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  The kiss became a roar of passion and I couldn’t get enough of her, drinking in her sweet essence as she clung to me. I dominated her tongue with ease, growling as the French kiss became something from the wild, two beasts mating and little more.

  Sierra yanked at my open shirt, almost ripping it over my shoulders in an effort to jerk it off. I allowed her this single moment of control as I slid my hand down her lithe back, caressing her rounded bottom before squeezing and tugging her onto her toes.

  I hungered to devour every inch of her. And I would.

  She continued to grind her hips against me until I could take no more. I broke the kiss, yanking back her head and brushing my open mouth down to her chin then to her neck. Simply sucking on her heated skin was enough to intoxicate me, sending my pulse into a frenzied state. I bit down on her tender skin, feeling her pulse of life throbbing in my mouth. She had no idea what kind of a precarious position she was in being with a monster like me.

  But she wasn’t holding back.

  She slipped her hand between us, sliding it down until she was able to wrap her fingers around my throbbing cock, stroking up and down.

  I wasted no time, finding first one tie on her bikini bottoms then the other, my fire ignited even further as the slip of material fell to the floor. I could feel her quivering body as she closed her eyes, her moans becoming more ragged.

  I eased the tip of my index finger up and down the crack of her ass as I shifted my lips to her ear, my whisper hoarse and demanding. “I’m going to fuck you in every hole. I’m going to whip that pretty little pussy and ass of yours and you’re going to beg me for more.” Issuing a series of barbaric guttural sounds, I pulled back, but not before untying the slender strings holding her bathing suit top in position.

  “Oh,” she whimpered when she was fully naked, her face flushed as she nibbled on her bottom lip. The embarrassment she had was far too exciting.

  The sound of the knock on the door forced another growl, more savage in nature, to erupt and I dragged my tongue across my lips. The slight pink flush on her cheeks turned to bright crimson, her effort to cover her breasts and beautiful bare pussy pushing me close to the edge.

  “Stay right here. Do not move.” My instructions were clear and perhaps I was testing her, fully aware that her luscious body could be seen by the person behind the door.

  Her mouth twisted as if to object, but she did as she was told, a hint of defiance in her facial expression.

  I wasted no time answering the door, ushering the young man from the hotel inside. His eyes held surprise even as it was easy to tell his excitement grew by the sight of her.

  “Your... champagne, sir,” he said in broken English. He rolled the cart just inside, backing away almost immediately.

  My actions were abominable, but I enjoyed the show if only for a few moments before handing him a cool hundred-dollar bill. I locked the door behind him after he left.

  There would be no more interruptions.

  Sierra remained nervous as I walked closer once again, my desire building to the point that I wasn’t certain I could be gentle.

  “You’re a very bad girl attempting to seduce a stranger.” I walked around her in a circle, taking several deep breaths.

  “Yes,” she managed.

  I tapped her on the bottom before wrapping my hand around her long hair. “You will address me with respect, Sierra. Is that understood?”

  “Yes... Yes, sir.”

  I knew a submissive when I saw one and her needs were significant. “Better. I think you need to learn a lesson.” I eased around to face her again, sliding a strand of hair from her face before taking her hand into mine and placing it on the buckle of my leather belt.

  Her eyes opened wide, her mouth twisting as she took shallow breaths. “I don’t understand.”

  “I think you do. In fact,” I said in a hushed tone, “I think you’ve craved a dominant man in your life, one who will discipline you as necessary, fucking you as often as he desires and who will make certain that you understand your place. Isn’t that true, doll?”

  I could see the wheels of her mind processing before she lowered her eyes, her fingers fumbling as she attempted to tug the strap from the brass buckle. “Yes, sir.”

  “I can’t hear you, Sierra.”

  “Yes. Sir.” She tugged again, able to begin the arduous process of pulling the belt free from the tight confines of my pant loops. With every inch she gained, she took a deep breath until she was moaning once again.

