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me.  He opened me and penetrated me with a sexual force I couldn’t imagine ever feeling.  My legs were as wide as I wanted them to be so the penetration felt amazingly tight. 
    Jonathan didn’t care, his hands forcing me down… down… down…
    He was fully inside me as one hand let go of my backside.  It was on the back of my neck, forcing my head to look down at him.
    “You feel that?” he asked.
    Of course I felt it.  I didn’t need to respond so I just sighed and bit my lip.
    “That’s all you’ll ever need.  Ever.”
    He started to pump me, keeping him deep inside me, working with a speed that brought on what felt like an instant orgasm.  I had been building an orgasm from the second I was able to touch the knot on his tie.  My insides felt like they were exploding and the pressure only became more intense when Jonathan put his hand back to my ass and started to lift and lower me.  He used his strength and my body to his advantage.  I was hopeless and helpless as I started to bounce on him.  I tried to gain my footing a couple times but couldn’t. 
    All the power I had just two minutes ago was all gone.
    And that was fine with me.
    He thrust as he forced me down, not wasting an inch of my body.  I throbbed against him and I could feel the definition of his erection as it pulled and pushed and pulled and pushed.  I placed my arms on his shoulders, my head down, and I just tried to keep my breath.  I was worn out again, already. 
    “Yes,” I managed to whisper once.
    Jonathan Black moved his hands.  One went to my lower back and the other to my neck again.  He sped up to a pace that left me in awe.  I could feel my body and mind somehow connecting in a sexual moment that would forever be burned into my memory.
    “Isabella Grace,” he said, thrusting me, “nothing will ever harm you…”
    He pulled down with his hand on my lower back and he squeezed me, forcing me to stop.  He climaxed a split second later, filling me with his passion and leaving me feeling of moaning or crying.  I couldn’t control my emotions – hell, I couldn’t even identify my emotions.
    His body pumped, his muscles flexed, everything worked to keep offering his sex to my body.
    After he finished, he turned and then was on top of me.  He stayed inside me and he just stared into my eyes. 
    I wanted something romantic to come from his mouth.  Something that would shake me.  Something that would change my life.
    “It’s time to call Oliver Rush,” Jonathan said.  “We can’t let this day waste.  We’re all ready.”
    I closed my eyes.
    Jonathan moved down to my ear.
    He offered me one more thing.
    A reminder.
    “I’m going to kill Oliver Rush.”

-8-
     
    There were two phones on the nightstand .  One small and black, one large and black.  The small one was mine to use to call Oliver Rush.  I had been staring at it for five minutes, trying to cope with my position in this situation.  I was going to set up a murder.  Accomplice to a murder.  My mind filled with thoughts and images and I almost reached my breaking point when the screen on Jonathan’s phone lit up.  It vibrated a second later and then his hand grabbed the phone before I could read the screen.
    He looked at the phone and shook his head.
    It was the tenth time that morning his phone rang.  I figured it was just business as usual.  After all, he wouldn’t announce to the global corporate world that he was in travel with a woman, planning on murdering a man who stole billions from him. 
    Jonathan ignored the phone call and placed the phone in his pocket.  Not even enough time went by for him to say something to me and the phone rang again.  He acted as if it didn’t bother him, pointing to the cell phone the nightstand.
    “Now,” he said.  “Now.”
    I nodded and reached for the phone. 
    “I’ll honor your privacy for the call, but I’ll be standing at the door.”
    He left and I pressed a button on the phone.  As