaking the connection and standing. When she rolled over, her beautifully stained hair framing her chiseled face and porcelain skin, the hunger boiled deep within.
The need to possess her.
The need to ravage her.
The need to keep her.
"Soon, my sweet. Soon I will come for you and you will not fight me or refuse what I have to offer. I will break you, use you, and there will never be another." I backed away into the shadows, finding towels in which to wipe away the paint.
As I gathered my things and dressed, I did something I've never done before and an act that would serve me well.
I took a salacious picture, a reminder that she'd given herself to me.
The rest would come... Caroline
"I will break you, use you, and there will never be another."
The words were haunting, vicious given the kind of man he was, leaving me incapable of thinking clearly, but I was angry. Incensed. He'd ceremoniously seduced me, and I'd allowed the bullshit to occur.
"God help me." Saying the words out loud did nothing but provide a serious layer of shivers, as well as chastising the entire event. I was caught up in the glamor, the fact that he'd purchased all my paintings. Even the ride in the expensive car had been out of the norm, glorious in the danger as he exceeded the speed limit, dancing with death.
Dominick. Fuck, what was wrong with me?
Handsome. Rugged. Primal.
Everything about the man was beautiful in the most intense way but the aura around him screamed of the kind of danger where few survived. He was muscular in all the right places, something the expensive linen suit hadn't been able to hide. Thick, wavy dark hair, long enough to run my fingers through after a round of raucous passion. Sapphire blue eyes and long midnight eyelashes framing a chiseled face. Ruby red lips meant to kiss for long hours in front of a fire.
Dominick... The name slipped off my tongue, creating another wave of heat between my legs. I clenched my pussy, biting back a whimper. The dark and mysterious man had entered my dreams, my very wet dreams, leaving me restless and my body aching.
With desire.
What was I thinking?
"Bastard," I said more in a strangled mumble than anything. I hadn't been able to get Dominick out of my mind since he'd brutally attacked me in the hallway of the hotel two nights before. Allowing him to see my gallery had been a ridiculous decision and fucking him? Outrageous. Groaning, I rolled my eyes. The man had been able to consume my mind for two solid days. I visualized the paint covering almost every inch of our naked bodies. The event had been intense, hard fucking and nothing else.
Dark.
Dangerous.
Delicious.