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Brodie linked their fingers and pulled her off the kitchen counter. Zara reached for her purse when he began to drag her toward the exit, but she didn’t manage to snag it because he was moving at quite a pace.
Leading her through passages, he opened a door and ran up two flights of stairs without letting her go. When they got to the top, he opened another grand door and tugged her into a long hallway. Switching their course, he guided her through another door and then swung a left into a narrow corridor with only one door at the end.
Glancing back at their wake, she kept advancing headlong in the direction Brodie towed her in. “I hope there’s not a fire,” she said, knowing she’d be lucky to find a way out let alone the kitchen.
He stopped at the end of the corridor and pressed the print of his thumb into the center of a regal doorknob, which had the same fingerprint recognition pad on it that she’d seen in other parts of the building.
“If there’s a fire, we go out the window,” he said, before opening the door and drawing her forward to let her enter first.
The huge wooden framed bed was situated in front of a recessed double window. There were a couple of doors to the left and a seating area to the right, where there was an entertainment center done in the same finish as the bed.
She was about to turn and compliment him on his dark, masculine decor when the daunting snick of a heavy lock sliding into place made her comfort disperse into dread. When she whirled around, Brodie was within breathing distance, so close to her that the wall of his chest blocked her view.
“I said you were naughty,” he said. Scooping a hand under her hair, he twined his fingers in her locks and pulled her head back at an angle so harsh that it made her neck ache. “I was right... You disobeyed me.”
“Yeah, and look how great that worked out for you,” she said, matching his snarl.
“You made a big mistake coming here.” With a wide stance, he kept her legs between his and walked her backwards in the direction of the bed. He offered her no help when she lost her footing, so Zara had to grab on to him to keep herself semi-upright. “Everything in this house belongs to me, and now that includes you,” he sneered. “No one will look for you here. Haven’t you heard? The world thinks I’m dead and this place abandoned. This is the end of the world for you, baby.”
Something as solid and rotund as a log hit the dip of her spine and she exhaled her trepidation when she groped behind her and found she was pressed into the frame at the foot of his bed. There was no way to get away from this man, no way out of the room. She was his prisoner. Instead of being terrified, a quake of excitement tremored through her.
Brodie let go of her hair and began to unbutton her shirt. She clung to the timber at her back and held her breath, not uttering a word when he dragged her shirt out of her skirt and tore open the last two buttons to bare her torso.
She boosted herself up using the bed as a support and encouraged him on by opening her mouth on his jaw to rasp her teeth on his stubble. She wasn’t afraid of him. She wanted to provoke him. To unleash the truth of his darkness that he tried so hard to hide. But before her tongue could meet his skin, he grabbed her face and urged her away.
He scowled, aiming his hostility toward her mouth. “You’re my plaything now. My house means my rules.”
Shoving her jacket and her shirt down her arms, he twisted her elbows to yank the apparel off and cast it aside. Unsatisfied with what he’d revealed, he ripped the fabric strip connecting her bra cups to expose her breasts.
He bent his knees to collect up her half-naked body and closed his mouth on one breast while perching her on the frame of his bed. Hooking her feet on the plank that supported the mattress, she opened her legs around him to arch herself into his imploring mouth. He sucked and licked one breast, and took the other in his palm to fondle it. Then, sucking his mouth free of her bosom for long enough to lick his fingertips, he swirled and circled her nipples between them, alternating his fingers and his mouth, until the cramp in her belly made her hiss.
Massaging her nipples with the pads of his thumbs, he kissed the corner of her mouth. “Oh, she’s pretty,” he said with perverse pleasure. “Knows just what that hot body can get her.”
Her constricted lungs barely allowed words to seep from the threshold of her mouth. “There’s only one thing I want,” she ground the words out through her gritted teeth.
Zara combed her fingers into his hair as he moved south to kiss her chest again. When he snagged her nipple in his teeth, she coiled her digits tight against his scalp.
Pulling the taut peak in his mouth with him as he retreated, he only released it when it would come no further. “You think you’ll find it here?” he asked.
Sliding her hands through his tresses, to his jaw and up to his face, she compelled his head up, away from its task, so that she could look him in the eye. “I already have,” she said and wrapped her legs around him.
