“In the house,” Mack said in a low, deep voice when they arrived out on his acreage.

The sinister tone of his voice raised the hairs along the back of Lucy’s neck. She hopped out of the truck and briefly thought about making a dash for the tree-line. She’d never really seen Mack this pissed off at her. Not even when she was smashing bottles in his kitchen. Something about their progressing relationship and her need for independence was setting him on edge. She stalked toward the front door, keeping the edge of his property in her peripheral, just in case.

He opened the front door and stood waiting for her to walk through. Well crap. He was going to make it her decision. Which was just horse shit, considering he protested against every other independent decision she made. Well if this was how he wanted things to be, then he could just take her right back to the city because she was done playing house. She marched through the door, pivoted on her heels and opened her mouth to tell him so.

He caught her by the back of the hair at the same time as he booted the door shut. She tried to speak again but he tugged harder until her teeth snapped shut. Her tattoo burned something fierce when he did that. She reached back and gripped his hand, trying to ease the sting.

“Bad girls don’t get to speak unless I say,” he gritted down at her.

She gave him the nastiest look she could come up with but didn’t say anything back. Mostly because she was storing it all up for when she was standing across the room from him and had an armload of missiles. Using his grip on her hair he bent over top of her and forced her to her knees. Her eyes flared angrily, and she dug her fingernails into his wrist, understanding his intentions almost as soon as her knees hit the floor.

He took her chin in his hand and forced her to look up at him. “I’m gonna ask you some questions and you’re gonna answer when I let you, yeah?” he asked. When she just continued to glare at him, he tightened his fingers and said, “Nod if you get it, baby.”

She bared her teeth, daring him to put his dick anywhere near her mouth and nodded, giving him a feral grimace.

He gave her cheek a light slap. “Bite me and you won’t sit down for a month, baby.”

He stood over her and unzipped his jeans. Despite her fear and fury, arousal ripped through her like an inferno. She wanted this. Desperately. Maybe something was wrong with her. Maybe in their short time together Mack was conditioning her to expect sex and anger to go together. She was beginning to love his rough touches. But she also hated them, because she knew deep down that something was missing, she just didn’t know exactly what.

Though they’d made love many times over the past few days, she hadn’t seen his cock up close like this. Oh goodness, he was big! Way too big to fit all the way in her mouth. In fact, she had no idea how he’d been fitting in her vagina, because the man was hung like one of her horses back on the farm. Probably if she’d seen him this close before they started having sex there was no chance she’d’ve let him anywhere near her precious parts.

She shook her head hard and refused to open her mouth when he tapped her lips with his fully erect, overly large, veined penis. When he gripped her jaw in one hand and tried to feed her his dick with the other she snapped at him showing him exactly what would happen if he tried that again. He retaliated by hitting the floor on one knee next to her so fast she didn’t have a chance to scramble away. He hauled her over his knee.

“My piercing!” she shrieked as her belly hit his upturned knee.

He shifted her so her new piercing wasn’t pressed against him. Then he wrenched her skirt up, her leggings down and started spanking the life out of her. Not the sexy kind of spanking he’d given her when she’d discovered she liked spankings. No, this hurt like a sonofabitch. He wailed on her ass until she screamed and cried for mercy, clawing at the floor underneath his booted feet and even then, he smacked her a few more times before wrenching her back and slamming her back onto her knees.

He crouched over top of her, looking into her tear-drenched face and asked, “Feel like cooperating or should we try my belt?”

She shook her head frantically and swiped at the tears. Her ass felt like it was on fire!

He stood up and stepped back, staring down at her, his cock out and standing stiff. Apparently, he’d enjoyed disciplining her just fine. She waited a few seconds for him to take control and then realized what he wanted. She crawled toward him, reaching for his legs. He was tall she practically had to climb him to get to the goods. When she reached him, she did as Tawny suggested and wrapped a hand around the base of his penis. She looked up at him for permission. He nodded. She took the tip of him in her mouth and tasted a man’s cock for the first time in her life.

Salty. She wrinkled her nose and tried to back away at the unexpected feel of him on her tongue. She needed time to process. But of course, he wouldn’t allow it. He wrapped a fist in her hair and forced her to stay still. Her eyes flared in panic and she looked up at him begging for release. Then she made the mistake of taking her other hand off the base of his cock to brace herself against his thighs. He took advantage and pushed her mouth further down his steel-like hardness until she was nearly choking.

Drool was an apt description, she thought frantically as it pooled from her mouth and dripped down her chin. She clawed at his legs and ass, but he didn’t release her. Instead he groaned and held her still, his fingers flexing in her hair. Was he enjoying this? She wasn’t even doing anything.

“I’ll let you up if you’re a good girl and answer my question,” he said in a guttural voice.

She nodded frantically. He pulled her back by the hair. She didn’t care about the slight sting. She gasped in a lungful of air and tried to push away from him. He held her still and watched her dispassionately until she stopped struggling. She glared up at him, tears of helpless rage glittering in her eyes.

