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to turn over, but couldn’t budge, his strength holding her still. “What the hell are you—?”
    “How does it feel when you’re not in control?”
    She bit back profanity, a part of her really pissed off. But there was another part of her, some strange, unfamiliar part, that had just been awakened and seemed to enjoy this—especially when he followed that little slap with a caress.
    “Answer me. How does it feel when you’re not in control?” He slapped her ass again, harder this time, his warm palm soothing the sting.
    She bit back a moan, pain melting into heat. “It makes me angry .”
    “Yeah?” He slapped her again and again, then caressed her, one of his fingers angling between her buttocks, finding her vagina, testing her. “You’re wet, bella . You like this. Admit it.”
    “Giving you head is what made me wet, not this .” She squirmed, her thighs instinctively parting to give him access.
    “You’re lying.” He spanked her again—hard.
    She moaned, her vaginal muscles clenching around emptiness as pain once more transformed into pleasure, her skin seeming to shiver. “Oh, yes!”
    Laura surrendered as Javier got down to work, taking time between sharp, little spankings to play between her thighs, stroking her wet entrance, parting her lips, teasing her aching clit.
    He leaned down, nipped her shoulder. “Oh, yeah, you like this. Feel how swollen your clit is.”
    The skin of her buttocks was hypersensitive now, tingling, burning, the scorching sensation settling between her thighs as he fingered her deeply. And she realized he’d released her arm. He wasn’t holding her down now. Nothing was forcing her to lie here—apart from her own relentless hunger.
    She lifted her ass, parted her thighs, her hands fisting the bed sheets, her breath coming in pants and whimpers as he gave her the most incredible finger-fuck she’d ever had, the pleasure punctuated by sharp, stinging slaps.
    She came with a cry, the barrage of sensations sending her over the top, the bliss of it singing through her, his fingers driving her home.
    The tremors of her orgasm hadn’t yet faded when he dragged her to the center of the bed, grabbed her hips, and drew her onto all fours, lifting her ass upward, nudging her thighs apart with his own. Desire flared to life again, fueled by the excitement of his domination.
    “Ass up, thighs apart!” He gave her another quick spanking, the head of his cock nudging against her pussy.
    “ Yes! ” Oh, she wanted him inside her now .
    He entered her with a single deep thrust, filling and stretching her, his possession of her absolute. He gave her a few slow strokes, and then he was fucking her deep and hard. His hand fisted in her hair and pulled, forcing her head back, this slight pain arousing her even more, her body tingling from her scalp to the tender skin of her ass as he drove himself into her.
    She had never been dominated like this by a man before, would never have imagined she would enjoy it. But there was something about Javier, something that made her want to submit to him, to surrender, to let him take control. He wasn’t even touching her clit and yet she was on the edge, about to come again.
    “Oh, Javi! Yes!” Pleasure drew tight in her belly—then exploded.
    She couldn’t help but cry out, the intensity off the scale as he pounded himself into her, finishing with a deep groan.
    Spent, he bent over her, pressing kisses against the skin of her back, whispering to her in breathless Spanish. “ Mi dulce, preciosa belleza .”
    Then he stretched out beside her, drew her into his arms, and held her.
    And through a post-orgasmic haze, Laura found herself wondering whether she’d ever felt this close to a man before.

CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
    “The winters are long and dark in Stockholm—cold, rainy.”
    Content and sleepy, Javier sat against the back of the tub, holding Laura against his chest, one hand idly caressing a soft breast while she told him about her