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took my time pressing my cockhead between her luscious bottom cheeks, finding her dark hole then pressing gently until the tip was fully seated inside.

Franny tensed, darting a look over her shoulder before lowering her head. She knew that there was nothing she could do, no way of stopping the brute behind her. It was difficult as fuck to keep from impaling her, but I slid in an inch at a time, finally pushing past the tight ring of muscle.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her back heaving as she struggled to breathe.

I rolled my knuckles down her back, tapping one side of her buttocks then issuing two hard cracks against her backside.

“Oh!” Her squeal was one of delight instead of pain, her cry seductive.

Exhaling, I closed my eyes then thrust the remainder of my cock inside, instantly throwing back my head with a battle cry, the roar primal. My actions became even more brutal, slamming into her with enough force the couch tipped more than once.

But I didn’t care.

She was mine.

Every. Single. Inch.

With every hard plunge, I was shoved into a moment of peace, something that I hadn’t expected. As the electricity powered through me, bringing me a raw sense of ecstasy, I was free of the demons if only for a few precious moments.

All because of hard fucking.

I had no idea how long I continued driving in long, even strokes, but as the light seemed to fade from the room, my balls were ready to explode. As she’d done before, she squeezed her muscles, meeting every savage thrust with one of her own.

My body refused to hold back any longer.

The release was exhilarating, lights flashing in front of my eyes.

And at that moment, I knew I couldn’t live without her.

What. The. Fuck?

Chapter 6

Francesca

Darkness.

There was a heightened level of shadows that consumed the man who’d just driven me to blissful ecstasy. He was arrogant and powerful, demanding and dark, but he’d awakened the woman inside, refusing to allow her to escape. Yet everything about us was toxic.

Still, it was hard to replace the crystallized sensations rolling through me, electricity so vibrant that my muscles remained on fire long after the blissful experience. Neither one of had been able to say anything after the intense round of passionate sex. Maybe we were both too content in the haze of satisfaction, although my gut told me it had more to do with the fact that we really had nothing to say to each other.

This wasn’t about starting a relationship. I suspected he didn’t want anything of the kind and I certainly couldn’t parade him on my arm. He was far too… savage. There was no other word for a man like Vader.

Dangerous.

Brutal.

Unforgiving.

I sensed he was a bomb ready to explode, his inability to share his feelings something that he’d struggled with his entire life. I was far too set in my ways to care about trying to change him. But being with him felt so damn right.

Besides, my body had already betrayed me not once but twice. Even the spanking at the barn, while absolutely humiliating, had kept my entire body aroused for the remainder of the day. I hadn’t been able to concentrate on anything, including the simple act of grocery shopping, visions of the larger than life man consuming every random thought. Who was I kidding? I hadn’t been able to get him off my mind.

He actually seemed at peace with being in my house, allowing me to curl up next to him after I’d brought drinks into the living room. I hadn’t bothered to clean up the mess we’d made and in truth, I had no intentions of doing so until long after he left. Maybe I was a fool to want nothing more than to bask in the joy of our wicked sex, but Katie had been right.

Life was too damn short.

I stared at the fire, still contemplating what had occurred at the motel. As of this evening, Katie had yet to find out anything concrete. That either meant the sheriff’s office had yet to reach any official conclusions or they simply had no idea what was going on. I wasn’t certain I would take as much comfort in the licking flames as I used to. I still had moments where the stench of the acrid smoke resurfaced.

“The fire wasn’t accidental,” I said casually, still keeping my gaze locked on the fire. Why it was mesmerizing at this point made no sense.

“You’re right. No way it could have been.”

“I’ve been