He shook his head. “Don’t give me that look, baby. You knew you were in trouble the moment you stepped foot outside that diner. Now you can tell me why you did it.”

“I’m not your baby,” she hissed venomously. “I’m not anyone’s baby. I belong to myself. I left the diner because I got off work early and didn’t want to wait.” They both knew that wasn’t what he wanted. She gripped his legs hard and said defiantly, “I left the diner because I could. Because you don’t own me, Mack.”

“Wrong,” he said and forced her forward. “Deep breath, darlin’.”

She tried to turn her face but the pressure on the back of her neck was too much. She opened her mouth and took him deep. Too deep. Within seconds she was choking and gagging on his thick cock while he fisted her hair and held her tight. This time he used her face to stroke himself. She rolled her eyes up. His head was thrown back in ecstasy. Surprisingly, the sight of his pleasure turned her on when nothing about the fucked-up situation should. In fact, she was pretty sure she should be punching him in the dick and running as fast as she could for the highway. Yet the crotch of her leggings was soaked and a large part of her was hoping this would end in a colossal orgasm for her too.

He pulled back, allowing her enough space to take several gasping breaths. “Next question,” he growled, somewhat unsteadily while she wiped drool off her chin and chest. “I get the haircut. Hell, I can even admit it looks pretty damn good. But what the fuck is up with the body modifications? A belly piercing and a fucking tat, Lucy? Why the fuck would you go and do something like that? Tattoos are permanent.” He was yelling by the time he finished speaking and Lucy was flinching in his hold.

She stared up at him while he visibly struggled to contain his rage. She’d known he would be upset, but she hadn’t thought her actions would draw out this kind of a reaction. She didn’t understand why he was so angry. She just shook her head. She opened her mouth to answer him, but nothing came out. She had no real answer that could possibly satisfy this kind of blazing anger.

Finally, she whispered, “B-because I could. Because I wanted it.” Then she sniffed back the tears, toughened herself up as much as she could under the circumstances, met his eyes and said, “Because this is my body and I can do whatever I want with it.”

“Wrong,” he snarled and shoved his cock so far down her throat she began choking immediately. Tears pooled in her eyes and spilled over. She whimpered and shoved against him, but instead of letting her up he pulled her closer, hunching over her and whispering in her ear. “Every part of you belongs to me. I’ll make sure you remember that before we’re done here.”

Just when she was sure she was going to pass out he released her. She tried to crawl backwards, away from him, but he followed her down, straddling her on the floor, trapping her. She cried out and braced herself against his chest wondering what kind of hell he was going to put her through now and why her body always reacted so quickly to him.

“Last question, Lucy,” he told her, nuzzling her ear gently, while his hands pinned her to the floor.

“Please, Mack,” she begged, her breaths coming out in sobs. “Stop!”

He ignored her plea. “Tell me why you pursued me? Why you followed me out here, why you allowed my touch?” he demanded. “Why you’ve never called in the Russians to kill my ass. We both know you could and you probably should. So why not take the only way out that’s open to you? Because I’m telling you right now, baby, that’s the only way I’m letting you go now. Over my dead body.”

She shuddered and turned her face away from him, refusing to answer. Then cried out when he flipped her over on her hands and knees. He tore the leggings and panties free from her body. She was definitely wet for him, but still unprepared when he slammed full length into her from behind. She screamed, pain and pleasure merging as he filled her completely. Her scream turned into a moan when all he did was hold her body tight against him. Then he reached for the collar of her T-shirt and tore it down the front. He yanked her bra down until her breasts spilled into his hands.

“Tell me,” he demanded again. “Why did you come after me, Lucy? Why did you start all this? You knew I was dangerous. Knew I would treat you like shit.”

She moaned again and wiggled her ass against him, loving the feel of his hard body pressed against her back. “Because,” she said breathlessly, “I wanted you. Ever since you kissed me back home all those months ago… I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I was obsessed.”

He pushed her forward until her hands slapped against the floor, gripped her hips and began fucking her hard from behind. She gritted her teeth and took the bone-jarring thrusts, accepting the pain even as her body began to vibrate with the pleasure of an impending orgasm.

“Now how… do you feel,” he growled between thrusts.

“Regret!” she told him, turning her head to glare.

“Why?” he demanded.

“Ahhh,” she squeezed her eyes shut and hung her head, her hair a wild tangle around her head. “Because I have to leave, Mack. This isn’t healthy. We’ll kill each other.”

He gripped her hair and yanked her head back, fucking her even harder if that were possible. “Never!” he snarled in her ear right before he sent her flying into an orgasm so high she shrieked from it. He joined her immediately after, gripping her shoulder and pinning her to the ground while he emptied himself deep inside her, taking his pleasure and stealing another piece of her soul as he said, “I’m never letting you go, Lucy.”