  I was fucking enthralled, mesmerized in a way that left me unable to focus clearly. When she was finished with her task, she took a controlled step backwards, holding the strap in both hands. An offer. A telling moment.

  This was something she craved more than almost anything else.

  My entire body was hyped up on extreme adrenaline as I eased the strap from her hands, immediately folding the belt until the two ends were together. She watched my every move, every ragged breath she made laced with a breathless whimper, but there was such excitement in her eyes. She burned with the same kind of fire that I did, one that would never be quenched.

  I rolled the leather across her cheek before sliding the strap between her breasts. Her nipples were rosy and already hardened from intense excitement. I could barely contain my actions as I pressed the end across one hardened bud then the other.

  While she continued to quiver, she was able to lock eyes with mine, her green irises drawing me into her incredible web.

  “Legs apart,” I directed, taking several deep breaths in an effort to control myself.

  There was no hesitation, Sierra obeying me immediately.

  “Hands over your head, fingers locked,” I continued.

  “Yes, sir.” Another moment of obedience.

  Yet, I’d never wanted to spank a woman as badly as I did at this moment. I rolled the strap down her stomach, encircling her belly button before positioning the belt between her legs. “Do you enjoy the feel of leather, Sierra?”

  “Very much, sir,” she breathed.

  The mere sight of her swollen pussy lips was breathtaking, my balls tightening. I rubbed the leather back and forth, savoring the way she blinked several times as she jutted her hips forward. “They say you can’t have extreme pleasure without a taste of pain. Do you believe that, Sierra?”

  “Mmm... Yes, sir.”

  I slid the strap back and forth more vigorously, my heart racing as the desire continued to build. When the strap was thoroughly coated with her pussy juice, I pulled the belt to my nose, taking a deep breath. “Perfect. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

  She seemed surprised at this particular command but did as she was told. The moment I slid the wet portion of the belt across her tongue, she swayed forward, as if ready to fall to the floor. She was a very hungry little minx, her longing almost as intense as my own.

  “Imagine the moment I whip that pussy of yours,” I said in a husky tone, forced to take several deep breaths.

  “Yes. God, yes, sir.”

  I took a step back, wrapping the buckled end of the belt around my hand then flicking the end against her breasts.

  Her body shook, her mouth opening wide, but her eyes maintained a look of absolute ecstasy. I repeated the action, snapping my wrist, the sound of the strap hitting her skin such beautiful music. I was on fire as I slapped her breasts one last time before walking behind her, caressing her beautiful bottom lovingly. Her body was sublime: an hourglass figure and rounded hips, long legs that were meant to wrap around my waist and perfect peaks for nipples. I wanted to bury my face in her pussy, lapping every drop of sweet cream.

  “Discipline is vital. Necessary. Do you agree?” I asked rhetorically. The scent of her filled my nostrils, pulling me into another dimension.

  “Yes... I mean, yes, sir.”

  “Then you understand that I’m going to spank that beautiful bottom of yours.”

  “Yes, sir,” she responded, her fingers digging
into her head.

  “Good girl.” I stood back, more invigorated than I’d been in so long. I wanted to take my time with this, to make certain every aspect of what I did was perfect.

  The first whooshing sound was incredible, echoing in my ears. When the belt sliced across her rounded bottom, I could barely contain myself. Every aspect of this was fantastic. The force pushed her forward onto her toes but to her credit, she kept her position, only a single whimper escaping her mouth.

  I was lost in the excitement, issuing one hard strike after another, relishing in the way her bottom blossomed from a luscious hint of pink to a beautiful shade of crimson.

  Her moans were enigmatic, powerful in their intensity.

  “Such a bad little girl.”

  “Yes. Yes...” She kept her head held high, her rebellious nature easy to see.

  Everything about her was amazing, darkly delicious and I couldn’t seem to get enough. I brushed the tips of my fingers across her heated buttocks, caressing then kneading. “Are you wet for me, little girl?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Do you crave having my thick cock inside your tight little pussy?”

