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“That’s it.” She gave herself to me as her cheek pressed into the pillow and all the tension in her body released, becoming mine to do with as I wanted. The denim of my jeans rustled as I thrust faster and faster into her, my fingers playing with her at the same time.

“Jasper. God.”

Was that her begging? No, not yet. Not fuckin’ yet. I wanted more from her. I stilled my hand, but kept my hips rocking back and forth harder and harder, her body moving forward so hard she placed her palms on the headboard to keep from banging her head into it.

I saw the second her hand left the pillow and moved down between her legs. “Not a chance.” I was sunk deep when I stopped thrusting and latched onto her wrist. “Only I do that.”

“I need to come.”

“You’ll come when I say you do.” I knew she wouldn’t like that, but I didn’t give a shit. I was holding onto my control by a fuckin’ thread. I was betting my cock was shouting profanities at me for holding off this long.

“Get off me. I’ll finish this myself.”

I kept my voice steady. “Put your hands back where they were.” She tried to elbow me in the ribs, but with my arm snug around her waist, my cock inside her and my weight pushing her into the mattress, she didn’t have a chance. “Put them back.”

The moment she gave in, her body relaxed and she slowly slid her arms back over her head. She hadn’t fought that hard, and I knew it was because she was feeling exactly what I was—teetering on loss of control. This was the only place both of us could let go and she had yet to learn that. I had to push her until she broke, not to hurt her, but to set her free.

“Are you going to use that cock or let it go soft inside me?”

I snorted and did what I had been dreaming about doing since the day I’d met her. I pulled out of her, pressed my hand into her lower back and then with the other hand smacked her hard on the ass.

She screamed and tried to wiggle away, but I was stronger and determined as hell. I smacked her again.

“Jasper. Stop.”

Smack.

She managed to get hold of the top edge of the headboard and with one yank pulled herself out from under me and to her feet. Before she could jump off the bed, I was on her and slammed my body up against her, pushing her into the headboard.

“Let me go, asshole.” She tried to kick back, but the mattress was soft and she lost her balance. I seized both her wrists and locked them on either side of her head against the wall.

“I feel you quivering. Do you like this? The fight?”

“Fuck you.”

“No. I’m fucking you.” She pushed back into me and I chuckled because she didn’t have any leverage—just the way I liked it. “Open your legs like a good girl and let me fuck you, Max.”

What I got in response was a heel to the knee cap which had me grunting and growling. I grabbed her around the waist and threw her down on the bed then fell on top of her. She tried to clock me in the face with her elbow and I managed to jerk back before she made contact.

“You’re not fucking me anymore. I don’t fuck guys who spank me.”

“You’ve never been spanked. How would you know? And right now, I’m betting you’re so fuckin’ hot for me that your pussy is throbbing and wetter than it’s ever been.”

Max was a fighter. She may have remained quiet and reclusive for years, but she was a rebel, and that was dying to get out. And I was going to be the one to release that part of her.

“Don’t ever lie to me, sunshine. Not when we’re fucking. Not when we both can win here.” I ran my finger up and down her through the moisture and then brought my finger to her mouth. She was breathing hard and her eyes were wide.

Uncertain.

Passion blazing.

Need and want.

All of it.

“Taste how wet you are.” I caressed my finger over her lower lip and then her tongue darted out as she licked my finger.

I just about came right then. “Fuck. That’s hot.” And then I did what I hadn’t planned on . . . I replaced my finger with my mouth.