While he gawked, she started at her stomach and ran her hands up over her ribs. Finally, she settled them on her tits.

Jig’s chest rose and fell, and his hands returned to her thighs, squeezing hard. With a grin she hoped was as sexy as it felt, she pinched her nipples and arched her back, letting a moan out.

“Christ, Iz, you are the sexiest fucking thing.”

She winked as she played with her nipples. Each tug and pinch sent shocks straight to her clit. “I hear I’m not your usual type with my dark hair, height, and run-a-way mouth. Your cock seems to like what I’ve got to offer, though.”

His eyes narrowed. Was she crazy for baiting an already pissed-off man? One who had warned her it’d be hard and rough if he gave it to her?

Yeah, crazy, but oh-so good.

“Come on, Jig,” she said. “Do your worst.” She moaned again and rubbed her heated pussy against his hard-as-stone cock.

He sprung to his feet and rushed to Zach’s office. Izzy’s heart sank. She’d pushed too far. Just as she was about to reach for her shirt, he reappeared, foil packet in hand.

He stalked over and stood between her spread legs, looming over her. And the look on his face.

Holy shit. The animal had been let loose.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

JIG STARED DOWN at the sensual, willing woman spread out on the mat waiting for him to take her. She still toyed with her nipples, and the attention was working because she writhed against the mat.

As she pleasured herself and stared at him, he toed off his shoes, stripped out of his shirt, then lost his shorts and boxer briefs in one quick yank. Izzy’s eyes widened, and her hands fell from her plump tits.

“Jesus, Jig, that’s some heavy artillery you’re packing there.” Pushing up onto her elbows, she licked her lips, and he groaned. With a firm touch, he wrapped a hand around his shaft and stroked, giving a twist over the tip.

She cocked her head. “You gonna share or am I just here for a show?”

“Oh, I’m gonna give it to you. When I’m ready.” When a drop of precum beaded at the tip, he swiped it away with his thumb.

“Looks like you’re ready to me.” Izzy’s voice had lowered to a rasping, almost whisper that had his cock leaking even more. She wanted this. Maybe as much as he did.

“Lie back down.”

She did.

“Bend your knees. Spread further.”

She did.

“Hands over your head.”

That one had her hesitating, but to his surprise, she did it. He kept waiting for her to tell him to fuck off and start barking orders of her own, but it seemed like she was playing this his way. She was right about two things. She was not his typical lay. And if anyone could take what he had to dish out, he had a feeling it was her.

Never had he hurt a woman, but he rage-fucked, to steal her phrase. It was the truth. Rough, raw, intense, punishing. And most women, at least the delicate little flowers he fucked, couldn’t handle him and never came back for more. He heard the gossip, how all his brothers assumed he was punishing his dead wife for leaving him. And maybe there was some truth to that, but it also ensured they’d never want more from him. No hearts, flowers, or I love yous.

Nothing but down and dirty fucking.

Kneeling between Izzy’s legs, he shoved her knees wider to accommodate his bulk. Then he planted his hands next to her head and hovered inches above her face. “Give me that smart mouth that likes to bust my balls so much.”

She flaunted a sassy grin and tilted her chin up. Bracing on one hand, he grabbed her jaw with the other. Just before his mouth descended, he saw a quick flash of uncertainty in her eyes, and he fucking loved it. Call him sick, but it’s exactly what he wanted from her. He wanted to take everything she had to give and, even more, wanted her to give it willingly despite her unease. He wanted to conquer her. To get this strong as hell woman to submit to his every desire.

His mouth crushed hers. No soft lead-in, but a hard, bruising clash of lips that claimed her. She gave as good as she got, eating at his mouth and making his cock leak even more. God damn, even when he had her at his mercy, she had control over him. She was just that sexy.

Her tongue explored his mouth with bold, confident strokes, and he swore he could feel each one swiping over his dick. In the very near future, he had to get that tongue on him. It was bound to shoot his head straight off his body. He captured her lower lip between his teeth and tugged, loving the gasp that escaped her.

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