The Bandit (The Stolen Duet 1)

I could have only the taste of her body as sustenance for the rest of my life and never suffer.

Her whimper drew my attention back to her face and saw her face drawn tight with anguish. She wanted to come.

“Christ.” I was no longer fighting it. “You’re going to ruin us both.” I dug my heels in the sheet, used all my lower body strength to fuck her back as much as I could—as hard as I could—from beneath. Her expression was no longer drawn tight. It was soft again, but her body was still searching.

“You want to come? Untie me.” I punctuated my demand with a hard upward drive of my hips. She gasped her surprise but maintained her stride.

Fuck yeah.

“I want my name. Say it,” she growled.

“Fuck,” I grunted. I needed my hands free, so I could take her hips in my hand and guide her. Her rhythm was now erratic. Uncontrolled.Mindless.

Did I mention she never removed her aim of the gun? She had been on the ride of her life, but now she’d lost control.

“Daddy, please,” she’d cried out, and that was when I knew I had her as much as she had me.

“Baby…” My tone was soft and still she wouldn’t open her eyes. She just kept riding. So I gave her the out she sought to give us—what we both wanted. “Mian…” Her eyes were suddenly bared to me. I drank in the sight and tasted the need in them. “Come on my dick.Please.”

“Send Anna home.”

“Come. On. My. Dick.”

“Send Anna home!”

“Damn, baby. I will. Now please—”

Her eyes were once again hidden from me when she threw back her head. I watched her body jerk and spasm as she screamed and very soon after, she sucked my own release deep inside her.

She fell on top of my chest, leaving me tied and aching to hold her closer. The gun had fallen from her hands and rested near my shoulder. It took a while but our breaths caught and the silence that followed had eventually become too loud. “Mian,” I barked. Drowsily, she lifted her head and gazed at me with sleepy eyes. “Untie me.”

She nodded and lifted her hands to the knot, easily slipping the rope through and moving to the next. Once free, she dropped her head to my chest again. I felt her body settle into sleep and her breathing evening out.

“Well played,” I whispered in her hair. I settled my arms around her and joined her.Chapter Fifty-TwoYou fucked up.

MIAN“Mercy!” I receiveda stinging slap to my thigh and corrected. “Mercy, Daddy!” My well spent, well-used body jerked for a third time after I came. I had no idea how much time had passed since my punishment started.

I really should have thought last night through.

I not only challenged Angel, but I did it with a gun after I tied him to the bed while he slept. He must have been drained because he’d slept through it until it was too late. This morning, I’d woken up to a ringing pain in my ass delivered by his palm. When I tried to turn, to protect my ass from further assault, I was held down as he delivered another blow. “Worth it,” he’d said, low and sinister.

“Wha—what?”

“Last night, while you held a gun to my face, I warned you of the consequences, and you said it would beworth it.”

Oh,God. Did I?

I was brought back to the present when I became aware of him covering my body with his. “I can’t.” My legs were spread wider. “Tired.” I felt his cock positioned at my entrance. “No more.” He entered me hard and deep.

My cry was swallowed.

He didn’t listen.

He didn’t stop.

But he did remind me, sometime during another orgasm, that we were better off enemies. Each time we get too close we nearly destroy each other.

After my orgasm stole the last of my strength I slumped against the bedsheets and pillows and didn’t fight it when my eyes closed. I heard him walk away and seconds later, the shower run.

I felt his hands sometime later through the fog of post-orgasmic sleep. I pried my eyes open just enough to see him now dressed in blue jeans. They were left open to show the mouthwatering V-shaped cut just below his hard abs. His chest was bare with the exception of the shower watering dripping from his muscles. I cursed my body for responding as he gently lifted my hips from the bed and spread my knees apart. My heart pounded against my chest that remained flush against the mattress while my sex was already preparing for him. I was too sore to take him again, but it didn’t mean anything when I saw he was still impressively hard.

His fingertips grazed up from my knee and I held my breath as I waited for him to touch me. “Are you sore?” he asked when his fingers stopped an inch away. I quickly shook my head. Seeing his erection must have short-circuited my brain. I heard him chuckle, which meant he knew I was lying, but then it didn’t matter when his fingers moved. This time he didn’t stop. The shock of his first touch kept me in place, but then the continuous caress of his fingers as he toyed with my pussy made me come alive. My clit pulsed against his fingers as they circled gently. I thought I would come. I needed to come. “So, you can you walk then?”