  “Yes. God, yes.”

  “Maybe. But only if you’re very good.” I continued the spanking, snapping the belt against her upper thighs, marking her as mine. My desire to possess her intensified, pulling me further into the darkness that I rarely let out in the open. Few women could tolerate my yearning, fewer still hungering as much as I did.

  She was different.

  My instincts were heightened, the knowing keeping me on edge. I adored the cracking sound of the belt as it came into contact, my cock pushing hard against my zipper.

  “Five more,” I said, my voice almost inaudible. “Count them off for me.”

  “Um... Yes. Sir.”

  Crack!

  “One, sir,” she managed.

  I issued two more.

  “Two and three, sir.”

  I rolled the leather down her back before snapping my wrist yet again.

  “Four. Sir!”

  The last one brought an intense moan slipping past her lips.

  “Five... sir.”

  When I was finished, I eased back in front of her, flexing my fingers open and rolling then down from her neck to her breasts, flicking my index finger over her nipple as she licked her lips, her eyelids half closed.

  “That’s it, Sierra. Let go. Give me all of you.” I took her hardened bud between my thumb and forefinger, pinching then twisting as I lowered my head. When I darted my tongue around her other nipple, she struggled to maintain her position, falling forward.

  Chuckling darkly, I slid my hand all the way down to her pussy, taking my time to tease her perfect little clit.

  “Oh, God. Oh...” She lolled her head, panting several times.

  I continued the action, finally sliding my finger just inside her wetness. “I’m going to take all of you.”

  “Um. Yes. Please. Yes!”

  At this point, I could barely hold back my desires. I tossed the belt, quickly removing the remainder of my clothes. This wasn’t about romance, so I took her standing up. As she straddled my hips, wrapping her arms around my neck, she had a look of a wildcat, purring uncontrollably as I pushed the tip into her wetness, sliding past her swollen and very wet folds.

  She gave me a naughty girl smile as I held back, wrapping her fingers in my hair. Tempting me.

  Teasing me.

  I thrust the entire remainder of my cock inside, throwing my head back for a scattered roar, the sound little more than barbaric. I didn’t give a shit who heard us or who complained. This was my woman for the taking any damn way I pleased. Within seconds, I slammed her back against the wall, using the strength of my upper thighs to drive into her savagely. I was on fire, every cell and muscle ignited from a once in a lifetime passion, finding it difficult to breathe.

  “Fuck. Yes. Yes. Yes.” She tossed her head back and forth as she pressed one hand against my chest. The touch was so freaking amazing, keeping me electrified, our connection off the charts.

  I’d never felt so invigorated or so desperate with need, my body aching from the primal urge to fuck her. I rolled onto the balls of my feet, plunging harder and faster, breathless as stars floated in front of my eyes.

  Her breath caught in her throat, the sounds mere whispers, her entire body trembling. I knew she was close to coming.

  “That’s it, doll. Come for me. Let me see you orgasm,” I instructed. “Come on my cock for me.”

  She bit her lip, her eyes opening wide, her arms flying over her head. “Oh. My. God.”

  I fucked her so hard the sound was thunderous, powering into her in a brutal and crazed manner. Every sound guttural, I concentrated on giving her the ultimate in pleasure. After all, she was breaking my fast, fulfilling a tremendous fantasy.

  And there were no strings attached.

  No danger of tasting more.

  Sierra moaned, slapping her hands against the wall as she tipped her head from side to side. “I... I... Oh!”

  I felt her pussy muscles clamping around my shaft, sucking me in even deeper as the first throes of a powerful orgasm swept over her. “Good girl.” I lost myself in the moment, trying to push her straight into ecstasy. I wanted her satisfied.

  I wanted her to remember this for months, even years.

  As the single orgasm turned into a second then a third, I continued driving my cock in as deeply as possible. The mewing sounds were far too stimulating, keeping the fuel burning deep within.

