^“Get in.”

A limo had pulled up at the curbside, and Logan yanked open the door. Almost before the gap was big enough to squeeze through, he pushed her forward. Off balance, she all but tumbled into the back of the vehicle, closely followed by Logan’s big, hard body.

Before she could hit the floor, though, he had her. Lifting her, he dropped into the back seat with her in his lap. Then his hand was in her hair and his lips covered hers.

The kiss was long, hard and utterly ruthless. Wrapped in his arms, he held her easily, his fingers cradling the back of her head as he tilted her neck and deepened the embrace with a sweep of his tongue. Anger vibrated from him still and she clung to him, trying to work out why that turned her on so much.

She didn’t fight. She simply parted her lips and let him thrust deep inside. She gave what he demanded and wrapped herself around him to ease the tension surging between them. She tried to soften the hard edges of his anger with her softer body. He pulled back, lip curling as he growled against hers.

“You wanted me to treat you like a whore, then I will. And you’re going to like it, aren’t you, kitten?”

She shivered at his words, holding still as he slid the hand in her hair down her neck, gripping the front for a moment before sliding down to the front of her shirt. His fingers were more dexterous than she’d expected, working each button loose until her shirt was open to the waist.

With a soft growl, he slid his hand beneath the fabric to fondle her breasts. A moan whispered free before she could stop herself, and her back arched as if to present the full mounds to him.

Sliding the hand on her back up to tangle in her hair, he pulled her head back to kiss along her neck. Strong fingers slid into the cups of her bra, pulling them down and out of the way under the full curve of her breasts, exposing her nipples to the cooler air and his fingers. She stiffened, casting a glance to the windows, only to realize they were blacked out.

“Whores earn their keep,” he whispered in her ear, rubbing her nipples with callused fingertips. “On your knees.”

Her breathing caught as he lifted her off his lap and sat back, arms spread across the top of the seat. She sank to the carpeted floor between his spread thighs and looked up at him.

“Touch me,” he ordered, his expression unreadable.

Heat simmered through her veins as she lifted her hands to cover herself.

“No.” He gave a warning growl. “Leave it. I want to see you. See what I own.”

Oh, lady moon.

Swallowing, she ignored the flush on her cheeks to slide her hands up his thighs. The heavy muscles twitched at her touch, but her focus wasn’t on them. It was on the fabric tented at his groin. Unlike his sweatpants, the fine fabric didn’t stretch, and gave her a perfect view of his cock outlined beneath. His very hard…very large…cock.

Need hummed through her, settling between her thighs as her clit ached. Her pussy clenched and heat dampened her panties. She wanted him, in the worst possible way. Every way and any way he wanted.

Fingers shaking she reached up to undo the buttons on his shirt, spreading the fabric to reveal the solid muscles of his chest and rippled abs to her heated gaze. Her fingertips grazed his skin on the way down toward his belt, making his abs clench. Realization hit her and she caught the smile before it could spread over her lips. He might be all growly and demanding, but she had the real power here.

With swift movements, she made short work of his belt, the slide of leather through the loops a sensual sound in the silence of the car. Flicking a glance up through her bangs, she found him watching her, his gaze intent and golden. Another shiver hit her. It was the look of a predator watching for the right moment to pounce.

Okay… she dragged in a shuddering breath. Maybe she wasn’t in charge as much as she’d though, just for now. She’d take that. Hooking a finger under the button of his fly, she popped it and grasped the tab just below. Almost before she’d pulled the zipper down, his cock sprang free, slapping against his toned stomach in a rigid arc that proclaimed his masculinity and virility.

“Suck it,” he ordered, his tone harsh.

Rising onto her knees, she spread her hands over his thighs, tensing her fingers so her nails gave just a little bite through the fabric, and leaned forward. Exhaling, she let her breath whisper over his cock. It jerked upward, brushing against her lips for a second. She didn’t waste the opportunity and flicked her tongue out in a feather-light caress. The taste of him—all musk and spice—exploded on her tongue and she moaned.

Angling her head, she parted her lips and wrapped them around the wide tip. Her jaw was going to ache but she didn’t care. She needed to taste him, explore him, and not because he’d told her to. She wanted to. Wanted everything about this man—bargain or no bargain.

He was hers.

“That’s it, take it all.”

Logan’s voice was rough with his lion, tight with control as she slid him deeper. He was thick and long, so she couldn’t take him all but she tried her best. He groaned, his clenched knuckles white on the back of the seat as though to hold him in place. Cock swelling in her mouth, his hips rocked up toward her when she pulled back, sucking all the way. Reaching the tip, she swirled her tongue around the ridge at the top before sinking back down on the turgid length.

“Fucking witch,” he growled, reaching out to bury his hand in her short hair again. He didn’t direct her movements as she expected, just held on as she slid her lips down his dick again. This time at the top, she flickered her tongue against the sensitive head, making him swear and buck against her. After that, it was game on as she used every trick up her sleeve to make him lose control and come.

