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to have that ass but it wasn’t going to be now, and it wasn’t going to be here. It was going to be on my terms, like always. I was just fucking mean enough to deny myself.
     
    “Did I tell you it was okay to get dressed?” The gravelly tone of my voice betrayed the level at which she was affecting me. I was about a second from tossing her onto the bed and ramming my dick inside her pussy.
     
    “You don’t own me, big boy.” She turned those damned green eyes on me, laughing softly. “Even if you do want me.” Her gaze dropped to where my dick was straining against the zipper of my jeans.
     
    It was her soft, confident laugh and the knowing look in her eyes that got me. She thought she knew me and what I wanted? She had no fucking idea. I’d already warned her that I didn’t do any of that kissing and foreplay shit. Right now I wanted my dick sucked because if I didn’t get relief soon I wasn’t going to be worth a shit. It wasn’t often that I let a woman get to me, fuck never , but ever since I’d seen her fucking red hair I’d thought of nothing but having my hands buried in it while she was on her knees.
     
    “What’s wrong?”
     
    I didn’t like the challenge in her tone. She stood there holding her clothes in front of her, but I still caught glimpses of the creamy flesh of her hip and thigh, one leg, and the swells of her tits. I frowned. Was she fucking teasing me? Big mistake. I never turned down a challenge. I didn’t own her? She was wrong there, too. Until I had shit sorted out she wasn’t going anywhere.
     
    It didn’t take me long to reach her, and even though her eyes grew round at my approach, she held her ground. She wasn’t used to backing down either, she was a fighter. Good. She might be running, but my gut told me that when cornered, she would fight. Would she fight me? Because I was going to break her fucking spirit if she didn’t.
     
    I decided I wanted her against the wall, forcing her back with my sheer bulk. She gasped, whether from surprise or fear, I didn’t fucking care. “Let’s get one thing clear, woman, I do own you. Until I sort shit out you aren’t going anywhere.”
     
    A nervous laugh escaped her. “You can’t keep me against my will,” she had the fucking guts to say.
     
    “Watch me.” I grabbed the clothes she was shielding herself with and tossed them to the side, never taking my eyes off hers. She gasped again, and this time I watched her eyes dilate with emotion.
     
    Fucking emotions.
     
    Anger was the only emotion I was comfortable with.
     
    And pain.
     
    She slapped me, hard, but not hard enough for it to cause my head to turn. I glared down into her bright, slightly worried eyes, curling my hands into fists because she’d dared to hit me. She needed to learn that she didn’t put her hands on me without consequences. If she’d been a man I would have snapped her neck by now.
     
    “Big mistake.”
     
    Her response was to tilt that obstinate chin of hers. She couldn’t hide the fact that she was frightened, that she’d obviously realized she’d gone too far. But she wasn’t backing down to that fear. I didn’t give her time to react to what I was going to do, hell, I wasn’t even fucking sure of what I was going to do until I was doing it. In the space of a few meaningless seconds I had my hand on her fucking pussy and my finger deep inside.
     
    Fucking hell, she was wet! The savage situation between us was turning her on. My finger glided into her juicy cunt like a fucking knife sliced through soft butter. Ignoring her gasp, I pressed up until she was forced to lift up on her toes. Our eyes remained locked as I added another finger. Her mouth parted, and she was forced to drop her hands to my chest for support as I worked my fingers deep inside her body. I could feel the wet heat of her clench around my fingers, the soft spongy walls of her cunt swelling around them and releasing more cream.
     
    “You don’t put your