He’s a bad boy, just like I wanted him to be. Every drop of romance he’s given me has all been an act, most likely because he thought that was what he needed to do to get me into his bed. But, hopefully, now, he understands it’s the exact opposite of what I want. I don’t want a man who does anything more than kinky sex.

But still, from the look on Brody’s face, he isn’t too happy with his friends for revealing his true self to me. He doesn’t realize that it’s a blessing, not a curse, to know the truth. But he will.

“Skye, go to your room. I’ll meet you there in five minutes,” Brody commands.

I feel the familiar knots form deep in my belly at the thought of what he wants to do with me in my bedroom. We just had sex, but I’m nowhere near satiated, and it seems he isn’t either.

I glance at his friends, silently wishing them luck, before I give in to Brody’s command and head to my suite. I have a feeling that he’s about to chew his friends out the second I leave, but I don’t care as long as he keeps his promise and is knocking on my door within five minutes. If he doesn’t keep his promise, I might have to punish him for not keeping his word.

I wait in my room for what seems like far longer than five minutes before I finally hear the rattle of his fist on the door. It’s not a patient knock. Instead, it’s an if you don’t open the door in three seconds, I’m going to knock the door down kind of knock. So, as much as I want to swing the door open and jump into his waiting arms, I also want to make him even more pissed off than I’m sure he already is. The angrier he is, the better the sex is going to be. And I want the true bad boy he’s been hiding from me to come out and play.

I make my feet drag on the tiled floor as I walk to the door in nothing but my bikini. I get to the wooden door separating us and take a deep breath as I hear him pound his fist on the door again. He’s pissed. It’s exuding off his body through the door to me. I bite my bottom lip as my lips curl up into a smile. I flip my wavy blue hair out of my face, and then I open the door with an amused smirk on my face as I look at Brody standing there with both hands grasping the doorframe. His face is dark, his nostrils are flared, and his eyes are full of rage. He looks like he doesn’t know whether he’s going to rip the door off the frame or punish me for taking so long to open the door. But I already know the answer. He’s going to punish me. Hard. And I can’t wait.

“Would you like to come in?” I ask smugly.

He drops his hands and walks into my suite, looking around at it like he wants to destroy every sparkling glass, every bottle of wine, every fancy lamp, and every piece of furniture in the room.

“Something wrong with my room?” I ask as I follow him into the bar area, which is large enough to function as a kitchen despite not having an actual stove or oven because there is no way anyone would actually cook on a vacation here.

He takes out a bottle of tequila and pours himself a drink before he turns and glares at me as he rests his back against the counter.

“Nothing’s wrong with your room. I have to remember that you didn’t pay for it.”

“Excuse me? I didn’t pay for it?”

He gulps down the entire glass of tequila. Then, he grabs the bottle and pours some more into the glass. “Nope, you didn’t. Your rich friend did.”

I asked for a bad boy. I asked him to show me no emotions. I just didn’t expect he’d turn into such an ass in a matter of seconds.

“First, I did pay for this suite. So, if your ego can’t handle dating a woman who can afford a much nicer suite than you, you can leave.”

I’ve never been so angry with a man in my life. He doesn’t get to be pissed at me for having money that I earned.

“My ego can handle you making more money than me. I just don’t believe that you do.”

I frown. Hating him. That’s all it took—one comment to make me go from begging for his body every second of every day to hating him.

“Second, you weren’t supposed to Google me. We weren’t supposed to know anything about each other.”

He snorts. “Yeah, just like you weren’t supposed to ask my friends anything about me.”

“I asked one question about you because you already found out a fact about me. I was just returning the favor, but now that I know you were Googling me behind my back, I should have asked a lot more questions. Like why you are such a complete dick.”

His lip twitches at that comment before he drinks down the rest of the tequila.

“Get out!” I say, not able to stand another second of his arrogant, chauvinistic ass.

“No.” He pours himself another drink.

“You don’t get to tell me no. I said, get the fuck out!”

He walks over to where I’m standing in the center of the kitchen, shaking from my anger. He holds the glass out to me, but I knock it onto the floor. The glass shatters as it hits the tiled floor. I don’t care about the glass though. I care about getting this prick out of my life.

“I’ll leave—after you admit what you really want, sweetheart.”

He takes a step closer, and I take a step back until my back hits the counter behind me. He grins like the bastard he is as he traps me with his arms on either side of me, his body pushing up against me.

