She had to be mine.
I held her tight. “What do you consider good sex?”
“Doesn’t everyone have the same definition?”
“I’m starting to think you’re more complicated.” I wrapped her tighter, encouraging her to dance. Her hips shimmied, and my cock hardened as her body moved in a perfect, sensual poetry. Never understood it before, but I gained an appreciation for it now. “What does it mean to you?”
She bit her lip. “It’s gotta be something…more than just pleasure.”
Her fingers tickled behind my neck. She played with my hair. Gently. Our chests bumped, and every heated touch tightened my cock.
“Of course sex is about more than pleasure,” I said.
“Even to you?”
“Especially to me.” I leaned in, letting my lips graze her ear. “It’s an experience. It’s excitement. Passion. There’s no better way to demonstrate a man’s strength or skill or aggression.”
“Aggression?”
“Sex is all aggression. It’s a release for that suppressed wild, instinct we possess.” I nibbled her ear. “It’s animalistic.”
She shuddered. “It’s not supposed to be.”
“Says who?”
Leah didn’t have an answer. She glanced up at me, her mocha eyes heavy-lidded and dark with forbidden curiosity. “What about romance?”
“What about it?”
“You’re describing something…feral and impersonal.”
I leaned down, bumping my forehead with hers. “If taking my cock is impersonal, then I’ve done something wrong.”
She looked away. I didn’t let her. The music faded to something slower, melodic, and pulsing with base. A perfect song to promise a night of pleasure.
“Did it feel impersonal when I devoured your pussy?”
Leah shifted, embarrassed, and she tried to pull back. She wasn’t moving that easily, not unless she was falling backward onto a bed. I kept my voice low, a secret just for her, a truth she already figured out.
That’s what scared her the most.
“I licked you.” My words rumbled. “Tasted you. Made you come. That wasn’t impersonal, Kiss. I got deeper inside you than anyone ever had, even that prick who left you.”
“We shouldn’t talk about this now.” Her eyes darted across the floor, studying the few dancers in slutty dresses that might’ve caught my attention if I hadn’t been holding the most beautiful woman in the world. “Anyone can hear.”
“So let them hear. Let them know what I plan to do to you tonight.”
“Jack…”
“You’re going to get fucked, Kiss. Like you’ve never been taken before. I’m going to own your body. I’m gonna fuck you until you’re raw and screaming and begging for it harder and faster. Better get used to crying out my name now. You’ll be saying it a lot.”
“It’s not a good idea.”
Christ, this woman. “What? Pleasure isn’t a good idea? You need to be taken. You need to be rutted on your knees. You need to feel what it’s like when you’re completely overwhelmed with passion, and the only way to escape is to surrender to your own body.”
She trembled, staring at my lips. She wanted a kiss. Wasn’t getting it. Not until she begged.
“You’re gonna be on your knees. You’re gonna be on your back. You can ride me while the sun comes up. I’m going to fuck you until you are exhausted, sweaty, and panting for every breath.”
Leah’s body warmed against me. “But we’re not just having sex. We’re doing something…completely different.”
“Yeah. That’s what makes this so exciting.” The music pulsed through me, in me. Leah felt it too, shifting close. I debated pushing her against the back wall and taking what we both wanted right then and there. My cock couldn’t handle much more of her innocence, her hidden desire. “Tonight, you’re gonna be mine.”
She glanced over the floor, searching for anyone who might know what devilish things we promised each other. The music swelled and lights flickered, cocooning us in our own private dance in the middle of everything.
“What about the…consequences?” Leah whispered. Her fingers dug into my arms.
I leaned down, capturing her lips, forcing her to listen to the words I said and the ones lost in our need. A baby wasn’t a consequence. Fucking my seed into her blinded me with feral instinct and aggressive possession. The other men in the VIP room stared at the sexy woman quaking in my arms.
They looked, and it drove me insane.
Leah was mine.
This woman belonged to me.
And the only way I’d prove it to the world was if she swelled with my child.
I kissed her, hard. “When I take you, I’m going to fuck you bare. Completely unprotected from everything except my seed.”
“And…when you…?”
“I’m going to come inside you. All night, Kiss. I won’t pull my cock from you once, not from the minute it sheaths in that perfect little pussy.”
Leah shivered. Her breath released in a heated whimper, and she slowed her dance, as though she’d fall if I weren’t holding her. But I had her. Captured her. Trapped her in my arms and pinned her against my raging cock. She pulled closer. The threat intrigued her, but she couldn’t let herself imagine all the terrible and perfect things I’d do to her body.
Her eyes begged me for a permission that would come only from her surrender to the most natural experience in the world.
I whispered. “You want to know if it’s okay for a good girl, a responsible girl, to want the bad boy to fuck her? To come inside of her unprotected little body?”
She nodded. I wanted nothing more than to bite that trembling bottom lip.
“You want to know if it’s the right thing to do, going to bed with a dangerous man? You realize what I’ll do to your body. You can imagine what will happen once my cum jets inside you…”
I couldn’t hear Leah over the music, but I read her lips. “Yes.”
I grinned, capturing her mouth as she melted into my arms. She surrendered to a dark and sensual desire that blinded her to the dancing, the music, the club, and the audience of people now recognizing Jack Carson and the beautiful woman he seduced in the darkness of the VIP section.
“You want to know if it’ll make you bad if you were fucked, seeded, and taken by a man like me?”
“Yes.”
I lowered my voice, hungry for her wanting body.
“Let’s find out.”
Chapter Nine – Leah
I’d never have him inside me fast enough.
We crashed through his house, striking the walls and upsetting paintings, slamming the door and knocking over end tables and decorations. Nothing mattered so long as we touched each other, held each other, shed shoes and clothing on the stairs.
Jack and I fell onto his bed, arms entwined. Our mouths parted only to breathe unspoken words and draw each other closer. Our tongues flicked back and forth in a frantic blitz to prove how much we wanted this.
I never knew I could need a man this badly.
Not even in my wildest fantasies had I envisioned such passion. Was sex always this desperate? What I once considered lovemaking—the polite and apologetic thrusts under the sheets—was completely and utterly wrong. This was something ragged and feral. We burst upon each other in a crazed delirium.
Jack promised the night of unrepentant pleasure.
I believed him.
And I longed to experience it.
My life had been so structured, so planned, so deliberate that I never allowed myself any passion. That thrill of discovery was lost, buried under years of repression and work.
His hands gripped my body, pulling me to him, demanding that I surrender to his kiss.
I didn’t know this type of wild and aching sex existed.
Jack was cocky. He was arrogant. He realized how undeniably sexy he was, but he hadn’t seduced me. I seduced myself. I owed myself one night of perfect, animalistic desire.
Jack would give it to me—and so much more. The words he said twisted inside me, tightening everything already too raw to unbind.