Rush (Breathless #1)(48)

Her entire ass was on fire, but the burn was beautiful. Intensely pleasurable. Never before had she experienced anything like it. She was so close to orgasm, and she would have never dreamed that she could achieve release with a mere spanking. Or that she would actually revel in the experience.

“Be still and don’t you dare come,” Gabe warned. “You have two more, and if you orgasm, I’ll damn well make sure you don’t enjoy the next spanking nearly as much.”

Sucking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes and made her entire body go tense, staving off the orgasm that threatened to swallow her whole.

“Nineteen,” she said, so breathless it came out as a whisper.

“Louder,” he demanded.

“Twenty!”

Oh God, it was over. She sagged onto the bed, her entire body heaving with exertion, from the pressure of holding her breath and working desperately not to come. Her pu**y was on fire. It was as if he’d spanked her there, as if she’d felt every single swat to her clit. It pulsed and tightened and she knew if he were to so much as breathe on it, she would go off like a rocket.

And it pissed her off. Her lack of control. The fact that he’d made her love something she should find abhorrent.

He let her lie there a moment, until her breathing calmed and she didn’t lurk so close to the edge of release. Then he gently lifted her and rolled her to her back. He came with her, looming over her as he yanked at his fly and at his clothing.

His mouth found her br**sts, tugging with his lips, sucking as he wrestled with his clothing. When his shirt came off, she expected him to spread her and f**k her hard, but instead he levered himself off the bed and then took hold of her legs, pulling her to the edge of the bed.

He spread her legs, positioned his c**k at her entrance and stared down at her with intense, glittering eyes. “Enjoy your spanking, Mia?”

“Fuck you,” she said rudely, still pissed over her reaction. He unsettled her. He made her question everything about herself, and she didn’t like that feeling one bit.

His jaw tightened at the blatant disrespect in her voice. “No, Mia darling. That’s f**k you.”

He pushed in deep with one forceful shove. She gasped and arched her back, her hands balling into tight fists, clenching the covers with her fingers.

“Thank me for spanking you,” he said.

“Go to hell.”

He withdrew, pulling out until just the head of his c**k rimmed her entrance, stretching and teasing.

“Wrong answer,” he purred. “Say thank you and make it pretty.”

“Just do it. Finish it,” she said, her desperation mounting. She didn’t want to be this weak, begging person, but she was perilously close to losing any semblance of pride when it came to him.

He kissed her. But it was a punishing kiss, meant solely to remind her that she was nowhere near in charge. And still, it made her that much hungrier for him. Her need was all consuming. She was crazy with it.

“You forget who calls the shots here, Mia darling,” he murmured as he grazed her jawline. “I own you. Which means it doesn’t matter what you want. Only what I want.”

Her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed. “Oh bullshit, Gabe.”

He withdrew slowly, dragging his c**k through the swollen flesh of her pu**y. “I have a contract that says I do,” he said silkily. He drove deep again, shocking her with the force and speed of his possession.

“I could tear up that contract at any time,” she said crossly. She was tempted to do so now, just to piss him off as much as she was pissed off. But it wasn’t what she wanted, and they both knew it.

He went still, his body tense over hers, his lips halting on its path down her neck where they’d eventually slide over her br**sts. Her ni**les hardened in anticipation and she arched upward in a silent plea. She wanted his mouth on her. She was so on the edge. So ready. And so very pissed off.

“Yes, you could,” he said lazily. “Is that what you want, Mia? You want to tear up the contract and walk away right now? Or do you want me to f**k you?”

Damn it but the man made her crazy. He knew damn well what she wanted, but he was going to make her say it. He was going to make her beg.

His gaze grew more piercing. He thrust hard and held himself still within her. She pulsed and twitched around his cock, a silent plea for him to continue. But he remained still, waiting.

“Say it, Mia.”

She was near tears of frustration. She was so close. So on the edge. She couldn’t even remain still, so hyperaware was her body.

“Thank you,” she muttered.

“Thank you for what?” he prompted.

“Thank you for spanking me!”

He chuckled. “Now tell me what you want.”

“I want you to f**k me, damn it!”

“Say please,” he said, a smirk toying at his mouth.

“Please, Gabe,” she said huskily, hating the desperation in her voice. “Please f**k me. End this please.”

“Good things happen when you obey me. Remember that, Mia. Remember that the next time you think to take off without so much as a word to me.”

He leaned over, threading his hands through her hair. He gripped her head, then let his hands slide down to her shoulders where he dragged her back to meet his forceful thrusts. He pounded into her, setting a relentless pace that blinded her to everything else but him, his c**k driving in and out of her.