The Banker (Banker 1)

He went still as he kept his entire length inside me. With my legs still pinned back and his eyes glued to mine, he wore the same look of arousal he started with, but now it was accompanied by a hint of torture. “You better not be done. I haven’t even gotten started yet.”

Orgasms later and early in the morning, I lay in bed beside him, listening to his deep, even breathing. He was fast asleep, fully satisfied after making me come for him so many times.

I opened my eyes and spotted the time on the clock.

It was six in the morning.

That was the greatest night of sex I’d ever had, and I could easily lie there forever and just enjoy it. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so well pleased. No man had ever stepped up to the plate and hit a home run like that. Cato Marino wasn’t just the most successful banker in the world—but he was the most successful lover.

I’d enjoyed screwing a criminal mastermind who murdered someone in his driveway, and the sex was so good I forgot just how much danger I was in. My task was to manipulate him and somehow isolate him from the herd of his security detail, but that operation seemed impossible. Last night, the sex was amazing for me, but it was probably average for him. It didn’t matter how wet or eager I was, his threesomes and wild nights would always triumph over anything I could offer.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

Maybe I should give up while I still had the chance.

I pulled back the sheets and carefully slid to the edge of the bed. My plan was to slip out before he woke up. Maybe he didn’t even expect me to spend the night in the first place. He probably would have kicked me out if he wanted me gone, but maybe he’d been too tired. I grabbed my dress from the floor and started to put it on.

“Did I say you could leave?” His masculine voice filled the bedroom, not raspy like it should have been since he’d been sleeping for hours. He didn’t move from his position in bed, the sheets bunched around his waist.

My attitude fired up at the insinuation. “No. But I didn’t ask.” This man might be incredible between the sheets, but he was still an asshole at the end of the day. That big beautiful dick wouldn’t change that.

“Get back here.” He didn’t open his eyes, as if he just expected me to listen.

I wasn’t the kind of woman to listen. Not now and not ever. I zipped the dress.

He sprang out of bed quickly and came right toward me, over 200 pounds of hostile muscle. It was dark in his bedroom because all the curtains were closed, but he didn’t struggle to find me at the foot of his bed. He snatched me by the back of the hair and threw me onto the bed, my face hitting the sheets and my ass rising in the air. His hand gripped the back of my neck, and he pinned me down with his weight. “Lesson learned. Never make me ask you twice.” He grabbed a condom from his nightstand, rolled it on, and then he fucked me like an animal, keeping my face pressed against his sheets while his enormous dick slammed into me over and over.

My initial impulse was to fight him, but once that cock stretched me wide, I did nothing in retaliation—except enjoy it.

He grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them against my back as he kept his hold on my neck. His thrusts were deep and hard, not sensual and gentle like they were last night. He seemed more angry than lustful, like my disobedience infuriated him and turned him on at the same time.

“Fuck you, asshole.” I bit my lip as my face pressed into the mattress, feeling that perfect cock hit me in the right spot over and over. I despised him as a human being, but I loved being taken like this, screwed in a way I’d never been before.

“I am fucking you, baby.” He gripped the back of my hair and forced me up, arching my back and treating me like a horse being controlled by reins. “And I will fuck you as long as I want.” His hand moved to my neck, and he squeezed me hard as he slammed into me, his grip almost choking me.

I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip, feeling my body betray me instantly. He hadn’t been inside me for long, and I wasn’t even aroused before he threw himself at me. Now my cunt was soaking wet, and it was tightening on him with every passing second.

“So fucking tight.” He leaned over me and pressed his chest against my back, his lips near my ear. “Come, baby. I know you want to.”