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What kind of an asshole did she take him for?
    “You’ve gone one step too far, Princess Lola ,” he sneered under his breath. He headed toward the basement door, knowing even as he thundered down the stairs that the ideas whirling through his fevered brain had no place in a civilized world.
    He burst into the basement. Jessie’s back was to him. Moving quickly, he crossed the room in several strides and grabbed Jessie’s shoulder, jerking her around to face him.
    She screamed and raised her arm, striking at him with the single tail whip she held in her hand. A line of red hot pain seared down the side of his neck. Eric grabbed Jessie’s wrist, squeezing hard until she dropped the whip.
    “You bitch!” he roared, reaching to touch the rising welt on the side of his neck with his other hand.
    Jessie wrenched herself away from his grasp. “Let go of me!” she cried. “It’s your own fucking fault! You scared me half to death!”
    He reached for her again, rage and pain dictating his moves. She struggled against him, again pulling out of his grasp.
    “You’ve been ripping me off, cunt. I know what you’re doing with the accounts,” Eric grunted as he pushed her toward the wall.
    “Fuck you! This is my site! You’re nothing but a bully. I bet deep down you’re a pussy boy, a submissive sissy boy who just needs to be taken in hand!” Jessie’s eyes were flashing, the color rising in her cheeks. She bent to retrieve the whip, but Eric kicked it away.
    He laughed derisively. “Don’t you just wish . I think you’re the one who needs to be taken in hand, you lying little bitch.” He reached for her wrists, intent on pinning her against the wall.
    “Let go of me!” Again she wrested herself from his grasp and reached out, swiping at his face. She raked his cheek with her nails, ripping the flesh.
    “You fucking cunt!” Eric could feel the blood trickling down his face in stinging lines. He hurled himself toward her as she tried to duck around him. Reaching for her, he caught at her silky gown, grabbing hold. As she jerked away, the flimsy fabric tore and fell from her shoulder. Still furious, but also deeply excited by what was happening, Eric pulled it harder, ripping the gown completely from her body.
    Beneath it she wore only a black lace thong. Eric’s cock stiffened at the sight of her lush ass and full, rounded breasts. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. “I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.” Lust and anger pulsed in a primal beat inside his head, more potent than the strongest liquor, more powerful than any drug.
    Lunging for her, he caught Jessie around the waist and dropped to the carpet, taking her with him. They wrestled, rolling together along the carpet. Jessie was a little hellcat, pummeling his chest and face, jerking her head from side to side, her dark hair flying. She tried to knee him, nearly catching him in the nuts, but he twisted aside just in time, pinning her down.
    Against the soft crush of her breasts he could feel her heart thudding. She was panting as she struggled and twisted beneath his weight. “Let me go! Let me go, you bastard! Get off me!” She began to scream.
    The shrill sound pierced Eric’s eardrums. “Shut up!” he yelled. “Shut the fuck up!” But she kept on screaming. Eric put his hand over her mouth and nose, blotting out the sound. Jessie’s eyes were wild with fury and fear. He could feel her body trembling beneath him.
    A part of his brain was shouting at him to get off her, to quit before it was too late. But he couldn’t focus on the warnings. He couldn’t hear the message over the roar of his own blood, pulsing through his head like a freight train thundering along its tracks, pumping through his body and hardening his cock to steel.
    He moved his hand down so she could breathe through her nose, but he kept it clamped over her mouth. Using one shoulder pressed hard against her chest to keep her pinned, Eric