“Good then you can leave,” I urged.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Get out. I don’t want you here,” I said firmly.

“I think you want much more from me than you’re willing to admit out loud,” he quipped while waving my journal and tossing it on the bed. Finally. “Come here,” he beckoned.

“No.” I braced my feet on the floor to ward off the power and the spell he wielded over me. The one that made me obey.

“You’re going to make me come get you then?”

“If you must,” I said and clutched my towel tighter around me.

“Monroe?” He called quietly, his voice was soft but the look he gave me was intense as his eyes swept my body with burning lust.

“Yes?”

“Are you sore?”

“No,” I answered, feeling my pussy clench. It was eager for what was coming and so was I, I admitted begrudgingly.

“When I get my hands on you,” he said, rising from the bed, “I’m going to fuck you hard and I’m going to make you come harder.” He shed his shirt as he took slow steps toward me. “Are you ready for me?”

“If you hate me so much, why do you want me?” I blurted. If I weren’t so focused on him I would have missed his pause and the look of uncertainty that passed in his eyes before he hid it.

“I could ask you the same thing. Besides I think it’s a little too late to question it now,” he retorted sarcastically.

I lifted my chin and backed up a step. “I don’t think you want me. I think you do it to torment me more.”

“Then I’m torturing us both,” he said before he stole my lips with his and backed me up against the wall.

When I opened up for him, he sucked on my tongue and unwrapped my towel from my body. I heard the material fall to the floor at our feet just as he pressed harder against my naked body. He was well over six feet tall and always made me feel so small compared to him. His bare chest was hot against my own skin while his hardness teased my stomach through his jeans. I couldn’t take the separation so I unbuttoned his jeans, pushed them down his hips and immediately gripped his cock in my small hand.

He dug into his jeans and fished out a condom. He pushed it into my hand and ordered me to put it on him. His look was smug as he watched my hand play around his cock. I fumbled with the condom for a minute before I finally figured it out and sheathed it around him.

“Lift your leg,” he orders, tapping my thigh. I wrapped my leg around his waist. The movement opened me up to the feeling of his cock rubbing tantalizingly against my opening. “Put me inside your pussy, baby. I need to feel you now.”

My heart fluttered, hearing him call me ‘baby’ but I knew it had to be the lust talking. Even the night Keiran seemed to lose control when our bodies came together. With one hand on his cock, I used my other to grip his ass and lead him inside my waiting cunt.

“Hold onto me,” he grunted.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, as he pressed his chest into my breasts and crowded me against the wall. I wasn’t prepared for when he pulled back and slammed into me. I let out a shocked cry of pleasure and looked up at him. His eyes were glazed over as he stared down at the place we were joined.

“You’re so deep,” I said on a shaky moan. He grimaced, pulled back and rammed his cock into me again.

“Not deep enough,” he groaned. We both seemed to lose control at the same time as his hard body rocked into me again and again, forcing passionate screams from my throat. His strokes were brutal and unyielding. His head lowered and mouth latched onto my nipple, biting and sucking. I tossed my head back and pressed up into him. He lifted my other leg around his waist while maintaining his rhythm and control over my body.

“I can feel your pussy clenching around my cock, Monroe. Do you like what I’m doing to you?”

“Yes.”

“Say it,” he growled and drove into me harder.

“I like it. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop. I’ll never stop.” He carried me over to the bed where he sat on the very edge of the bed. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist as he drove his cock up into me slowly. “Your pussy is so hot and wet.” He ground his hips into me and I felt pressure in my lower stomach.

“Yes, right there. Fuck me there,” I encouraged wildly. My inhibitions always fled once his cock was deep inside me.

“So…fucking…tight,” he gritted, pounding me harder from below.

“Please…I need to come.”

“Mmmh, but I think I'd like to make you beg a little more,” he teased.

“No,” I moaned. “Now.” I gripped his shoulders and slammed myself down on him. The night he took my virginity he made me learn how to ride him and so it came in handy now as I rode him furiously, taking over the pace and rhythm. I fucked myself on his cock while he watched me with a smug look on his face. I was doing the fucking now but I knew he still held all the control. Just as I felt my orgasm rising, I found myself face down on the mattress.

“You’re going to have to pay for that,” he said with a hard slap against my cheek. I felt his hands caress my rear and then he was on top of me, sliding inside again. His hand came under to cup my pussy where he we joined and lifted my hips into him. His other hand came around my neck to grip me.

“Now let’s get something clear between you and me,” he said in my ear as he rammed into me once, causing me to cry out. “You don’t run shit.” He lifted his chest from my back and gripped my hair in his hand. “I told you before, Monroe. You will submit to me not the other way around.”