As her ankles locked, he reached around to grab them and wrench them apart. Using his hold on her limbs, he yanked her forward, forcing her to stand. One of his strong hands drove itself beneath her waistband and sent her skirt fluttering to the floor, before he stepped back to get a better view. Left in only her panties and stockings, she was fired up by being on show for him, and from the reaction in his jeans, she’d say he liked what he saw.
“She’s naughty,” he muttered as though to himself. “Do you like dressing dirty?” With one arm, he lunged forward to capture her. He yanked her body onto his so tight that she struggled to breathe. But she loved the way he held her, how his strength could overpower her. Despite what he was capable of, he could never use that strength or his lethal skills against her. Having immunity from him was a thrill in itself. “You dress to drive men wild?”
“I dress for me,” she said, trying to push away from his embrace simply because she knew she couldn’t.
Using his mass, he crushed her against the end of the bed. She was lost in the intensity of his eyes, but yelped when he snatched her panties and ripped them away from her fizzing skin before he let his other arm enclose around her.
When he bowed nearer, she tipped her head back to avoid his kiss, because riling him enlivened her. But he opened his mouth and sucked the neck she’d exposed for him.
The bite of power in that kiss made her yelp. “Oh, God, Brodie,” she said, throwing a hand up into his hair.
He pulled back wearing a sneering smile that wreaked of pleasure. “That’s better.”
Grabbing her hips, he picked her up and threw her over the footboard onto the bed where she landed in a bounce. He was already hauling his tee shirt up over his head and she scrambled away, going as far back as to settle herself on his pillows.
Seating himself on the edge of the bed, he bent to unlace his boots and in that brief interlude, a thought struck her. If so few people had been in his house, then Brodie may never have had sex here. The women he slept with overseas probably knew him as Raven and she wondered if he had ever slept with a woman who knew his real name.
When his boots were off, he stood up to unbuckle his belt and watched her as he pulled open the buttons on his jeans. Her eyes flicked up, she registered his scrutiny, and that was when she realized she was chewing on her bottom lip in anticipation of seeing this man naked for the first time.
“What you drooling at, pretty baby, huh?” he asked, pleased with himself for discovering her impatience.
Without denying her fervor, she changed her position. “This is home turf,” she said, crawling on all fours across the bed to reach for his jeans, but he caught her hand before she made contact and pulled it up.
“My rules,” he said, lowering himself to kiss her once. Zara lost herself in the sweet zeal of his rapturous tongue trying to mate with hers. “Open those legs for me, baby, real wide.”
She did as much as she could in this position high on her knees with her wrist locked in his grip, elevated above her head. While his mouth kissed and nibbled on hers, the heel of his free hand landed on her pubis and he curled his fingers around to rub them up and down the slit in her body, coating her in her own juices.
“Mm,” he hummed. “I think no panties should be a new house rule.” He pushed one finger into her and began to screw her with the single digit. “I’m gonna take what I want from you, baby... I want that tight fucking pussy dripping before it tastes my cock. You’re gonna get damn used to being naked and ready for me. This place is where you’ll worship my dick, ‘cause you’ve got a whole lot to learn about the consequences of disobeying me.”
Panting, a whine left her throat and she moved her hips in time with his hand. His finger slid all the way out and before she could object, two slid in slow. She gritted her teeth and tried to sink deeper onto him but he pulled her arm taut to drape it around his neck.
“Hold on to me,” he murmured, caressing the forearm he’d locked around his neck. He kissed her jaw then her neck and lifted his lips to her ear. “Rub your clit for me, baby.” Still hanging around his neck on one arm, she did as she was told with the other, clinging onto him tighter with every new burst of sensation.
As she pressed her fingers to herself and began to stroke, her fingertips made contact with his two digits, which were still fucking her. They made quite a team. Soon, she was tightening her arm and pulling herself closer, higher, using his body as an anchor for hers, which was so near the brink of oblivion that stars began to blur her vision.
“Stop,” she panted and pulled at his wrist, trying to get his digits out of her. “Oh, God, Brodie, if you don’t stop I’m gonna—“ but she didn’t have enough oxygen to breathe or speak. Throwing the other arm around his neck, her body bucked into his hand and she called out his name.
The sound had barely left her lips before he crouched and hauled her arms up over his head to free himself of her hold, then she was pushed onto her back and he hooked his solid arms under her thighs. Zara didn’t realize he was on his knees at the side of the bed until his tongue plunged into her.
“Brodie!” she yelped, though she wasn’t sure if she was objecting to what he was doing, or encouraging him to continue.
