Fine in Lingerie (Lingerie 11)

“Yes.” She breathed against my mouth, her eyes wild. “And I’m pissed.”

“Good. I love it when you’re pissed.” I carried her down the hallway and into our bedroom.

She slapped me across the face then kissed me again.

Shit, she was driving me crazy.

I dropped her on the bed and pushed off my jeans and boxers. My cock sprang free, hard the second she jumped into my arms.

She turned on her hands and knees and looked at me over her shoulder, her slick pussy staring at me too.

I didn’t bother taking off my shirt before my knees dropped and hit the mattress. My head aimed right for her opening on its own, and I slid inside her, pushing through the arousal she’d released before I walked in the door. I moved all the way inside until my balls were pressed right against her body.

I grabbed both of her wrists and pulled them from under her body, making her face shift forward and hit the sheets. Her ass moved higher in the air, and I gripped the back of her neck so I could keep her in place. My other hand pinned her wrists together against her lower back, treating her like a prisoner rather than the woman I loved. “Still pissed at me, baby?” I thrust into her hard, hitting her with deep thrusts that smacked right against her body.

She groaned as she shifted forward. “God…”

“I asked you a question.” I fucked her harder, pounding into her pussy.

She breathed against the sheets, her hair stretched out around her. “No…”

“That’s what I thought.”

Seven

Carter

Mine.

She was officially mine.

I gave her a way out to avoid this avenue. All she had to do was be a cooperative prisoner, and this wouldn’t be happening. But she carved the tracker out of her ankle, figured out the passcode to the alarm system, and attempted to steal one of my million-dollar cars.

She deserved to be punished.

My bedroom was already prepared. I had the handcuffs hooked to the headboard and the whip on the nightstand. I’d never wanted to hurt a woman so much, and now I couldn’t wait to turn her skin bright red. I wanted to douse her fire with my authority. I wanted her to scream in pain and in pleasure. I wanted this fantasy, a fantasy I never knew I had until she came along.

I dragged her back into the house and up the stairs. She fought against me the entire way, using all the muscles in her body to get herself free. She pushed against the floor and tried to throw my body into the wall, but she was no match for my size.

“Carter, you’re better than this.” She tried to twist her wrists out of my hold, but my grip was too strong. “Come on. Please—”

I squeezed her throat, stopping the words before they could pour out of her mouth. “Begging and pleading won’t do anything, sweetheart. It only makes me want you more. If you didn’t want this, you should have just gone to bed.” I dragged her down the hallway and made it into my bedroom.

She kept fighting me, bucking her hips and trying to kick me.

I pushed her onto the bed then got her wrists in the cuffs. Once the steel was closed in place, there was nowhere for her to go. I would have paused to take off her shirt, but I would be able to just pull it up over her body.

“Carter, don’t do this.” She tried to yank on the headboard, but the wood was too strong to even sway.

My shirt was already off, and my jeans hit the floor. My cock was throbbing in anguish since I’d wanted to fuck her for weeks. I hadn’t picked up another woman in that time frame, so of course, I was losing my mind. I didn’t want another woman when I could have this one instead. I dropped my boxers next.

Mia went quiet, her eyes converging on the sight of my big dick. Her eyebrows rose as she looked at it, her surprise written all over her face. It was enough to make her stop fighting, for at least a few seconds.

When I grabbed the condom from my nightstand, she started to get worked up again.

“You aren’t this guy, Carter,” she said. “I know you aren’t.”

“You don’t know me, sweetheart.” I ripped open the packet and rolled it on, my cock twitching in my hands because I was excited to have her.

“You’re better than this.”

“No.” I grabbed the whip from the nightstand. My fingers gripped the handle, excited to add more scars to the surface of her skin. Logic was long gone as desire took over. I wanted to make her cry, bring her to tears so I could watch her sob as I fucked her.

When she saw the whip in my hand, her protests only increased. “Don’t…”