“I want you to leave,” I say slowly, trying to squash the sparks flying around my body and lighting it up with a fire that only he has been able to start, and I have no idea how to put out the flames. I just want him gone. Then, I can get myself off in my Jacuzzi.

“No. What do you want? You said you wanted a bad boy. You wanted a man who didn’t care about you. A man who takes what he wants from you with no regard for your feelings. You said you wanted a man to make you feel alive again and to make you forget about whatever you came here to forget. But, now that I am that man, you want me to leave. What. Do. You. Want?”

I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking breathe. His eyes are bearing down on me along with his entire body. Trapping me and consuming me. My body has never wanted him more than I do right now, and I hate myself for what I’m going to say next.

“You’re right.”

He cocks his head to one side with an amused expression on his face.

“What did you just say?” he asks even though he heard me clearly the first time.

“You. Are. Right. I wanted a bad boy, a man who didn’t take care of me. A man who would play out all of my naughty fantasies in bed. Nothing more.”

He nods. “And what do you want now?”

My eyes travel down his body. Over his hard chest and rippling abs that I want to trace my tongue over until I’ve felt every hard ridge. Down to his swim trunks that barely contain his erection as it pushes in my bare stomach. I want his body. I want his indifference to me. I want him to treat me like shit, so when we go our separate ways, I will feel nothing toward him, except hatred and a longing to find another man who can fuck me like he did.

He can treat me like an ass, and I’ll do the same right back. That’s the only way this will work.

“I want you. I want you to fuck me. I want you to be your true self. An asshole. A prick. A man I will never think of again after this week, except for how his cock felt when he fucked me.”

“Done, baby,” he says as his lips claim mine.

The kiss is aggressive, carnal, full of threats about what he’s going to do with my body. It’s exactly what I want even if it feels a bit dangerous at the same time.

I kiss back, throwing everything I can into the kiss. My tongue pushes into his mouth, dancing with his, letting him know that I might want him to take control, but I won’t give up that control easily. I nip at his lip, nibbling hard.

He growls and grabs my face, forcing me to stop.

“I don’t know what happened to you to make you hate men so much, but you’re about to hate and love me so much that whatever happened in your past is nothing more than a blip on your radar.”

I suck in a breath at his admission. He can Google me all he wants, but he’ll never learn enough about my past to really know me. He can guess all he wants about what man broke my heart in the past and how, but he’ll never know the truth.

He smirks. “You want dirty?” he whispers into my ear.

“Yes,” I exhale as he kisses my ear.

“You want to be tied up and in pain?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to tell you what I whispered in your ear during the competition?”

“Yes.”

He turns his head and glances at the clock that says two minutes till one o’clock. He turns back around with a sly grin on his face.

“I said that I was going to tie you up and fuck you every hour on the hour for twenty-four hours straight. That you wouldn’t be able to sleep or eat or sit straight because all you could think about while the minutes passed between fuckings was my cock. How desperate you were for it. How you ached between your legs for me to fuck you. How your lips begged to be wrapped around my long, thick length. How your body trembled, waiting for me.”

My mouth drops as I think about it. I’ve never fucked a man more than twice in a day. I can’t imagine twenty-four times. I don’t think he can do it. That’s impossible. But I watch the clock as the seconds tick by behind him, inching closer to the next hour. We started at noon. That leaves twenty-three more times. That’s far too many and somehow also not enough. I’m not sure if a week is long enough to get Brody out of my system. But I need to try.

I watch as the clock changes to one o’clock, and Brody’s face comes alive with a darkness I haven’t seen from him before.

He spins me around before I realize what’s happening. My arms are forced together behind my back, and then I feel something slick going around my wrists as he forcefully ties them together.

“A tie?” I ask, confused about where he got it.

“Yes. I grabbed the damn thing from my room before I came here. It’s the one that Bayron pressured me into wearing last night. I’ve finally found a way to put it to good use.”

He tightens it, roughly tying it around my wrists, so tightly that there is no way I will ever be able to break free. He grabs my arm and leads me out toward the balcony that overlooks my private pool. He pushes me down until I’m kneeling in front of him before he pulls out his thick, erect cock.

“Suck,” he commands.

I want to, but I don’t want to at the same time. I want to feel his cock filling my mouth. I want to suck the pleasure out of him, but I don’t want to give him any pleasure at the same time because he’s a dick.

“Suck,” he says again as he pushes his cock at my lips.

My eyes light up in defiance, as I open my mouth to let his cock in, but I don’t plan on letting him get the pleasure that he is seeking. I barely let my lips cover his tip as I suck him, licking the pre-cum off that has settled over the tip.

