That same night, Victor had his little hellcat up against the bedroom wall, his body pressed tight against her. The more she fought him, the harder his cock got, and that was just the way he liked it.

“Baby, what the fuck were you doing buying him a two-thousand-dollar pen when you weren’t even fucking him?” It didn’t help matters when she burst out laughing.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, huh? Let’s see how funny you think this is.” He unbuckled his belt and jerked it through the loops. He had the length of leather fastened tight around her wrists before she realized what he was doing. He gripped the leather like a handle and pulled her into the closet while she twisted and writhed against his hold, trying to avoid the inevitable.

He looped the belt over a hook attached to the ornate ceiling fixture that was intended for Valentina’s personal stylist to use to display her daily wardrobe choices. He had a far more enjoyable display in mind for it though.

“You know perfectly well I never fucked him,” she fumed. “I gave him the pen as a thank you gift. He did a lot for me.”

He grabbed her chin, squeezing as he turned her face toward him. “The first thing you need to understand is that he did NOTHING for you. You hear me?” he snarled. “That was all me. What do I get? Do I get a thank you gift?”

She stilled at his words. His heavy-lidded gaze stayed trained on her, never wavering, as if she were prey that would flee if given the chance. He stepped in closer to her and let his hands roam over her body, greedily exploring every glorious line and curve. He loosened the sash that held her wrap dress closed, smiling smugly as the fabric drifted apart to reveal yet another barely-there set of Agent Provocateur lingerie.

With a sharp tug he brought her bra cups down, the underwire causing her breasts to jut out toward his waiting mouth. He feasted on her velvety skin, sucking the taut nipples into his mouth, one after the other.

“What do I get for a present?” His voice was a hoarse, threatening whisper as he tugged at a nipple with his teeth. His fingertips trailed up her inner thigh to trace the outline of her pussy lips through the fabric of her G-string. He tugged the lace aside and dropped to his knees. He pressed his thumbs to her folds and opened her to reveal the sensitive pearl that glistened there, begging for his attention. His warm breath drifted over her just before the first swipe of his tongue sent her mind reeling. He devoured her pussy like a starving man as he caressed the soft flesh of her inner thighs.

Valentina moaned as that unmistakable, delicious quiver started deep within her, and arched into his mouth as it spread. As the orgasm detonated deep within her, she surrendered to the mind-bending pleasure that rippled along her extremities and curled her toes, leaving her boneless and spent.

The rustling of fabric stirred her senses back to reality as Victor stood to unfasten his pants, lowering them just enough to free his erection. He stepped back to admire her, his feet wide apart as he stroked his length and imagined how good it was going to feel to be buried inside her again. There was really nothing better in this world. Each time he took her, it was so much hotter than anything he’d come up with in his dirtiest fantasies.

“You want it hard, baby? Or slow? Just tell me how to give it to you and it’s yours.”

“I…want it hard,” she moaned faintly.

“Yeah, you like it fucking rough, don’t you? Just like I do.” He clasped her between her legs, rubbing his palm against the sensitive, slick flesh. “I love how you fight me, how you always make me fucking earn it. But you can’t hide how much you crave my touch. Oh, fucking hell, you are so wet.”

Valentina’s head lolled to the side, giving in to the pleasure of his touch. He buried his nose in her hair, whispering seductively, “I broke his fucking pen the same way I’m going to break his fucking neck if he ever comes near you again.”

She couldn’t remember a time when she had been so aroused. She felt like she might come if he so much as breathed on her. She was being worshipped by a man who would kill to keep her and she had never been so turned on.

He brought her right to the brink of coming all over his hand, only to abruptly stop. “Oh, no, baby. This time you’ll come with my cock buried balls deep inside you. I want you looking me dead in the eye when I fuck this pussy.”

He rubbed the tip of his cock against her entrance, teasing her with barely-there penetration that had her body twisting toward him for deeper contact. “Who gives it to you the way you want it? The way you need to get it?”

“You do, you bastard. Stop teasing me” She writhed against him to no avail as he stepped away to kick his shoes off and shed his clothes. Furious at the delay, she twisted and kicked at him, inadvertently giving him easy access to her legs. He laughed deviously as he moved her back and forth as if she were on a swing. With a hand wrapped around each of her ankles, he tugged her close to him and wrapped her legs around his waist. She clamped her ankles together at his back as she welcomed the powerful, smooth thrust of his cock into her aching depths.

He was thrusting so hard and deep that it took her breath away. She needed this man’s possession like she needed her next breath. He swiveled his hips against her clit repeatedly, urgently, the broad head of his cock stroking her inner walls at just the right angle. The combination was more than she could bear. Chanting his name over and over with each shaky breath she took, she climaxed so hard that the edges of her vision began to blur.

“Don’t you ever give another man anything. Ever. Not unless you want to watch him die. Do you understand?!” He pounded into her with renewed vigor, his hands gripping her ass as he moved her up and down his length, yanking her down onto his shaft so hard that she could swear her teeth rattled. He was scaring the shit out of her…and it was hotter than hell.

“Again,” he bit out through clenched teeth.

“No, Victor, I can’t, it’s too much,” she wailed as she frantically shook her head.

“You can and you will. Come on my cock one more time. That’s it, baby, I want to feel it,” he groaned as he felt her bear down and clench his cock like a fist. “Fucking come with me, come with me into the darkness. I’ll make it so good…”

As he chased his own release, all she could think was that his clever tongue and big, gorgeous cock were ruining her.

She’d never make it easy for him, but she was starting to think that maybe she really had no choice but to stay with him because he wasn’t just with her now. He was in her, in every possible way.