Stolen By The Boss

She smiles. “Has it really been that agonizing?”

“Like fucking torture.”

She kisses me, breaking the kiss to say, “Same for me.”

I push inside her, feeling her heat grip my dick. I move, pushing and thrusting deeper and deeper as she spreads her legs and wraps them around my back.

I kiss down her neck, pumping inside her.

“God, you’re so big,” she moans out.

“You feel so fucking good, Sophia. So good.” I keep screwing her, grabbing a handful of her ass with one hand. It opens her up and I slide in even deeper.

“Don’t stop.” She rakes her nails down my back.

“Keep doing that, harder until there’s blood,” I say.

She grips my skin, digging her razor-sharp nails into my back, and it urges me on even more. She smiles and does it again. “My man likes it rough, huh?”

I bite at her bottom lip, tugging it between my teeth. “Fuck yeah, I do.”

She claws at my back as I go to town on her pussy, working her over and over until her screams deafen my ears. She’s definitely coming, and she screams through her release, moving her little body perfectly with mine.

I rise from her pussy and slam into her a few more times, kissing her neck as my orgasm hits me like a charging bull.

“Fuck, Sophia,” I breathe out, gasping for air. I roll onto my back as she lays there trying to catch her breath as well.

“That was amazing.”

I prop up onto my elbow to stare down at her. “Even though the clubs turn me on when I touch you, I really didn’t like seeing Eddie’s hands on you. I don’t want you running off to try anything on your own again, ok? Eddie gives me the creeps.”

“Ok,” she agrees.

I head into the bathroom and heat a towel with warm water and bring it out to clean her up. She thanks me and lies back down.

I trace my fingers over her body, over her flawless skin. “I’ll take care of you, Sophia.”

She stares into my eyes, with what I’m hoping is trust swimming in hers. “I know you will, Dean.”

Chapter 19

Sophia

* * *

Lying here in Dean Maddox’s bed is different. It’s like I’m an alien life force, trying to learn something new. Yes, I’ve had sex before, but never like this. Never with someone I’ve had such an insane connection with.

Is it weird that I’d find the one man who likes it rough when I like it rough too? And Dean wasn’t rough with me, actually. He was quite gentle, for the most part. But clawing at his back, fighting him as we fucked, was fun for me. It was hot.

I really want to do it again. And then, again.

“So, tell me about these tattoos,” I say, winding my finger around his arm, tracing along the lines of a wolf on his forearm.

“Well, this one I got when I was younger.” He points to the wolf with gray eyes on his forearm, staring back at me. “Xavier and I were carefree, and we’d just left home and got some shit job at a restaurant. I wanted something to symbolize how I was going to go into my life. I was born a little cub, not really knowing my place in the world. I wanted to remind myself that I only needed my wolf pack, which at the time was just Xavier and I.”

“I like that.” I trace over the number twenty-six on his arm. “What about this one?”

“It’s how many people I’ve killed.”

I widen my eyes at his deadpan tone. “Really?”

He laughs. “No, it was some silly baseball number from high school. It was my first tattoo before I left high school.”

I sit up a little. “I thought you had to be eighteen to get a tattoo.”

He cracks a sexy smirk. “Yeah, I lied.”

“Which one’s your favorite?”

He points to his hand, pointing out the compass on the back of his right hand. “This one.”

“So you never lose your way in the world?”

He stares at me. “Yes, exactly. It’s leading me to where I need to be.”

I love that. “Where’s it leading you to right now?”

He holds up his right hand, over my chest. “Right here.”

My heart swells, and he leans over to claim my lips. “I’ve never met anyone like you before,” I tell him.

“I feel the exact same way.” He spreads my legs, entering me with a powerful thrust.

He moves inside me, making me come alive with each push of his dick. He controls me with his body, making mine pliant to his touch.

There’s no talk about the future. There are no promises made. There’s nothing but right here and right now. I don’t make any grand declarations. He doesn’t say anything more either. We just lie here together, taking pleasure from one another. Making the best out of a fucked up situation.