Her engorged tissues were still trembling, but he licked through her, delving his tongue in deep and pursing her clit between his lips to flicker it with his tongue. Every time they’d been together, he’d showered her with attention. He got some kind of pleasure out of each orgasm he granted her.
The men in her past wanted only what she could give and didn’t care to give anything back. But she was beginning to worry that Brodie would think her selfish or ungrateful since she had never returned the favors he blessed her with.
“Wait,” she said, but her extremities were shaking, her fingers and toes had lost all feeling and every nerve in her body was on a quivering alert, preparing for the next deluge of pleasure he was working her towards with his mouth. Grabbing his hair, she tried to pull him back, but her breathing was growing more uneven with every second.
Pushing a hand onto the bed and using the other to pull his head, she managed to sit up. But when she looked down and saw him there between her thighs, with her legs over his shoulders, the sight was almost enough to finish her off.
“God, that’s hot,” she whispered. One of his arms curled around her pelvis and he massaged her tummy with the other.
“Lie down,” he said. “And we’ll see if I can get you to boil over.”
“No,” she said, stroking his hair and his face. “Come up here, come with me.”
Fixating on her stomach, he revealed his strategy. “I plan to come right here,” he said, trailing a moist fingertip from her belly button to her cleavage. The shimmer of pleasure it caused made her squeeze her internal muscles, that in turn made her thighs tighten, and his pride grew. “You like that? You want my hot spunk all over your horny body? You want it bad, baby, don’t you?” He began to rise higher on his knees. “You want my scent soaking into you?” he kissed her. “Want me to brand every inch of you as mine?”
As he came higher still, she was forced to lay back. He stayed within an inch of her mouth as he rose over to lie on top of her. When he kissed her again, she got the chance to wrap her arms around his head. She couldn’t stop touching his hair, his back, his shoulders, his face. Every part of him that her fingers met made her arousal intensify until she was grinding her pelvis up into his.
The metal spike on his loose belt buckle kept spearing the soft flesh on her abdomen as she undulated, but the sting didn’t slow her down. Brodie kept on kissing her, rubbing his hands down her sides, over her breasts and eventually under her ass to reposition her on the bed so her head was on the pillows she’d been sitting on before.
Relaxing her legs, she used her hands and feet to shove at his open jeans and when they were out of the way, she curled all of her fingers around the impressive girth of his dick and angled her hips to push herself up. Guiding him to her opening, she rolled the apex of his arousal up and down the seam of her body, kissing the head of his dick with her intimate lips, then let it slide up to caress her hypersensitive clit. Drawing back, she took a breath and thrust herself up to take the first inch of him into her.
He tried to retreat, but she kept pushing, determined to take all of him. He grabbed her hips and pinned them down then abandoned her mouth to glare down at her. “You horny little minx,” he said and although he was frowning, she smiled.
“I want it,” she said, wriggling in his grasp.
“You’re a dirty girl”—he reared up to flip her onto her chest—“you think you can ride my cock bareback?” he asked and spanked her. Groaning, her knees dug into the bed, raising her ass higher. “You don’t say when, I say when.”
Grabbing her thighs, he pushed them up under her until her bent knees touched the underside of her vulnerable breasts. Three of his fingers plunged into her and he worked them back and forth so fast that she had to bite the pillow beneath her face to stop herself from calling out again. After delivering another climax, he smacked her ass and snatched one knee to whip her over onto her back again.
“I’m gonna train you real good,” he said, kneeling between her legs and falling over her to brace his weight on his hands on either side of her. “You’re gonna need a strong hand.”
He rose up onto his knees and examined her body, sprawled in front of him as he towered over her. Her legs were parted on either side of him, and he pressed his thumb into her clit making her yelp again and wriggle against the resistance he offered.
“Tell me you belong to me,” he said, kneading his thumb into her, never breaking that contact as he spoke. “Tell me!”
Lost in the mist of approaching orgasm, her body was languishing in the chemical overload this night had brought. “I belong to you,” she cried out, barely able to see him past the weight of her eyelids.
“This snug, sweet cunt only reacts for my dick now, only mine, right?”
She curled her fingers into the blanket they lay on and whimpered out a confirmation. Struggling to keep her eyes open, she writhed down on his thumb. “My pussy is yours,” she managed to say then yelped. “Brodie, please, beau, fuck me.”
