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  “No, I...” Her voice faltered.

  “Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll go. For now.”

  Caroline faltered, her long lashes brushing against her cheeks. She had no idea what to expect, no sense of what I expected. Teaching her would be incredible. “I’m...”

  “Yes?”

  “How do you know?”

  “Because we have a primal connection, one that refuses to be denied. I will shower you with pleasure as long as you follow my rules. It’s that simple.” Sliding first one strap then the other from her shoulder, I expected some form of pushback, her usual defiant behavior.

  But there was none.

  Except for the lovely way in which she covered her breasts, holding the dress in place. I ran my finger down her spine, lightly tracing her bones until I reached the slender zipper holding the sheath in place. “You’re beautiful, but you have no idea how enticing you are.” I tugged until I was able to slide my hand just inside, fingering her soft skin.

  “I... Thank you.” A single and very slight moan escaped her voluptuous lips. With every ounce of her being, she was fighting our connection.

  This was perfect.

  She was perfect.

  And much more than I could ever have imagined.

  “But you lack discipline, as many women do. You deserve a firm hand.”

  Caroline tipped her head, twisting her mouth as if ready to retort. She wrinkled her nose, blinking several times, the move allowing her dress to slip, exposing her breasts.

  Her nipples hardened, the color like the finest rosé wine.

  “I’m my own woman,” she finally said. “I don’t need anything or anyone.”

  Such defiance yet there was no conviction.

  “That’s where you’re wrong.” I dragged my fingernail along her tailbone to her hip, using just enough pressure she sucked in her breath.

  “I’m never wrong,” she whispered, the words almost completely inaudible.

  Keep fighting, my sweet Caroline.

  I tapped her bottom twice, chuckling darkly. “Remove your hands, Caroline.” I was forced to smack harder until she obeyed me. The dress fell silently to the floor, pooling around her crimson painted toes. Inhaling, her scent was intoxicating, sending a rush of electricity into every muscle.

  Her body swayed forward and backward, the once isolated goosebumps floating onto every inch of her delicious naked skin. My mouth watered, my hunger becoming insatiable. I pulled her away from the painting, intertwining my fingers in hers as I walked her toward the makeshift blanket.

  Her hot breath cascaded across the window, forming a haze. While her body continued to quiver, the scent wafting from between her legs was ripe with desire. She was brimming with excitement.

  Releasing her hands, I slowly moved the hair from her neck, allowing my finger to trail along the side of her neck. “Good things come to girls who obey. Something for you to keep in mind.”

  Her eyes appeared glassy even in the dirty reflection, water spots and filth covering every windowpane like a reminder of the dangerous streets below. She had no idea how much danger she was in, no understanding of the monsters who would enjoy feasting on her in the most heinous manners. What struck me as even more alluring was that she didn’t seem to care about the drug dealers and prostitutes hugging the corners. “Place your hands on the glass.”

  Caroline’s only reaction was to dart her eyes to the left. She did as she was told, palming the glass, her fingers spread wide open.

  “Excellent. You can learn to be obedient.” I took a decided step backwards, my eyes never leaving her as I unfastened my belt. I wanted her to taste the feel of leather, to know that very soon she would belong to me. I folded the thick strap, holding it under my nose.

  Her engaging eyes watched every movement, studying me in the most intense fashion. I was surprised she wasn’t peppering me with questions or refusing to acknowledge my command. Every nerve in my body was standing on end, adrenaline pumping.

  Instead of beginning this round of discipline immediately, I inhaled deeply the rich smell of the leather. A single flinch was my sweet reward. When I dragged the strap down the length of her spine, moving ever so slowly between her legs, only then did she issue a scattered moan. My exhale was more ragged than hers as I pressed my palm against the small of her back, forcing her into a slight arc. By just standing back a single foot I was able to see her succulent pussy lips, glistening from her wetness.

  I rubbed the strap in forward and backward motions, sliding against her pussy. She pursed her lips, taking several deep breaths. “Punishment will become more satisfying than you can even imagine. Only with absolute obedience will you learn the satisfaction of raw ecstasy.”

  I whipped the belt into the air, the strap unfurling, the slight cracking sound as I snapped my wrist more satisfying than any music. A quick twist of my hand and I grabbed the two ends together, issuing two hard smacks against her rounded bottom.

  “Oh...” She rose onto her toes, her fingers pressing hard against the glass.

  This was more satisfying than I’d imagined. A savage growl slipped past my lips as I repeated the move, the strap creating the most beautiful blush-colored marks. The intent, at least for tonight, was not to bruise, only to serve as a reminder of the night.

  And of the man.

  I kicked her legs apart, my cock throbbing as I smacked her again. And again. The force was just enough to make her body sway. Even her lithe fingers had become white-knuckled, her breath creating circles of fog.

  “Do you think anyone can see you, the nasty girl being spanked in front of a window?”

  “I... Maybe.”

  “As they should.” I didn’t stop, the strap almost with a mind of its own, slapping her backside and the tops of her thighs in a calculated manner. Every part of my body was on fire, the longing intensifying until I was breathless. A mixture of desire and the most demanding need infused with my requirement to take her.

  Discipline her.

  Train her.

  One day she would beg for her punishment, learning quickly that in doing so she would receive the ultimate in pleasure. I pressed my hand against her bottom, sucking in my breath from the feel of heat.

  She lowered her head, gulping several breaths, her lovely long strands hiding her face.

  I fisted her hair, yanking her head as I inched closer. “When you receive punishment, you will watch as required.”

  “Yes. Sir.” Her voice was pinched, a hint of anger pushing against what I suspected was a longing for dominance, something she would never admit. Breaking her would take time.

