Bred by the Bully (Breeding Season 8)

“Oh?”

“I looked you up. Found out about your brother. I know it was wrong, but the only good thing I could remember in my life was you, Mira.”

“Now you own me. What next? Men like you are never satisfied.”

“What I really want, I can’t buy.”

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Your love. I used your brother to get you to sign my contract because without it, you’d never be here.”

“You’re right, I wouldn’t be.”

He’d had enough talking. Keeping things bottled up had always worked best for him, pushing him to succeed.

They made their way over to the private elevators. He pushed the button for the penthouse suite.

“Since we’re sharing, I guess you should know something about me.”

The elevator dinged and they stepped out onto his floor. There were only four units on the penthouse level. He unlocked his condo and held open the door for her.

“When are you going to tell me?”

She stepped inside his expansive foyer, looking around in awe. Then she stopped to face him. “You didn’t do your research very well. If you were looking for a baby-making machine, you probably should have chosen another woman. I know I’m thirty, but I don’t have much experience when it comes to sex.”

“That’s normal.”

“No, I mean no experience. I’m a virgin, Drake.”

Chapter Three

Drake slammed her up against the closed door, grabbing her hands and pressing them above her head. Anyone else would have been scared, not her. Mira stared into his brown eyes, completely shocked by how dark they suddenly seemed. Every inch of his body was against hers. She felt the hard ridge of his cock against her stomach. There was no denying it.

Knowing she turned him on pleased her. This was so wrong. Sure, Drake was hot and sexy. He had that dangerous air around him, which was justified, but that didn’t mean she had to fall for him. It didn’t matter that he’d had a hard life. He’d taken it out on her, and if he’d given her the time of day, she could have given him peace back then. She’d never hated him, not in the beginning. Her feelings for him had changed with each day that he’d been mean to her, humiliated her. She hated him now, but as she felt the hardness of his body, an answering pulse awakened inside her.

“You’re lying.”

“Why would you think I’m lying?”

“I don’t believe you’ve never had a man.”

She scoffed. “You clearly don’t know me as well as you think. I’ve never been with a man. I’m a virgin. I’ve only ever shared a few kisses.”

His lips slammed down on hers. He kept both of her hands above her head, locking them together as his fingers sank into her hair while he ravished her mouth. She closed her eyes, opening her lips as he traced across hers. When she touched her tongue to his, she couldn’t hold back the moan from the simple of contact. It felt so intimate, so all-encompassing.

“No man?” he asked, panting.

“No man. I have no experience. If you’re looking for pleasure, I don’t know what to do. You’re going to want a refund.”

He groaned. “I should have paid fucking double for you.”

She tensed up. “I’m not a whore.” Then she burst out laughing. “That’s exactly what I am.” She cried out as his grip tightened around her wrists.

“Don’t call yourself that. You’re not a whore.”

“No? I’m going to be sleeping with you for money.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I’m the only man who is going to know how fucking tight and sweet your cunt is. You’re all mine. No one else will know how good you are.” He grabbed her hand, and before she knew what was happening, he pulled her through his apartment. He was too fast. She didn’t get a chance to see where he lived.

He opened a door into his bedroom. The bed was huge with four posters. There were no curtains, just wooden posters.

Drake removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

Her heart raced, but she wasn’t afraid. If anything, her traitorous body was eager for more.

He closed the distance, pressing her up against one of the posts. His hands were everywhere, touching her body. She kept her hands at her sides, not sure what to do. Could she touch him? Should she touch him? He was her enemy.

Is he?

Or you could have some fun?

Drake had taken the choice out of her hands. She was at his mercy for everything.

When his lips ravished hers, she gave herself willingly to him. His kisses were highly addictive. He pressed his hand against the front of her skirt, but it was too tight for him to properly cup her.

“Fuck!” He turned her abruptly and lowered the zipper, releasing the catch.

Her breath caught as he sank down, pushing the skirt to the floor. It pooled at her ankles, and she waited to see what he’d do. His fingers traced across her legs, sliding up until they were over the curve of her ass. He traced across the panties she wore.