“Did I stutter?” he barked at Blake. “I said get out. You’re done.”
“Fuck this shit, man.” Blake glared at me before he bolted out the door, slamming it behind him.
I tried to find something to say to make this situation better somehow, but Huck had other plans. He was already locking the door and pulling the shade shut before he stalked toward me like a predator intent on destruction.
“What part of you belong to me don’t you fucking understand?” He slammed both his palms down on the desk behind me, caging me in with his steel frame.
I glanced up, my eyes searching his for some part of him that I recognized, but all I saw was fire. Huck was about to teach me a lesson I wouldn’t soon forget, and as terrifying as that thought might be, it also sent shivers up my spine.
“What do you expect?” I shot back. “You left me to my own devices. This is what I do best, isn’t it?”
“Don’t play that game with me,” he snarled, his fingers biting into my jaw. “My dick was inside you last night, Birdie. Your ass, your pussy, and even that goddamned mouth I want to duct tape all belong to me. Get that through your head. You’re owned.”
“Fuck you,” I spat. “I don’t belong to anyone, least of all some barbaric caveman like you.”
Before I knew what was happening, Huck had me twisted around and bent me over the desk while his steely fingers tugged at my jeans. I heard the button snap off, and then the denim scraped over my skin as he pulled them down to my knees. He didn’t waste any time jamming his fingers between my thighs, cupping my pussy as his beard scratched against my cheek.
“Tell me now this doesn’t belong to me,” he growled.
The zipper of his jeans came down, and then his belt jangled as he removed it. I didn’t know what to expect next, but when I felt the crack of leather against my ass cheeks, it sure as hell wasn’t that.
“Jesus,” I hissed. “That fucking hurt.”
“Good,” he rumbled, right before he did it again.
I tried to wiggle out of his grasp as I sucked in air, but he just pinned me down with a meaty palm in the center of my back and continued to whack my burning skin with the belt.
“You motherfucker!” I glared back at him, but his focus never moved from my ass. His eyes were liquid heat, molten with satisfaction. He liked his marks on me. He liked them so much he didn’t stop until my entire ass was red.
My head collapsed to the desk, thinking that was it. He’d leave me here with my ass on fire while he went back out in the shop to brood for the rest of the day. But that wasn’t the end. It wasn’t even close. The next thing I knew, I felt his cock nudging against me. In truth, I was soaked for him even though it didn’t make sense to me. I didn’t want him to know it, but there was little protest from my mouth when he spread me apart with his palms and buried himself deep inside me with a groan. It was feral. Possessive. And he didn’t have to tell me what he was thinking. It reverberated through me like a gunshot.
Mine.
The horror was how true it felt, even right then. Gone was the man from the night before who’d fucked me like he wanted to crawl inside my soul and never leave. Today, he was an animal, and his only intent was to take.
Insanity fueled his thrusts, his expansive frame ravaging me from the inside out. The agony that rumbled from his chest proved it wasn’t just mechanics for him. He needed this. The moment had possessed him, and it sounded like he would die without it.
When the traitorous sound of pleasure slipped from my lips, his fingers curled into my hips with a growl. He snatched the long tail of my hair and pulled, forcing me to arch my body. Heaving my tank top up, he palmed a fistful of my breast, kneading the delicate flesh as his hips battered against me. The steady rhythm punctuated his labored breathing and my heightened state of confusion and arousal.
I was so wet for him, I felt my arousal coating his cock and dripping down onto his balls. He slid in and out of me effortlessly, soaking up whatever my body offered him, but it wasn’t enough. His frustration only seemed to grow as he pinched my nipples and bit at the side of my throat, dragging his teeth across the sensitive flesh.
“Huck—” I tried to interject, desperate to see his face. I wanted to witness the pain there. I wanted him to reveal that much, but my voice only seemed to anger him.