  Only when she stopped shaking, her arms sliding down the wall did I ease back, the adrenaline kicking into overdrive. I walked us toward the bed, easing her down and leaning over until our lips were only centimeters apart. “As I said, all of you belongs to me. Now, I fuck you in the ass.”

  I wrapped my hand around her hair, using the hold as leverage as I twisted her body, forcing her onto all fours. She responded instantly, positioning her legs partially open, her back arched, her body waiting.

  Hungering.

  Needing.

  My entire body was shaking as I slid the tip of my cock up and down the crack of her ass. The scent of our combined sex floated all around us, a moment of drunkenness settling in. Then I became the crazed man once again, pushing the tip into the cleft until I was able to find her dark hole. I used every last ounce of control when I slipped inside, driving past the tight ring of muscle.

  I wasn’t a gentle man. I wasn’t a caring man. Hell, I wasn’t anything but a ruthless bastard, but I would be gentle with her.

  To a point.

  She whimpered, her mouth opening wide as a flash of obvious pain rushed into her system. The sheen on her face was mesmerizing, stealing my damn breath. Why was I so attracted to this girl? Why did I want to lose myself in her, basking in her glory? This wasn’t anything like me.

  As the warmth of her ass muscles swept around my cock, I fell into a lull, moving in and out in a perfect rhythm, riding her. Then my actions intensified, becoming more brutal, the thrusts faster and harder.

  She pushed up hard from the comforter, meeting every savage plunge, her moans matching mine. We were nothing more than two primal beasts, a beautiful match. I had no idea how long the hard fucking lasted, but as beads of perspiration slipped down both sides of my face, dripping in an accentuated manner along her back, I could no longer see anything in my field of vision.

  I knew there was no holding back, no way of keeping my needs from being satisfied. Lightheaded, I threw my head back and issued another keening roar as I exploded into her, filling her with my seed.

  I knew that however long we were together at this place, she would belong to me. She would obey me, fulfill my needs, and I would take her in any manner I desired.

  And perhaps one day, I would own her forever.

  Her body.

  Her submission.

  Her soul.

  Mine. All mine.

  Chapter Two


  Sierra

  Blood.

  A tragedy for so many, vile and evil men creating destruction and damnation.

  A dangerous man.

  A ruthless monster.

  A heartless criminal.

  I stood in front of the man I’d sworn never to see again, a brutal creature who had no regard for life. Yet I’d known instinctively that there was nowhere else to turn, no one who would help me.

  But him.

  Dominating.

  Sexy.

  Possessive.

  The words filtered into my mind as I stood in front of the larger than life man, his dark eyes penetrating mine. I was filled with trepidation at his reaction, a gut-wrenching moment of losing myself in the past. I was a damn fool. A flash from only two hours before shifted me back into the nightmare and the very reason I’d lost a portion of my mind.

  “Bitch!” the monstrous man bellowed, his dark and dangerous voice ringing in the night air. “I. Will. Find. You.” He stood with a knife in his hands, the glistening steel something I would never forget.

  The words were haunting, the scarred and ugly man what nightmares were made of. I should have known better than to go off on my own, trying desperately to finish a damn story. Now I stood in the house of a man I didn’t really know, other than the brutal stories I’d heard since moving to Chicago in an attempt to start a new life.

  And memories of a dark fantasy I’d succumbed to.

  He was just as handsome as he’d been all those years ago, even more debonair than I’d remembered in his dark shirt and beautiful charcoal gray trousers. Everything about him reeked of money and sexuality, as well as the same kind of danger as the monster in the alley.

  Except Lorenzo Francesco held the city hostage with his brawn and power, the stronghold he had over politicians and members of law enforcement unequaled in the land of kingpins. He was a force unlike anything Chicago had ever seen.

  And he’d once been my lover.

  “Sierra,” Lorenzo said in a low-slung voice, his eyes opening wide. “My God. What the fuck happened to you?”