through the office, her muscled ass only bouncing slightly with the force of the blow, even as her skin reddened underneath my palm.
"I will gut you," she growled as a second blow came down on her other cheek.
"I know you have a thing for sets of five," I uttered, some of my anger abating at the sound of her enraged shriek that the cushion only slightly muffled. I was grateful for the mostly empty club downstairs and the lack of paying customers, because I knew anyone near the stairs would hear her scream when the third blow landed on her already swollen and burning ass. Two more followed, her body remaining taut as she tried to push back against my hand.
Slipping my hand between her thighs, I grinned at the feel and sight of her wetness coating her thighs. Sadie could claim to want independence. She could claim to want freedom from me.
But her body told another story, the epitome of the forbidden, inexplicable attraction that pulsed between us. She shouldn't want me, but she was mine regardless. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them to stroke the back wall of her pussy harshly as she gasped beneath me. "I should fuck this tight little ass of yours. Let you feel the burn inside and out every time I slam into you," I warned her, eliciting a moan from her lips as I released my pressure on her shoulders.
She turned her head to stare at me, her body perfectly still and pliant as my fingers fucked her pussy. "Don't you dare," she hissed. My other hand went to my belt, pulling it free from my pants as I slid my fingers free from her tight sheath. Sucking them clean before I shifted my weight off her I let her get to her feet. Her hands instantly went to tug her jeans up her legs, turning away from me with a glare when the rough fabric scraped against her tender flesh. I grabbed those offending hands behind her back before she could button the pants, slipping them through the loops I'd made in my belt and tightening until I fastened the hook. I'd heard the story of Ryker doing it to Calla, though he'd done it to keep Calla from touching him. I did it so I could safely ravage my woman while she raged at me. "Enzo!" she yelled, pulling back and moving to hit me in the junk as she turned to run. "Stop it."
My dark chuckle bounced through the room, sounding menacing even for me. "Can't do that. My Baby Girl wants me to fuck her in the ass, but I don't quite trust her not to gouge out my eyeballs when I sink balls deep." Pulling her sports bra up, I let her breasts spill free out the bottom.
With her fuming, I didn't trust her enough to get any closer, so I stood and wrapped my arms around her from behind. Narrowly avoiding the head she tried to slam back into my nose, I bent her over the arm of the couch and pulled her sneakers and jeans off as quickly as I could. With her face pressed into the cushion and her breath heaving from her lungs, I lifted her under the hips and pulled her back ever so slightly to get the angle I wanted as I pressed my fingers back inside her. She bucked her weight to dislodge me, but the arms behind her back hindered her movements enough that I could easily control her with my free hand. "Tell me you don't want it, Baby Girl, and I'll stop," I reassured her. "If it isn't a lie, anyway, and we both know that I can tell just how thoroughly you're lying because your pussy is soaking my hand."
I pulled my fingers free, moving them up to the other entrance. She hissed, trying to shove her body away from the pressure as I touched a single finger to it, coating her in her own juices briefly before I ducked down and bit her reddened ass cheek. She grunted from the pain as both my palms grabbed a handful and spread her, baring everything to my view.
"I don't want it," she lied, her chest heaving with her desire as cool air kissed her pussy. My tongue replaced it, sliding through her wet heat to slip in and out of her, driving her closer and closer to an orgasm I'd never let her have.
Not until