“Oh God.”

“Shh . . .” He groaned. “Give it a sec and it won’t be so bad.”

“A warning would have been nice.” Her fingers were clawed into the couch cushion, like it would somehow help.

“It was in your mouth. You knew what you were dealing with.” Ambrose moved slightly and for a second she forgot to breathe.

“You are never ever allowed in my ass.”

“If it’s any tighter than your pussy, it might just kill me,” he agreed. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t do this.” One hand disappeared from her hip, and he brushed the tip of his finger over her back hole again.

She squealed, and flinched then tried to squirm away, but he held on to her hip hard.

“I like this game.” He did it again.

“No, no, no. Stop!” Her body clenched around his cock.

“Fuck, if you keep moving like that, you’re going to milk every drop of come out of my dick. I won’t even need to move.”

“That’s the laziest thing I’ve ever heard.” Not a good time to shoot her mouth off, she realized too late.

“Suit yourself, then.” He leaned his forearm across her back and reached around to play with her piercing. Then he showed her exactly what it felt like to be fucked by a monster.

He pulled almost completely out then slammed back in, again and again, overwhelming her with his ferociousness. His fingers surrounded her clit, the stimulation intense. An arm slipped under her hips and he pulled her to him, like a thing made only for his pleasure. Her G-spot bore the brunt of his animalistic thrusts. Under him she became a helpless bundle of female, soft and yielding, taking whatever he wanted her to have. An orgasm blindsided her. She screamed into the couch.

“Is this what you wanted, my mouthy little brat?” His teeth tugged at her ear, and she shuddered through another orgasm.

Her toes couldn’t reach the ground anymore, but her body was in his control.

“You wanted me to prove I could handle you,” he growled. “But can you handle me?”

A smack landed on her clit, and she howled, but the mounting pressure in her pussy was unavoidable. He landed a second slap on her sore parts, and she came again, her whole body buzzing and aware, except for her poor brain, which had shut down.

“Fuck!” He grabbed her hair and gave her a few more thrusts before he froze above her and made a long, guttural noise that made the hair on the back of her neck rise in response. He collapsed onto her back and swore eloquently for ages, before he levered himself up and started to kiss the back of her neck.

Shivers chased down her back, making her pussy clench around him.

His breath caught, and he stroked her bottom proprietarily.

The rutting animal-man withdrew, then peeled her off the sofa and carried her into the bedroom and set her on the bed.

“Hold that thought.” He disappeared into the bathroom and came back so fast she wondered how he could have done anything.

Maybe her brain was just running slower than usual.

Ambrose crawled into bed with her and pulled her into his arms just as her body turned her arms and legs into lead.

“Are you okay?” His voice sounded odd and far-off.

She blinked at him and realized that for all he made fun of how ugly he was, in truth he was downright handsome if a girl wasn’t easily petrified.

Maybe even more so if she was.

Chapter Four

The sound of a faucet running woke Ambrose out of the kind of sleep that made a man wonder if he’d ever be completely awake again. Outside the window, the sun was either coming up or going down. Where the fuck was he?

Blinking, he looked around the room. Everly strolled in, washing her face with a cloth. No makeup. Completely naked. His dick was fully aware before he was.

Fuck, she was sexy.

“Could you be any cuter? You look like a five-year-old after naptime.” She ruffled his hair, and he leaned into the caress, not caring if it made him seem less Dommy. There were some things he’d make exceptions for.

He pulled her into his lap, ignoring her token protest. The feel of her body in his arms was almost orgasmic.

“Mmm . . . you smell good.”

“I took a shower.” She laughed. “I was sticky and sore when I woke up.”

“That’s weird. I wonder why.” The quilt was warm and the bed smelled like her. He was sorely tempted to drag her back under the covers and either fuck her again or snuggle with her and take another nap. Both would be ideal. Sure, he’d fucked her a second time before they’d fallen asleep, but a third time wasn’t unreasonable, was it?

“Gee, I wonder. I hope CSI doesn’t use a blue light on my house after all that. Just saying.”

He buried his face in her neck and her breath caught. The growly, Dommy feeling was back, demanding that he have her again. There was something about her that he couldn’t get enough of.

She was making a joke about something, but he ignored it and rolled her onto her back. There was no struggle or objection, and when he kissed her, she kissed him back and pressed against him seductively.

Mercy.

He could spend all day in bed with this girl. In fact, he had. They kissed for a long while, but eventually, she pulled away.

“I’m sorry, but I think I’m too sore for you to fuck me again.” She grimaced ruefully, as though she needed to apologize.

“Hey, I’m not that easy. Just because we’re in bed and I’m hard for you, doesn’t mean you’re getting any.” He shook his head in mock dismay. “So greedy, this girl. So demanding.”

She laughed and hit him with a pillow. In response, he pinned her arms above her head, letting her feel how little control she had over what he did, then pinned her legs down with one of his own.

“What are you . . . ?” she gasped out, heat flaring in her eyes, her lips parting seductively.

“Whatever I want.” His hand drifted down her body, sketching over every welt, bite mark and hickey. The amount of pleasure he got from knowing how thoroughly he’d marked her probably wasn’t healthy, but he wasn’t about to admit it to anyone.

Her nipples hardened into points, and he rubbed his thumb across them. She hissed.

“They’re sore! Don’t be mean.”

“I thought you liked me mean.” He held her gaze and she squirmed in his grasp.

“Shh. You can’t know all my secrets yet.”

A long moment passed where her eyes became his world. He fell into them, losing himself and not caring if he found a way out again. His chest ached. She wasn’t close enough, so he moved closer, wanting to be inside her again but knowing even that wasn’t going to satisfy him.

Oh God.

He kissed her again, trying to break the spell, but even with his eyes closed he could still see her. The feeling wouldn’t go away.

Gently, he pulled back. Her face was submissive, docile, waiting for his direction. This wasn’t the theatrical submission of a girl who just wanted to play with a Dom. A connection had been made between them, somehow. Not something shallow, that would let them enjoy a scene together, but something that was going too far, too fast. His first instinct was to jump out of her bed, throw on his clothes, and bolt for the door.

“I wish I could stay, but I have to get going.” He kissed her forehead, the intimacy almost painful.

“Oh. Do you have to work or something?” Her smile was small. Disappointed but too polite to say so.

“Yeah.” Or something was right. He needed to get to a pharmacy and see if there was a pill for men who’d accidentally developed feelings for a girl. This wasn’t supposed to happen. If anyone knew better, it was Ambrose.

She ran her fingers through his hair, and he was almost a goner.