He grabs my hair in his fist, and I know he is going to force my head further over his cock but not until I rake my teeth over his length hard enough that I know it isn’t entirely pleasant.

“Cunt,” he curses with a wicked grin on his face.

He likes it when I defy him. He wants me to. Just like I want him to punish me for defying him.

And then he pushes his dick so far into my throat that I can’t help but gag.

“Breathe, gorgeous,” he says before he pulls his cock back out of my mouth before slowly pushing it back in again.

This time, I’m prepared. I breathe calmly as the tears stain down my face from the pain, but the look on his face makes it all worth it. The groans leaving his throat make me want to suck him in deeper. And the pain pushes all of my real pain away, just like I thought it would. I want more and more and more of this. More pain.

He sees it in my eyes when I surrender to the pain, and instead of fighting it, I crave more. His lip twitches, and his eyes come alive when he realizes that this is actually what I want. That I’m not going to say red when he pushes his cock down my throat, I’m not going to say it when he hits me too hard on the ass, I’m not going to say it when his cock is thrusting too hard inside. Instead, I’m going to beg for more.

He grabs my arm, forcing me back onto my feet. He kisses me, tasting himself on my lips. My body aches for him every time he kisses me. My pussy aches for him, desperate to have the same cock that was filling me earlier inside me.

“Trust me, Skye,” he commands. It should be a question, but it isn’t. I realize nothing with him will ever be a question again.

He grabs my thighs and lifts me up, spreading my legs open as he sits me on the railing. I squeal as he does it. Both from the sudden movement and from being thrust up onto a railing where I could fall over the edge and die.

I glance over my shoulder. We aren’t that high up, not even a full story. I might not die if I fell, but I would definitely break something. The problem is, my hands are still tied behind my back. I can’t hold on to anything. I’m entirely under his control. My life is literally in his hands.

“Brody, no—”

But then his tongue is licking my pussy as his hands spread me wider, and I forget that I could die. At least I’d die happy. He licks me, taking in every drop of liquid that pours out of my body. His tongue dances over my clit as I make sounds that I didn’t even know my throat could make. I went from incredible pain to incredible pleasure in a second. From fear to ecstasy. And I know that, in a second, he could flip a switch and bring me right back to the pain.

“God, don’t ever stop,” I groan so loudly that I’m sure all the rooms next to us can hear me.

“God, huh? Why does he get the credit for all my hard work?”

He flicks his tongue over my clit again.

“Brody,” I cry out.

“That’s better,” he moans against my clit, causing me to shake from the electricity that he just shot through my body.

I feel my body falling backward. I tense my abs, holding myself up, an almost impossible task, even for someone as in shape as I am, while he’s doing what he’s doing to my body with his tongue.

“Brody, help,” I cry.

He stops for a second. “You’d better hold yourself up because I’m a little busy here,” he says with a wink.

“I hate you,” I cry as he tortures me again with his tongue.

“I know, but you don’t know what hate is yet.”

I try to focus on keeping my balance instead of what he’s doing to my body, which is almost impossible because he’s far too good at what he’s doing. I’m about to come, and I’m not sure how I can keep my balance and come at the same time.

He won’t let you fall, the voice in my head reminds me. He’s just teasing you.

I hope.

So, instead of focusing on staying upright, I focus on his tongue lapping over my clit. I focus on that feeling deep in my gut that keeps getting stronger.

“I’m going to…”

The second I start to come, he stops, and I come on nothing. His fingers disappear from my pussy, his tongue stops licking my clit, and my orgasm is far less exceptional than I expected. Because he fucking stopped.

His hands let go of me, and he licks my juices off of his fingers, one by one. I stare intently at him, not believing what he just did, as I forget that I’m the only one now holding me up onto the balcony.

I start falling. I try to engage my abs and my legs to keep myself from falling, but I’m not sure if I’m strong enough to hold myself up. Not anymore.

My body slips off backward, and I know my last chance is if I can hook my leg under the railing to keep me from falling to the ground below me. My leg catches at the same time that Brody’s hands grab on to my waist.

Together, we pull me back up.

“You almost let me die!” I pant and scream.

He puts his fingers over my lips, shushing me. “No, I pushed you to your limit to teach you how to live.”

I breathe hard and fast, wanting to yell at him more, but he’s right. Deep down, I loved that. I loved the thrill that anything could happen. The only part I didn’t love was not getting to experience my full orgasm because of him.

