Tamed (Club Sin 5)

Before, he’d let her wiggle her way out of it. Before, he wouldn’t demand an answer. Before, he’d let her walk away. Not anymore. He refused to let her sass her way out of this and denied her the right to force him to live in her distant world. “Tell me where you went.”

“No.”

His brow arched. “No?”

“Fuck no.” She glared. “Is that clear enough for you?”

His control vanished, as did all emotions inside him. No anger sizzled through him. No annoyance touched his soul. She was submissive. He was Dominant, and he’d been pushed enough. He closed the distance between them, fueled by an intensity that he didn’t dare control. The part of his soul that dominated life, and all those within it, no longer sympathized with her.

He sucked in a deep breath, and his patience for her evaporated.

She gasped when he gathered her in his arms, and she gasped again as he dropped his mouth to hers. He kissed her with all the intensity that Kenzie had been begging him for. The thoughts of her being in danger, of her keeping him out, of her wanting to push him away when all he wanted to do was care for her, consumed him. For once, he did what Kenzie did when she was with him: He forgot his mind and gave in to his body.

His needs.

His desires.

His demands.

“No more distance, Kenzie,” he growled against her mouth, reaching for her shirt and yanking it off. “It ends now.” He kept his mouth moving with hers in a sensual dance as he pulled down her shorts and panties. Her breath hitched as he opened his jeans and shoved them and his boxers down. “Realize it now and don’t f

ucking forget it; I care about you.” He pushed her up against the shelves, so the side of her face pressed against the box. “I care if you’re in danger. I care about your heart, and you’re going to fucking allow me that right.”

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Kenzie fought against using her safe word. What Porter was asking for now stole her very soul, but God, she wanted him. The way he took over now, commanding her body with no apologies, it all consumed her. Heat slid right through her as his penis touched her damp folds from behind, and she melted with his eager touches. She felt whole, grounded, and more than anything, she didn’t want to fight him anymore.

His dominance felt good. Really good.

She’d done things her way for so long, and that had only gotten her isolated and ignoring the world around her. His guidance, his touch, it all opened her to something new. A sensation that she never wanted to let go of.

In his arms, she felt like the girl she’d once been, without so much tragedy in life. She liked who she was with Porter. More important, she liked that Porter saw only the good parts of her. That he wouldn’t allow her to be anyone else. That she was safe to be herself with him, and that nothing else mattered. She wasn’t the girl whose sister died, whose mother killed herself; she was only Kenzie.

Above all else, she loved that he fought for her.

He thrust forward and wrapped his arms around her from behind. There was no space between them, no distance that he would allow. It reflected affection. It portrayed exactly what he intended; nothing she could do would distance him now. She also felt the sizzling heat of pleasure roaring through her as, inch by inch, he filled her.

He shifted his hips, hard and determined, as if his dominance simply couldn’t be held back anymore. She wouldn’t stop him. She wouldn’t back away now. Her heart and soul were wide open, and in his care, she knew she was in safe hands. The musky scent of their lovemaking swept through her nostrils as sweat coated her skin, her body shaking beneath him. Each thrust of his shaft inside her brought her higher, though it wasn’t about the pleasure sending her there, it was about his hold. The message in his lovemaking.

This is real.

This is your present.

The past just doesn’t matter anymore.

You cannot push me away.

She recognized all of that in his embrace, and in the way that he had her completely surrounded by his strong body. Years she’d been alone. Years she had forced herself to believe that was better and that life would always disappoint her. Now she only felt like she was disappointing herself.

His dominance soared through his rough thrusts, and she shut her eyes, appreciating what he’d done for her. Appreciating that he never did walk away, no matter how much she had wanted him to. That Porter had stayed solid in every sense of the word.

He’d seen her so clearly, it had only made her want to see what she used to be, too. His patience, his care, his comfort…it all made Kenzie so aware of herself and the reasons she acted the way she did. It didn’t matter what happened with Porter from this day on; she would be forever grateful to him for that reason alone.

His grunts deepened and her moans grew louder as he never touched her breast or made this between them sensual. This was Domination. This was a statement. One she heard loud and clear. No more running. I’ve got you. And Kenzie melted into that beautiful control.

He never moved away from her back or stopped from squishing her up against the boxes on the shelf. He took her roughly, commanding her body, pinning her where he wanted her to stay, taking her as roughly as he wanted to.

Heaviness formed low in Kenzie’s body and a wild sensation rushed through her, drawing screams from her throat at the unexpected intensity building inside her. His cock grew harder and thickened inside her. Her muscles strained, her eyes pinching shut as she sensed her orgasm going to a place it had never gone before.