Page 60 of Reckless Woman
“Anna?”
“This is so fucked up,” she gasps out. “So fucking fucked up. The way you just killed that m-man.”
Goddammit.
Spying a rest stop up ahead, I pull over, skidding across the gravel in a show of stones before slamming my foot down on the brake.
“Come here.” Ripping off her seatbelt, I force her into my lap and into my arms. She’s drifting again, and I need to pull her back before it’s too late.
“Get your hands off me!” She’s fighting my embrace, drumming her small fists against my biceps, her blonde hair whipping at my skin.
“I didn’t kill him, Anna,” I say calmly, taking it all without flinching.
“All these guns and killing and running...why is my life one crazy scenario after another? Why is everything so messed-up!”
“Because I made you love a man more messed-up than any of it,” I roar, grabbing her wrists.
“And I made you love me right back!”
We glare at each other, and then suddenly my mouth is full of gold—soft, warm, violent and precious. Our tongues are like crossed swords, fighting and fucking, as I kick the driver’s door open and drag her out with me. Flinging her across the hood of the SUV, face down, I slam a clenched fist between her shoulder blades as I rip at her jeans and panties. The balmy night air is almost brutal in its humidity, but not as brutal as how I’m about to be with her body.
“Not here,” she begs, splaying her palms flat against the paintwork. “Anyone could see!”
“We haven’t passed a car in twenty minutes,” I snarl, reaching for my belt. “Do you think I’d let another man catch a glimpse of what’s mine? Besides, this won’t take long.”
“Wait! Joseph…”
“You can’t fucking feel me right now,Luna, so you leave me no choice. I need you with me, not fighting me.”
Dragging my fingers down through her soft folds, I drive one and then two inside her—pumping mercilessly before sliding them out and smearing her wetness all over the shiny head of my cock. This is a savage angle for her. She won’t be walking right for days.But, my God,she’ll feel me afterward.
“Shit,” she whimpers, widening her legs as much as she can, flicking me a scared look over her shoulder. “Are you seriously going to—?”
“Damn right I am.”
Keeping her pinned to the car, I force my cock into her tight velvety heat until I’m seated as deeply as her small body will allow.
“It’s too much,” she chokes out.
“You like it, though?” I lean forward to wrap my hand around her soft throat, feeling the frantic swallow as I slide in even deeper.
“Yes,” she groans, almost pitifully.
“You’ll like this even better.”
She groans again as I pound her into the metalwork with three vicious strokes, before I’m yanking her hair back and ramming my fingers into her mouth.
“Bite down, baby. That was just a warm-up. Now, I’m really going to make it hurt.”
It’s hot and dirty. Fast and unforgiving.
Bad men fuck rough, and we take without mercy.
When she comes, her spine arches in pleasure. Her muscles clamp down on my cock and I’m shooting my load into her with a twisted groan.
We collapse forward together in a tangle of limbs and hastily pushed aside clothes. Brushing strands of blonde out of her face, with my cock still buried inside her, she turns to look at me.
“I always want to feel you, Joseph,” she pants. “No matter how many arguments we have or what crazy situations we find ourselves in.”