Derision (The Broken Bonds 7)

With a deep breath, she rises before me, her soft skin caressing my cock as she stands. My stomach muscles flinch at the intimate contact, my hands curling into fists to keep from pulling her against me.

“I want it all.” Her gaze roams over my face, then her hand follows, her delicate fingers tracing a lingering trail from my temple to mouth. My jaw clenches. “I need you to break me and dominate me…as much as I need you to love me.”

My eyes seal shut as a terse expletive slips free, my lungs constricted. Then her gentle touch is clasping the back of my neck, bringing her warm breath to my skin, her lips kissing, exploring, timidly tasting my neck as she presses her tantalizing body against mine.

I could just as easily fall to my knees as bend her over the car. I crave to worship at her feet as badly as I need to savagely fuck her into surrender. I’ve never been tempted the way I am right now to submit my will—and when she wraps her leg around me, rubbing her wet lips over my cock, I’m a fucking doomed man.

My control slips in an instant and I grab her arms, hauling her against me with desperate force. “My love is a punishment, temptress.” Only I don’t know who I’m bound to punish more: her or me. “If you can survive that, then I’m yours.”

She gasps in a breath as I shove her against the hood and sink inside her. Her arms link around my shoulders, clinging to me as I enter her over and over, the loss of control crushing, overpowering.

“Chase,” she breathes my name, and I groan, driving deeper, unable to suppress the urge to bury myself inside her.

“Say it,” I demand, gripping her thighs and hauling her against my cock as I thrust harder. “Say I’m yours.”

“You’re mine. I want you to be mine,” she says, her eyes snapping to mine as her nails scrape across my back.

A growl releases from deep within my chest, and I capture her neck with my teeth, branding her the way she’s imprinting my black soul. We belong to each other.

She’s twisting my mind, and God help me if she ever tries to leave…if another dares to take her away…this twisted love will have no limits.

I’m so lost in Alexis, overwhelmed by this new realm of lust and love, cruel touches melding against amorous caresses, that I don’t notice a car pulling to a stop until I hear an idling engine.

Alexis tilts her head back, exposing her neck to me in the most erotic pose as she looks at the driver. I cover her body with mine, a carnal demand thrumming within me to guard my possession. And when I look up, my gaze meets the worn eyes of an older man, he and his wife wearing matching, horrified expressions.

I lower my mouth toward Alexis’s ear. “Show them you’re mine,” I say as I ram inside her, eliciting a heavy moan from her lips.

Appalled, the man speeds away from our display. I can’t help it, I laugh as Alexis squirms beneath me. “You did that on purpose,” she accuses, her eyes a fierce mix of mortification and righteous anger.

I grasp her wrists and drive them above her head, bearing down on top of her. “And you love it.” With measured, slow thrusts, I hump her mound, rocking into her as I grind the hard slab of my pelvis against her clit.

Her heated gaze shutters, her tits seeking friction as she arches beneath me, her body accepting this truth—that she’s mine to use, just as I’m hers to manipulate.

“Tell me you don’t love every dirty thing I do to you,” I challenge.

I continue to fuck her in a steady rhythm, my cock growing harder the tighter her pussy hugs me. “Oh, god…I do,” she admits. Her green eyes find mine, her mouth emitting tiny breaths as she undulates against me, seeking her release. “You fucking devastate me in the best way.”

“Fucking hell,” I hiss. Her erogenous admission slinks around me, forcing my thrusts deeper beyond my control. And when she cries out, writhing her greedy cunt against me, I come hard. Every muscle tenses as her hot pussy milks my cock.

“Sexy as hell,” I say as I collapse. My mouth claims hers, our tongues mingling in a sensual entanglement—both of us just as eager, just as desperate, to rule the other.

For the first time in my l

ife, I’m terrified. Terrified to lose as much as I am to win. Either fearful outcome means the loss of myself—but to gain all of Alexis, it’s a willing sacrifice.

13

Got You (Where I Want You)

Alexis

The elevator ride to the sixth floor has never felt so long before.

As the floor numbers slowly tick up, I fondle the skylark pendant against the hollow of my neck, the thin chain suddenly too tight, too constricting.

Pulling the collar of my dress shirt farther up, I tuck the pendant beneath, concealing it from view. It’s not that I’m ashamed—I’m not. If it’s discovered that I’m seeing one of my bosses, I won’t deny it. It’s unethical, but not criminal.

I’m already accustomed to being the outsider at work, so my coworkers’ judgment shouldn’t really affect me. Besides, becoming Chase’s submissive has given me something I’ve never had here before: an ally.