“Soon,” he muttered and pulled his thumb back to push it through her folds into her drenched opening. “Tell me it all belongs to me, your hands, your mouth... your tits, your ass. All of you.”
“All of me,” she called between ragged breaths. “All of me! I’m yours, Brodie!”
Pulling out his thumb, he put it in his mouth to suck it clean then dropped his weight forward, so he was looming over her again. “Zara,” he asked, looking her in the eye. “Do you mean it?”
“Yes,” she said, opening her arms and closing them around the back of his neck. “Yes, Brodie, baby, I mean it.”
Pulling him down to kiss her, she forgot about the sex and the pound of excitement prickling through her and kissed him until she tasted his soul. She didn’t feel his arm move, but when the thick crown of his cock pushed into her, the pressure of him stretching her made her forget to keep kissing him.
But he didn’t forget. He kissed her mouth, moved his amorous attention to her neck, then rose to look at her face as he pounded into her. The heat of him was different, the slick motion of his member moved faster and faster in her until she was no longer capable of thought. When she said his name, the shadows in his eyes burned to a thick ebony.
Clawing her nails down his back on the impact of her orgasm, she was still calling for him when he pulled out of her to shower her abdomen in the seed he’d promised to bathe her with. Unleashing a string of profanities, he squeezed himself out over her and she arched to accept his gift.
The air was hot and smelled of sex and sweat, but all she could feel was the warm glow of contentment. He bowed over her and lost his mouth in her damp hair beside her ear. “Next time it goes in your mouth,” he said and her smile actually grew.
Expecting that he’d let her sleep now was premature. He scooped her up and carried her into the huge bathroom adjoining the bedroom. It had its own central Jacuzzi bath and double sinks. But he carried her past those, slid aside the textured glass of the shower door, and put her on her feet.
Brodie turned on the water before going to grab towels from a concealed closet in the corner.
“Your house is amazing,” she said, leaning against the cool tile and stretching out an arm to test the temperature of the water.
There were two showerheads, one at either end of the cubicle, and jets on the walls, as well as a built-in tiled seat. But he’d just turned on one showerhead, so she guessed they were going to get cozy. She bent to roll off her stockings and threw them out past the open stall door.
“Thanks,” he said, hanging the towels over the top of the screen and pulling his jeans off to toss them aside on top of her stockings.
Getting to see him naked in all of his glory made her teeth clamber for her lower lip again. He was magnificent, sculpted, and muscular. His body was athletic indicating he did more with it than just lift weights, and his dick was so long and fat that she was enticed to leap forward and grab hold of the appendage as though she had never had the pleasure of experiencing it.
He entered the shower, and slid the door closed, then opened his palm toward her, so she gave him her hand. “Did you mean what you said in there?”
“Which part?” he asked, putting a bar of soap into her hand. Pulling them both under the water, he pressed the soap she was holding to his torso and began to move it in circles.
She got the message that she was supposed to do the washing so she took over. “About us being only for each other?” she asked.
Soaping his body gave her the chance to learn his form. She examined his scars and spent extra time washing his tattoos so she could learn their shapes and designs. All of them were black ink. He had one on the ball of his shoulder, one between his shoulder blades, and another on his chest. She crouched to get a better look at the one he had on his thigh.
“Maybe,” he said. “I guess.”
That wasn’t exactly the resounding confirmation she was looking for, but at least it was a confirmation. The water washed the soap away from his body and she was about to rise from the floor when his hand landed on the top of her head.
Bringing her eyes up, Zara looked for an explanation. It came when he closed a fist around his now erect dick and guided it to her mouth. Nudging his head against her lips, she opened and let him push himself into her mouth.
Closing her lips around her teeth, Zara sucked on him as he controlled the pace. “Damn,” he hissed, moving faster. “I just found my new hobby.”
Sliding his hand down to the back of her head, he pushed her onto him and he worked himself deeper. His curse came half a beat before he exploded in her mouth and the thick milk spread on her tongue. He withdrew but balled his hand on her wet hair to pull her head back.
“Show me it’s gone,” he said and she opened her mouth wide to prove that she’d already swallowed him down. “Wash up and then come to bed.” He patted her head and rinsed himself then left her alone on her knees under the shower spray.
So he wasn’t in the mood to put words to what was going on between them. He’d shut down her questioning fast enough to make that clear. Zara rose up and let the heat of the water steam her sinuses as she washed her hair.
