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Oh the hide. “Well get your dick out and put it to use.”

He rips his shirt over his head angrily. “You piss me off.”

I smirk. “Ditto.”

He rips his pants off and throws them to the side and then he is on me. Before I can reply, he has me lifted and impaled on his cock. I cry out as he pins me against the wall and wraps my legs around his waist. His dark eyes watch my lips and his mouth hangs slack. Oh God. My eyes close at the overwhelming feeling of his claiming. He slams into me and lifts me back and forth onto him.

“Ahh, careful,” I cry.

He rips through my flesh and I think I feel myself tear.

“You’re hurting me,” I murmur, but he’s not. Not even close. It’s a good pain—an addictive pain.

“Let’s get one thing fucking straight.” He pumps hard. “You don’t act like someone you’re not.” He slams me again and I am dizzy from the strength of this beast. What is he talking about?

“I wasn’t acting,” I murmur as he hits me hard again and I feel him all the way to my neck.

“When weren’t you acting?” He growls, the veins in his chest and shoulders all pump with adrenaline.

“When I told you I wanted you.”

He pumps me hard again and we both cry out. This is too good. He was made to fill me.

“Do you?” he cries.

“God, yes.”

He slams into me as we both hold onto each other tightly.

“More than anything I want you.”

He takes my lips in his and kisses me. Unable to hold it, I shudder as an orgasm rips through me. It triggers his and he groans as I feel his hot seed burn me from inside.

Out tongues dance for an extended time and suddenly the beast is tamed. Our touch becomes gentle, tender. I kiss his cheek and then his face and, overwhelmed with emotion, I start to shower his face in baby kisses. He holds me tightly in his arms as if processing something, and I feel the desperate urge to protect him.

“Why are you being crazy?” I whisper.

He pulls his body out of mine and my legs drop to the floor. He slowly puts me down onto the tiles.

“You’re making me fucking crazy,” he whispers as if confused.

“Stace.” I kiss him and wrap my arms around his broad muscular frame.

“What?” he replies against my forehead as he holds me. I get the feeling that he can’t even look at me.

“I got your back, baby, you can trust me.”

9

Stace

She lies on her side and smiles softly at me as she holds my hand in hers. Her long, dark hair is splayed across my pillow and she has a sheen of perspiration dusting her skin from our carnal activities just moments ago. I have never fucked the same woman so many times in succession in all of my life. I can’t get enough of her. She is blowing my mind and it is seriously pissing me off. My chest rises and falls as I try to regain my breath.

Fucking beautiful, deceiving bitch. I have so many questions. Who is she? What is she doing here and why does she feel the need to protect me? Where did she learn to fight?

I think for a moment as we lie in the stillness, hand in hand.

A cop. Is she a cop?