Because You Are Mine (Because You Are Mine #1)(90)

She couldn’t suppress a moan of pure arousal when he unzipped his trousers and shoved them and his briefs beneath his balls and his erection.

“Ian,” she groaned upon seeing his exposed cock.

“You see what I mean?” he asked, paddling her again and making air pop out of her lungs. He stroked his cock and smacked her again. She couldn’t keep her gaze off his hand moving up and down on the delineated shaft of his rigid penis. “I hadn’t planned to f*ck you, just punish you. But your sweet ass has made me change my mind.”

“Ooh,” erupted out of her throat when he paddled her ass again. Her bottom was starting to burn. She gritted her teeth when she saw him swing his arm back.

“How many more?” she asked, whimpering when he smacked her again.

“I don’t know. You’ve distracted me again,” he said grimly, landing another blow. She saw him stroke his now fully erect cock faster, wincing as he did so. He paddled her on the lower curve of her bottom again, making the flesh bounce upward with the stringent blow. He cursed hotly and tossed the paddle onto the couch, surprising her.

“My punishment is done?” she asked, put off by the abruptness of his action.

“No,” he said, walking rapidly over to the cabinet and extracting a condom. “But my cock is just about,” he said tensely. She watched in breathless anticipation as he removed his clothing hastily and came toward her, rolling the condom on his enormous erection as he did so.

“Stand up,” he said, walking up behind her.

Her clit simmered between her thighs as she did his bidding. Her bottom burned. She resisted an urge to rub it to soothe the sting.

“Hold on to the bar and bend over,” he said, his touch on her hip gentle. She followed his order. Almost as soon as she’d firmed her upper body by holding on to the bar, he parted her buttocks and drove his cock into her.

“So wet. So willing,” he grated out, staring down at her ass.

“Ahhhhh,” she moaned, her eyes springing wide at his sudden, total possession.

“I told you,” he muttered darkly, firming his hold on her hips and starting to pump in and out of her *. “You do this to me, Francesca. You have to accept the consequences. I will take you for my pleasure alone.”

She felt like he rattled her entire universe for the next several minutes as he f*cked her. She watched him in the mirror, her mouth sagging open, as he crashed into her again and again, every muscle in his beautiful body rigid, his cock a well-lubricated piston driving into her drenched * at a relentless pace.

He wasn’t concerned for her pleasure, but watching him take his own, the delicious pressure his cock built in her, the clit cream . . . it was all too much. She broke in climax, shuddering around him, moaning uncontrollably. He cursed and slapped her bottom before he firmed his grip on her, holding her ass against him as he roared in orgasm.

They remained joined like that for what felt like minutes, although she suspected later she was wrong about that. Ian was typically so careful of spilling from the condom after sex. He certainly did stroke her back, hips, and ass tenderly for what seemed like a delicious eternity, though. Their breathing slowed.

Finally he withdrew, a harsh groan ripping at his throat as he did so. He helped her to stand, turning her in his arms.

His mouth closed over hers. Francesca shut her eyelids, giving herself as fully to his kiss as she had to his lovemaking.

“Do you know what I want to do with you now?” he asked gruffly against her lips a moment later.

She licked his taste off her lips and looked up at him with a heavy-lidded gaze.

“What?” she asked throatily.

Something flashed in his blue eyes and she wondered if the flame in him hadn’t been completely extinguished. He shook his head once, as if to clear it, and grabbed her hand. They left the inner chamber, and he locked it behind him.

“Get dressed and wait for me,” he said. She watched, her expression one of mixed puzzlement at his behavior and admiration for the sight of his god-awful-sexy, taut bare ass—a sight she hadn’t been treated to as much as she would have liked. When he stepped out of the room a moment later, she was fully dressed. She stared at him in pleasant surprise.

He was wearing a pair of extremely well-fitted jeans that rode low on his lean hips, one of the tight white T-shirts he wore beneath his fencing gear, a leather jacket slung in the crook of his arm. Her breath caught at the sight of his lean, muscular body displayed to such stunning effect. She’d never grow tired of looking at him.

“What are you doing?” she asked incredulously.

“I changed my mind.”

“About what?”

“About going into work. Let’s go riding. I want to see you in action.”

Her mouth dropped open, a bark of laughter popping out of her throat. She couldn’t believe it. He was going to do something so spur-of-the-moment . . . so spontaneous? Ian?

She put on her sleek jacket, excitement mounting in her, and went to pick up her new helmet and gloves.

“You’re in for quite a ride,” she told him before striding to the door.

“You think you’re telling me something I don’t know?” she heard him say wryly from behind her, causing her grin to widen.

How was it possible for this day to have started out so dull and dreary and end up so ecstatic? she wondered as she stood across the elevator from Ian a moment later. He looked drop-dead sexy in his jeans and jacket, his helmet cradled in the crook of his arm. He noticed her stare and smiled, slow, delicious . . . a little devilish. The elevator door dinged open in the garage basement, breaking her mesmerized stare on his gorgeous mouth.