“What’s wrong, princess?” he asks with a smirk.

“You didn’t let me come.”

“I know. But you will now.”

He grabs me, shoving me face-first toward the railing with my ass in the air. His hands grab my hips, and I feel his cock pushing at my ass. He’s going to fuck me in the ass. I know it. I bite my lip to keep from begging him not to. I’ve never been fucked in the ass before, and as scary as it sounds, I want to feel it. I want to know how dirty and painful sex can be. I want to feel all of it. It’s the only way I can move on with my life.

His cock pushes at my ass as it taunts me but doesn’t actually enter me.

“You want me to fuck your ass, don’t you, Skye?” he asks, his voice sultry and full of promises that I’m not sure I’m ready for.

“Yes,” I groan, keeping my eyes closed rather than looking down at how far I could have fallen.

“Oh, I will but not yet. You aren’t ready. Your pussy, on the other hand”—his fingers dip inside me, two, three, four, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been stretched—“is very ready.” He pulls his fingers back out and immediately replaces them with his cock pushing hard into me.

“Jesus,” I growl as I’m pushed hard into the railing as he fucks me from behind, sliding in and out of me like he’s been fucking me his whole life and knows exactly what my body craves.

He thrusts, and I know that, after not coming hard enough earlier, it won’t take me long to come. And I plan on coming hard on his cock. I won’t let him take my pleasure from me again.

“You almost there?” he asks, not needing to ask the question because he already knows the answer.

I pant hard because I can’t form any words or process what he’s saying. I can’t concentrate on anything but the wave consuming me. An explosion of feelings as my orgasm starts deep in my belly and then takes over every fiber in my body.

I feel his palm on my ass as he hits me hard at the peak of my orgasm. I’ve never experienced pain like that during sex. I thought it was meant as a punishment, but when his palm touches my body, I finally understand what the pain is really meant to bring. A pleasure I’ve never felt before and a connection to the man who gives me that feeling. I let a man tie me up, hold my life in his hands, and slap my ass hard. It’s not something I would trust every man with. But, after this, I would trust Brody with any part of my body. I trust him with bringing me the best sex I’ve ever felt or ever thought I could feel.

He pulls out of me, and I feel my body falling to the floor in complete exhaustion. I love running and working out. But I have nothing left in me. I’ve never felt so exhausted after sex.

I feel his arms scooping me up and lifting me off the ground. My head falls against his chest as I close my eyes. I could easily sleep in his arms just like this if he held me. He carries me back inside and gently lays me on the bed. I wait for him to go around to my arms to untie me and then climb into bed with me. I’m sure he is just as exhausted as I am.

He leans down, and I feel his lips against my ear. “Sleep tight, baby. You have thirty-five minutes until you’ll be coming with my cock deep inside your gorgeous pussy.” He nips at my ear and then stands back up.

I glance at the clock. Thirty-five minutes. It’s not nearly enough time to rest if every time is going to be like that. But, somehow, my pussy is already aching for another fuck with him. I’ve turned into a greedy monster that can’t get enough of his body.

I watch him walk away from the slits that my eyes have become. I can’t even bring myself to open them all the way.

“Where are you going?” I whisper. Even my voice is not working properly.

He smirks as he stops, standing naked at the foot of the bed, before he grabs his trunks and pulls them back on.

“To get some new toys to torture you with to play with in thirty-three minutes,” he says, somehow always knowing exactly how much time remains without ever looking at the clock.

I swallow hard, thinking about what he could be bringing back. A whip, crop, rope, butt plug, what? I doubt that he thought to bring all those things with him when he didn’t know that he was going to find a woman who craved those things, but maybe he did. Or maybe he’s going to find a creative solution to finding new toys to play with. Whatever he does, I don’t care. I want him. The toys are just a bonus.

He’s the most exciting thing I’ve ever felt. I’ve never been so consumed with the need for sex, but now, I don’t know how I’ve lived without sex that takes over everything.

He starts walking toward the door.

“Are you going to untie me?”

He stops and turns his head to look at me, deadpan. “No.”

And then he turns and walks out the door, leaving my arms tied behind my back, as I lie in the bed, naked except for my own cum still dripping down between my legs. Damn this man. Even when he’s gone, he makes sure that all I can do is think about him. I close my eyes while I try to decide if choosing Brody over all the other men was the best or worst thing I’ve ever done in my life. It’s too soon to decide. But I do know one thing. Brody has just ruined sex for me with all other men.