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And when he pressed the tip of his cock against my swollen, wet folds, I gripped his shoulders, digging my fingers into his muscles. I didn’t recognize the gasp I issued or the moan of passion. I was thrown by the rush of tingling vibrations and the way my pussy continued to throb, squeezing tightly around his big, fat cock.

“Oh, God. Oh, God.” I couldn’t stop panting, stars floating in front of my eyes. I was shocked at how incredible it felt. I should be screaming in anger and fear instead of whimpering in the throes of passion.

He never blinked, his eyes shimmering in the lighting as if he was capturing more than just my body. I could almost see him as a vampire sucking the life out of me. But I was so energized it was as if I was taking what I needed from him. I continued to shake as he pulled out, driving into me again with such force I was thrust against the wall.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded.

I obeyed him without question, clinging to him as the only lifeline I had. I crushed my knees against his hips, struggling to make sense of the entire evening. It had had highs and lows and I wasn’t certain what to call this. He was powerful and enigmatic, so sensual yet dominating that it wasn’t easy to put him in any kind of category.

Or understand the way I was feeling.

He’d seen something in me that reminded him of what he needed in his life. The thought almost made me laugh. The pleasure only intensified, my entire body aching as the rush of adrenaline built to a point that I was lost in a haze of lust and need, trying to come down from a twisted plateau I shouldn’t be on. But here I was. Here he was.

And I knew in my heart the man would never let me go.

He fucked me long and hard, going deeper into my tight channel. As he leaned forward, nipping my earlobe, growling like the beast he’d presented himself to be, I wasn’t certain I’d be able to walk out without assistance.

If he was planning on allowing me. The thought hadn’t crossed my mind until now. Would he let me go or had I become his prisoner?

There was no more thinking to be done, no more speculating about his future decisions. As an even more powerful climax swept through me, I suddenly erupted in a silent scream, unable to vocalize the way this brutal man made me feel.

Creed continued thrusting brutally and fast, now planting both his hands on either side of me, his savage movements shoving me up and down the wall as if I was nothing but a tool he could use and toss away. But it was his forever piercing eyes that reminded me of how hungry he remained.

As I started to come down from the incredible moment of rapture, he slowed his movements, his tender actions as confusing as the man had already become to portions of my mind. I could tell he was close to coming, his breathing changing once again, his entire body tensing like mine had done the moment I’d met the man.

Every sound he made was barbaric and I had to admit I loved hearing his growls and grunts, just another reminder he was nothing but an animal in heat.

With five even more merciless thrusts, he threw his head back, shaking to the point that I was certain he was having a seizure. But there was no doubt he was filling me with his seed.

He slammed his palm against the wall seconds later, his gasping breath matching mine. His head was lowered, but it didn’t stop me from seeing he was angry or frustrated, shifting his head from side to side.

When he finally looked me in the eyes again, another grin popped across his face, but I could swear it was almost demonic.

He pulled completely out, taking a single step backward and raking both his hands through his hair. “Get your affairs in order, lovely ballerina. In forty-eight hours, you will belong to me. And there is nothing you can say or do that will stop me.”

He slapped his hand on the button, the elevator almost immediately jerking to a start, and the electric current tumbling through my body was entirely different than before.

Maybe because I knew the bastard of a man, the monster of anyone’s nightmares had full intentions of making good on his promise.

And there was nothing I could do about it.

CHAPTER 9

Creed

Hunger.

Some men had it for food, greasy cheeseburgers and bloody prime rib. Others had it for wine or liquor, needing a few drinks a day just to get by. Of course so many men lost their minds over sweet pussy, ignoring the vows they’d taken and their other responsibilities for one taste. One night. And still others hungered for risks. Skydiving. Bungee jumping. Wind surfing or gambling. I wanted to laugh from the number of men I’d seen surrender to the desires that had ultimately cost them everything.

Including their lives.

For me, it wasn’t just about sex. I’d indulged in my share of women, some even able to tolerate my highly commanding and sadistic needs, but the way I felt about Bella was entirely different. She was as if a light had finally illuminated my deepest, darkest desires while illuminating my life.

Wouldn’t my mother be so proud of me now?

However, the feeling was a reality that I’d finally come to terms with after my third drink the night before while I’d stood in front of my home office window, staring out at the starless night. Bella Rothschild had been sent to me for a reason, a force of nature that I wanted to grasp like capturing a tornado.

A smile crossed my face as images of her pretty pussy rubbed raw at the synapses in my mind. As my thoughts shifted to the way her dance partner had kissed her, the ugly green-eyed monster popped into my mind. I’d never been jealous of another man in my life, yet the moment I’d realized how important she would be to my life, I’d considered her my property.