The Enticement
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I struggled again to break away, but he held me fast. “Fuck you,” I said again.
He slapped my ass for the third time, even harder. “Only one of us is getting fucked tonight,” he said and lifted my hips to enter me with a powerful thrust.
“Fuck,” I said, because even though I was angry at him, it still felt good.
He shoved a hand over my mouth. “Don’t you dare disturb the hotel guests. Fucking you is the only thing keeping me sane right now.” He pulled his cock out and thrust inside again as if proving a point. “So you’re going to damn well take it. And don’t think for one minute this negates what’s coming tomorrow.”
I didn’t want to think about tomorrow just yet. My body yielded to his control, but my mind was still pissed. His hips moved in a punishing, violent rhythm and though I fought it, I craved it. There was freedom in his control. In his use of me.
“I’m busy tomorrow,” I said, like he wasn’t pounding into me and we were just having an everyday conversation.
“Like hell.” He lifted my hips so he could drive even deeper.
I couldn’t twist away from him even if I wanted to. But his hand rested near my face, and without giving it much thought, I turned slightly and bit his palm. He jerked in surprise and slid out of me.
Everything was a blur as he flipped me over and pinned my arms above my head. “Did you just bite me?”
“Damn straight, asshole. You think you can just come in here and shove your cock in me? Like you own me?” He lowered his head in a way that looked as if he was going to kiss me, but I turned my head. “Damn dominant men. You guys think every woman on the planet is just waiting for an opportunity to spread her legs for you.”
He whispered harshly in my ear, “I believe, Mrs. West, that the first time you came into my office, you were, in fact, waiting for an opportunity to spread your legs for me.” He held both my hands in one of his and shoved the other inside my thighs, pushing two fingers inside. “And look at this, you’re still wet at the thought of doing it again.”
I couldn’t deny the way my body reacted to him, so instead I said, “Sometimes, I don’t like you very much.”
His eyes were dark and cold. “Sometimes, I feel the same.”
We stared at each other for long seconds. We were similar in so many ways. Stubborn and hardheaded. I felt the anger and fear and relief rolling off him and I knew he sensed the same from me. Neither one of us could attack the person we wanted to, so instead we were taking it out on each other. With our emotions running so high, there was only one way to find release.
“Use me, then,” I finally said. “Make it hurt.”
This time when he moved his lips to mine, I let him kiss me. But even though his mouth was rough on mine, I was just as rough on his. He let go of my hands and palmed my breasts, squeezing them. I grabbed his ass, needing him back inside me, and dug my nails into him in the process. Neither one of us would get through the night unmarked.
He bucked against me, but still didn’t take me.
“Damn you,” I said, trying to reach his cock, but failing. “Do it.”
Breathing heavily, he sat up. Keeping his eyes locked firmly on mine, he took my upper thighs and pried them apart, his fingers so rough I’d have bruises in the morning.
“You see?” he asked, panting. “Just can’t wait to spread for my cock.”
“Bastard,” I spat.
He took his cock in hand, chuckling. “That might be the case, but it’s your pussy that’s getting wet just watching me stroke myself.” I opened my mouth, but he added, “Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll have you watch as I jerk off and come all over your stomach.”
I glared at him.
“Speechless, are you?” he asked. “Good. I hate it when chatter interrupts a nice hard fuck.”
He put his hand firmly over my mouth and, with the other, placed his cock at my entrance. “I don’t want you to talk or think about anything—there’ll be time for that tomorrow. Right now all I want from you is what you’ve got between your legs.” He plunged into me with one hard stroke. “And I’m going to damn well take it.”
Our joining was rough and violent. He hammered into me, the entire time keeping his hand over my mouth. I grunted with each thrust of his cock, but raised my hips, desperate for more. Before long, we were both sweating and he cursed under his breath.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pounding his ass with my heels in time with his thrusts. He felt hard and thick and long and I wanted him to stay inside me forever.
He slapped my ass for the third time, even harder. “Only one of us is getting fucked tonight,” he said and lifted my hips to enter me with a powerful thrust.
“Fuck,” I said, because even though I was angry at him, it still felt good.
He shoved a hand over my mouth. “Don’t you dare disturb the hotel guests. Fucking you is the only thing keeping me sane right now.” He pulled his cock out and thrust inside again as if proving a point. “So you’re going to damn well take it. And don’t think for one minute this negates what’s coming tomorrow.”
I didn’t want to think about tomorrow just yet. My body yielded to his control, but my mind was still pissed. His hips moved in a punishing, violent rhythm and though I fought it, I craved it. There was freedom in his control. In his use of me.
“I’m busy tomorrow,” I said, like he wasn’t pounding into me and we were just having an everyday conversation.
“Like hell.” He lifted my hips so he could drive even deeper.
I couldn’t twist away from him even if I wanted to. But his hand rested near my face, and without giving it much thought, I turned slightly and bit his palm. He jerked in surprise and slid out of me.
Everything was a blur as he flipped me over and pinned my arms above my head. “Did you just bite me?”
“Damn straight, asshole. You think you can just come in here and shove your cock in me? Like you own me?” He lowered his head in a way that looked as if he was going to kiss me, but I turned my head. “Damn dominant men. You guys think every woman on the planet is just waiting for an opportunity to spread her legs for you.”
He whispered harshly in my ear, “I believe, Mrs. West, that the first time you came into my office, you were, in fact, waiting for an opportunity to spread your legs for me.” He held both my hands in one of his and shoved the other inside my thighs, pushing two fingers inside. “And look at this, you’re still wet at the thought of doing it again.”
I couldn’t deny the way my body reacted to him, so instead I said, “Sometimes, I don’t like you very much.”
His eyes were dark and cold. “Sometimes, I feel the same.”
We stared at each other for long seconds. We were similar in so many ways. Stubborn and hardheaded. I felt the anger and fear and relief rolling off him and I knew he sensed the same from me. Neither one of us could attack the person we wanted to, so instead we were taking it out on each other. With our emotions running so high, there was only one way to find release.
“Use me, then,” I finally said. “Make it hurt.”
This time when he moved his lips to mine, I let him kiss me. But even though his mouth was rough on mine, I was just as rough on his. He let go of my hands and palmed my breasts, squeezing them. I grabbed his ass, needing him back inside me, and dug my nails into him in the process. Neither one of us would get through the night unmarked.
He bucked against me, but still didn’t take me.
“Damn you,” I said, trying to reach his cock, but failing. “Do it.”
Breathing heavily, he sat up. Keeping his eyes locked firmly on mine, he took my upper thighs and pried them apart, his fingers so rough I’d have bruises in the morning.
“You see?” he asked, panting. “Just can’t wait to spread for my cock.”
“Bastard,” I spat.
He took his cock in hand, chuckling. “That might be the case, but it’s your pussy that’s getting wet just watching me stroke myself.” I opened my mouth, but he added, “Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll have you watch as I jerk off and come all over your stomach.”
I glared at him.
“Speechless, are you?” he asked. “Good. I hate it when chatter interrupts a nice hard fuck.”
He put his hand firmly over my mouth and, with the other, placed his cock at my entrance. “I don’t want you to talk or think about anything—there’ll be time for that tomorrow. Right now all I want from you is what you’ve got between your legs.” He plunged into me with one hard stroke. “And I’m going to damn well take it.”
Our joining was rough and violent. He hammered into me, the entire time keeping his hand over my mouth. I grunted with each thrust of his cock, but raised my hips, desperate for more. Before long, we were both sweating and he cursed under his breath.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pounding his ass with my heels in time with his thrusts. He felt hard and thick and long and I wanted him to stay inside me forever.