  I kept my hand wound around her hair as I smacked her with several additional strikes. She gritted her teeth, the grinding sound somehow floating above the music. There was no reason for the action to arouse me as much as it did, but my cock was pinched, the pain unlike anything I’d ever felt. I wasn’t certain I wanted this to end, but my needs were too great.

  Backing away, I moved to the other end of the cloth, controlling my breathing and placing the belt over the top of one of her canvases. In plain sight. “Come to me.”

  Caroline steadied herself, running her fingers through her hair before turning to study me once again. She dragged her tongue back and forth across around her lips then slowly dropped to her knees. The temptation had become the temptress. She crawled toward me, exaggerating her moves much like a giant cat, hunting for her own prey.

  I waited, clenching my fists and digging my nails into my palms. The way she goaded me, seductive in every manner, held an air of control, something that would never happen again. But for tonight, I wanted to enjoy her prowess, to see just how far she’d go in her attempt to seduce.

  When she was between my legs, she rubbed her hands up and down, using the slightest amount of pressure. As she brushed her face against my inner thigh, I yanked off my jacket, pitching it away. Her hands continued to roam, sliding up and down as she undulated her body. Purring, she pulled off one shoe then the
other, her fingers sweeping across the tops of my feet.

  Everything about the woman was surprising, the firestorm building from the darkest crevices of my mind, the angry beast from within. I should refuse to care about her. She was an object. A toy. Then why did I already have certain feelings for her?

  She unfastened my pants, peeling away the edges. Within seconds, she’d removed them altogether. I dragged the shirt over my head, refusing to waste any additional time. She pressed a series of licks and kisses along my legs, moving from one to the other and completely ignoring my stiff cock. And every few seconds she purred, the sound soft and alluring.

  My eyes were hazy, unfocused as she toyed with me, lapping at my skin with her raspy tongue. Very slowly she rose to her feet, kissing and sucking on my stomach then moving to my chest.

  I heard the first strangled sound pushing past my own lips, as if I was the one losing control.

  “What do you need?” she asked before swirling her tongue around first one nipple then the other.

  I yanked her hair savagely, jerking her to her feet. “Whatever I want.” Crushing my mouth over hers, the kiss wasn’t about passion but my damning desire to own her.

  Fill her.

  Fuck her.

  There wasn’t anything in my world that revolved around romance and she would soon learn this, one way or the other. I thrust my tongue inside as I cupped her buttocks with my other hand, dragging her as tightly against my heated body as possible. My cock jutted into her belly and the moan she managed infused my brutal hunger. I was famished, tainted by everything she offered. She was sweet and innocent, a direct opposite to the monster fueled and ready to devour her.

  I was rough in my taking of her, my fingers digging into her skin as I drank her sweet essence. She clawed at me, wiggling her body. There would be no freedom, no getting away. She kicked out and within seconds there was a large clatter, the warmth of dripping liquid sliding down portions of my body. I broke the kiss, issuing a series of guttural sounds before licking around her mouth and moving to her jaw.

  Paint was everywhere, covering our bodies, splattering the cloth. She ran her hands up along my arms, dragging globs of paint and mixing into my hair. Amused, her sparkling laughter floated toward the rafters. I was incensed but so damn turned on. She wrapped her leg around mine, whimpering as I bit down on her neck. We were entwined together, our bodies locked in a match of dominance.

  She wouldn’t win but in her trying, I knew what had to be done, my mind reeling from the pain I would inflict, the pleasure I would exact. My heart raced to the point I heard echoes in my ears. Every inch of my body was alive, invigorated by her laughter and passion. I yanked her hair again, growling as I slid my mouth to her breasts, sucking and biting on her nipple.

  “Oh. Yes... I...” Her sounds were muffled, her body quivering. I adored the way her nails dug into my skin, scratching as she attempted to get out of my firm hold. She’d become a wildcat, refusing to give in.

  The taste of her was incredible, filling my mouth. I could only imagine her sweet pussy juice sliding down my throat. She continued to wiggle in my arms, slapping against them until I’d had enough. I slid both hands under her bottom and lifted, impaling her with the entire length of my cock. The way her pussy muscles stretched, taking every inch and pulsing around me was almost too much to take. She was so wet, tight, and hot.

  “Oh!” Her screech was high pitched, her mouth forming a rounded ‘O’ as she panted and squirmed. “Fuck. Fuck!”

  I pumped her up and down, snarling as I held her, my muscles straining as her skin slipped against mine. Paint continued to ooze, slip-sliding all across our skin.

  Caroline held the back of my neck, her eyes wild with desire. She continued fighting me, even as a slight smile remained on her face. I forced her legs around my hips, smacking her bottom twice until she glared into my eyes. “You don’t own me.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong.”

  A game. She had no idea who she was playing with.

  Everything about this woman needed to be tamed.

  Refusing to let her go, I used the power of my upper thighs to thrust in a brutal manner. I was insane with need.

  She finally lolled her head against me, taking several deep breaths. “Oh... God.”

  Easing her feet onto the floor, I pushed her shoulder. The second she dropped to her knees, she scuttled backward, crawling through the paint, the same look of strong conviction on her face.

  The same glint in her eyes.

  No one was going to take her.

  She had no idea what I was capable of.

  She turned, jerking onto all fours and crawling across the cloth. Vibrant splotches of paint were everywhere, covering her luscious body, the cloth, and the floor. I was shaking from the intensity of my desire, my need to fill her with my seed. This woman was infuriating. Captivating.

  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...

  Chapter Four

  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?