Staking His Claim (Line of Duty #5)(10)

A gasp slipped past her lips when he fell to his knees and tore the jean shorts down her legs. His shaking hands and labored breathing added a new layer to the thrill. This darkly passionate man wanted her so badly he shook. She wanted to ease the ache she knew he felt. Felt the answering ache inside herself. His pleasure was equally important as her own.

“While we were driving, your ass kept squirming around in the seat. Never f*cking stopped. Not for a minute.” She cried out when his teeth scraped over her flesh. “Someone needs to hold you still. Someone needs to give you a reason to move that ass around.”

One of Matt’s fingers slipped under the material of her thong and traced the valley of her bottom before cupping her sex from behind. A whimper broke from her throat as she pictured him crouched down with his hand between her legs, eye level with her bottom. The image, combined with his touch, made a rush of liquid gather under his massaging hand.

He pressed the heel of his hand tight against her core. “That good-girl body gets wet nice and fast, doesn’t it? Maybe you’re not such a good girl, after all.” Through her panties, he pushed his thumb against her clit and twisted it in a circle. She laid her forehead against the door, clutching the cool surface for support. “I know the best way to find out.”

“Do it,” she pleaded.

He swatted the underside of her bottom, making her cry out, eyes flying open to stare at the door but seeing nothing. Exhilaration raced across her skin, concentrated on the spot his palm had connected with her flesh. The sting had dissipated too quickly and she wanted it back. Bracing herself against the door, she tilted her backside in a silent request for more. Matt was suddenly standing behind her, flush against her back. His stubbled jaw scraped over the hypersensitive skin of her neck, big hand petting her bottom like a precious object.

“Jesus. You’re begging me for it, aren’t you?” he rasped at her ear, wrapping her hair around his fist and tugging her head back. “Beg harder.”

“More, Matt. Please.”

He obliged her broken request with another, harder spank of her bottom. She didn’t know which one of them made the strangled noise that followed. Maybe they both did. She’d grown so incredibly damp between her thighs that her legs slipped against each other when she attempted to squeeze them together. Barely conscious of her actions now, she pushed her bottom into his hands, shuddering as he slapped her again.

“Hot f*cking girl.” His palm connected with a firm strike. “Make me hard in public?”

Another strike of his hand. When he once again soothed the spot by stroking it in circles, she shook her head. “S-stop. I like it…the burn.”

His hand ceased its movement. “Is that right?”

“Yes.”

Rough hands grasped her shoulders and propelled her away from the door. Within seconds, she found herself bent over at the waist, elbows resting on the small dining table placed in the corner of the room. She knew what was coming and braced herself for it. Any second now he would spank her harder than before, no holding back. She couldn’t wait. Wanted it so bad.

A knock sounded at the door. “Pizza delivery.”

For long, torturous seconds, neither one of them moved. No sounds could be heard in the room save their harsh breathing. Oh God, he’s going to stop. No, no—

Slap.

Lucy screamed.





Chapter Four


When Sasha screamed his name, Matt slipped a little closer toward insanity. Who the hell was this girl? What was she doing to him?

He’d heard the knock on the door, knew the right thing to do would be to answer it, pay the man and end what he’d unwisely started with her. If he wasn’t careful, he’d become addicted to her. Hell, he might already be halfway there. She hadn’t shied away from him, hadn’t looked at him with fear or disgust. Only an insatiable need for more. A need that possibly even matched his own. The trust she continued to show him, not holding anything back…it had drawn the very thing out of him he’d worked for years to keep under wraps. He couldn’t control it around her. More, she didn’t want him to. Christ, she was breathtaking.

When he’d heard another man’s voice so close to her, where she’d stood naked and vulnerable, his first instinct hadn’t been to cover her up. Or put a stop to what would undoubtedly end with him buried in her sweet body. No. His instinct had been to claim her, in a way that any male in the vicinity knew who the f*ck she belonged to. It came on so powerful and swift that he couldn’t deny it or hold back. So he’d raised his hand and spanked her so hard he could still make out his handprint. He’d wanted her to scream loud enough to shake the rafters. He’d wanted everyone to hear it.

Now, though, he waited, heart beating in his throat. This is where she would scramble for her clothes, crying, shouting through her tears for him to stay away. Any second now she would shatter him. This brave, amazing girl had been willing to trust him and he’d pushed too hard. He’d let his need to touch her block everything else out.

He held his breath as Sasha tossed back her strawberry-blond curls, meeting his eyes over her shoulder. Her lips were damp and parted, eyes smoky. Magnificent. His cock swelled so huge against his belly he had to support himself with a hand on the table. “Again, Matt.”

His forehead dropped down onto her back with a groan. She can’t be real. Part of him wished like hell she hadn’t just given him permission to go further, because he’d be incapable of stopping now. This is when his appetite turned dangerous, where the last vestiges of his control went down the drain. She didn’t, couldn’t, know what she was getting into. When another more tentative knock came from the door, she worked her ass in circles on his lap, as if he needed any more encouragement to ignore the intrusion.