His cock jerked and pulsed but he kept control. He watched her with blue-gold eyes, lips parted to reveal gritted teeth as his breath came in a combination of a purr and a growl…as though he couldn’t decide whether to stay where he was or pounce on her. She didn’t make any sudden movements, just in case, but she couldn’t resist tipping her head back to catch his gaze as she licked from root to tip.

“Fuck it!” The snarl burst from him and he moved like lightning.

She squeaked, the sound startled from her as he lifted her bodily from the floor of the limo and pulled her into his lap. Legs either side of his hips and his mouth hovering millimeters from her erect nipple, she held her breath in anticipation.

His tongue flicked out, and he rasped against her sensitive flesh. Once. Twice. Then he pulled the beaded nub into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth. He sucked and she keened, a bolt of need and heat connecting her nipple and clit.

“You’re going to ride my cock,” he said against her breast, nipping the soft flesh lightly. The pleasure-pain made her gasp, the sound followed by another as he shoved her tight skirt up around her waist. No sooner had she registered the cooler wash of air over her ass than he’d wrapped strong fingers in both sides of her panties, and with a savage jerk, ripped them clean away.

“Panties,” he growled. “Bad girl. Now you get punished.”

“Oh! Ohhh!” Her moan softened as he rocked his hips, his thick cock sliding against the groove of her pussy lips. She was already wet, her slickness easing his path.

“You like being told what to do, don’t you, kitten?” he purred, hands on her hips to lift her up slightly. The next second the broad head of his cock fit against the entrance to her body. She nodded mutely, unable to think of the right words. Not with him right there. Not when her entire body ached for him to take her. Hard and fast. Now.

“Good.” His lips sought hers, firm and commanding. The grip of his hands changed from lifting to pushing her down as, inch by inch, he impaled her on his thick cock.

Her breath caught at his penetration. Each and every time his size took her by surprise and she worried she wouldn’t be able to take it all. Then her body took over, reveling in the feeling of him pressing into her, forcing her pussy to stretch around him. He rocked his hips against hers, working his way into her bit by bit until he was buried so deeply inside her that she wasn’t sure they could ever be parted.

He paused, looking up at her, and his cock throbbed within her. Leaning back with his hands still on her hips, his thumbs stroked the sensitive flesh inside her hip bones.

“Ride my cock,” he ordered, expression tight. “I want to see you work for it.”

Anger and lust flared, wrapping around each other. For a moment the urge to slap him across the face filled her, but then he rocked his hips, pressing up so her clit was caught between them. The jolt made her gasp and then whimper as pleasure rolled through her and she began to move.

Hands spread over his broad chest for balance, she rocked against him. She discovered nerve endings she didn’t know she had as she lifted up off his hard length, only to let go and impale herself again. And again. Harder and faster until her breath came in pants and his head fell back against the headrest, lines of tension and control written into his expression.

“Fuck, kitten, that’s hot.”

His eyes were molten blue, the barest hint of gold as he watched her move over him. Gaze riveted on the place their bodies joined, he licked his lips. The expression was so damn sexy, she clenched her hands, nails digging into the skin of his chest. He gasped, head jerking back as she did, and she smiled.

“Fair’s fair. You’ve been teasing me.”

A wicked expression crossed his features and he reached between them. His thumb found her clit and rubbed in hard little circles she couldn’t escape. He suddenly took over, thrusting upward harder and faster as his touch drove her hurtling toward madness.

She gasped, going from being in control to clinging to him desperately. Even though he was beneath her in a submissive position, he was anything but. Hand and arm sliding around her back, he gripped her neck to pull her down onto him. He slammed his cock home into her pussy as though trying to brand her.

“You’ll feel me for months,” he promised, pulling her down to claim her lips in a hard kiss. “You’ll never fuck another man without thinking about me. About the way you writhed on my cock as you rode me hard.”

The words and his thumb against her broke the back of her control. Heat welled up in an unstoppable conflagration, bursting through her system like a tidal wave. Her body clenched, pussy clutching his cock hard and she cried out as she toppled over the edge into chaotic bliss.

He growled, tongue driving into her mouth and his thrusts sped up. They were hard, almost brutal, as he used her body to chase his own release. Each one sent more waves of need and heat cascading through her body until she was drowning in an inferno of desire and pleasure. All she could do was wrap herself around him, pressed to his hard body as he powered up into her.

Then he thrust one last time and stiffened, the chords in his neck standing out as he growled his release. His cock jerked and pulsed within her, bathing her inner walls with his white-hot seed. She moaned, kissing his neck as he held her tightly. Their hearts raced in unison, slowing as they came down from the high together.

Idly, his fingers stroked through the short hairs at her nape as she lay across his chest. Silence reigned between them until he moved his hand to the side and pressed a button on the console by the door. The car moved off almost silently.

Oh shit, the driver had been there all along. Heat burned her cheeks as she buried her face against Logan’s neck.

This proved it. She was the king’s property after all…

And she wouldn’t have it any other way.