Play With Me(42)

“What!” she shrieked. “Easy?” She took two steps and stopped with only a few inches between them. “You think what happened tonight was easy? I gave you and Murphy something I never thought I’d give to anyone. Not after the shit I’ve been through.” She poked him in his chest.

He grabbed her finger and walked her backward until her butt hit the edge of the table he’d spent the night sitting at. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what? Tell you the truth?”

“Don’t push me.” A fierce need already grabbed him by the balls, urging him to take what he wanted and f*ck the consequences. He needed her at that moment as much as he needed his next breath.

“Maybe I wasn’t the only one who needed to be pushed.” The warmth of her breath caressed the front of his face. Sweet Lord, this woman would be his undoing.

“I won’t let you go.” If he took her now, it would seal their fate. There’d be no turning back.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Her shocking acceptance broke him. Logic be damned.

Chase grabbed her wrists and brought her arms behind her. With both of her hands at the small of her back, he wrapped one of his much larger hands around them both and clasped them together. His dominant need to overpower her made things a little rough, but the hot gleam in her gaze indicated her appreciation. She loved to be restrained.

He pushed his thigh between her legs and pressed against her sex. The flimsy T-shirt she’d worn to sleep in did little to hide the heat building between her legs. Chase leaned over her, pressing her back close to the table.

“Do you want me to f*ck you?”

“Oh God, yes. Please.”

The husky whisper fueled his intent. He loved hearing her breathless.

He made quick work of unfastening his pants and shoving them past his hips. He pushed the fabric of her shirt out of his way and reveled in the sight of her swollen and juicy cunt. The proof of how much she wanted him glistened across her silky, bare folds. With a tight fist around the hard length of his cock, he thrust to the hilt, forcing his way inside her tight channel. Nothing soft or easy this time. He had to take. Claim. Conquer.

His savage in-and-out rhythm began before she even had a chance to take a breath. Blind need drove his movements despite the flood of emotions he felt for this woman. He had no intention of hurting her, only giving them both what they truly needed.

“You belong to me too,” he growled.

“Yes. Oh yes, Master,” she moaned. Her cries of pleasure grew louder every time he yanked on her wrists to tighten his hold.

“Take it,” he grated, the civil veneer long gone. “Your cunt is mine.”

“Oohh,” she moaned louder.

His dick swelled. Everything about her was so perfect. The sheen of perspiration glistening on her skin, the lush curves of her body so soft under his hands. He couldn’t lose her.

“Oh God, Chase,” she cried. The vise grip of her channel on his dick told him just how close she was to the edge.

“I will f*ck this * whenever and wherever I want.”

“Yes. Fuck, yes.” She screamed in surrender as the release hammered through her. She arched under him, her muscles pulling at his dick.

Still, he f*cked her harder. “I love you like this, Eve. So wet and needy. Coming all over my dick.” Her eyes grew wide while he watched her tumble into another soul-gripping orgasm that pulled him under as well.

He impaled her one last time in an urgent and powerful thrust, losing himself inside her.

“Jesus Christ,” he gasped, pressing his forehead to the sweet curve of her neck. He lifted her slightly and released her arms. In a slow, languid move she eased her arms to her sides. She’d be sore later, but it’d been worth it. He’d needed to push hard, and she’d not only accepted it, but reveled in it. Now he needed more.

“Eve?” He lifted his head so he could watch her eyes. See her reaction to his words.

“Yes, Chase?” The sweet smile delivered with the question tumbled his stomach. He wanted to wake up to that every morning from here on out.

“Come home with us.”





Chapter Fourteen




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Eve checked her appearance in the dressing-room mirror one more time. Today’s shoot had been long and grueling, in more ways than one.

She’d spent the last few days and nights ensconced in Chase and Murphy’s condo, barely able to get out of bed. Their sexual appetites never gave her a moment’s peace, and she’d loved every second of it. The few times they’d had to leave the bedroom long enough to take care of work-related issues, they’d tied or bound her in a manner that left her little to do but wait for them to return. Surprisingly, she’d actually enjoyed the freedom that had given her.

With no responsibilities beyond her training, she’d had plenty of time to contemplate the changes in her life. She’d fallen hard and fast for two men, and despite the emotions and desire involved, she had needed that time to come to terms with not only their expectations but hers as well.

It warmed her through to know that her masters understood this. They’d shared with her their pain from their last shared relationship, and she’d opened up about the f*cked-up relationship between her stepdad and her mother that had colored her view of relationships from the get-go.