“You don’t have to be rude.” Hanna frowned at me, looking over her shoulder. “You’re the one who told him he needed to hang here.”
“That was before. I don’t need him here now.” I grabbed her elbow when she started to turn toward her bedroom. “No. My bedroom.”
Her eyes widened. Had she not heard me at the restaurant? I thought I’d been damn clear as to what was happening when we got home.
She pivoted toward my room, the tension obvious in her shoulders.
Once inside, I kicked the door closed with my heel. Hanna leaned her hip against my dresser, staring at me with wide eyes and her arms crossed over her stomach.
“Dinner was really good. Thanks for bringing me there,” she said in a soft tone. Her eyes lowered to my chest. I didn’t like this subdued version of her.
“Eyes on mine, Hanna,” I ordered firmly. Once she obeyed, though after a moment of hesitation, I ran my hands up her arms. “I just realized I shouldn’t have let you have any wine.”
I brushed my knuckles across her cheekbone. “You’re not even old enough for it.”
She huffed. “It’s probably the least important law you broke today.”
I laughed, and fuck, it felt good.
“Still.” I cleared my throat.
“Would you feel better if I punished you for it? A good spanking to clear your conscience?” A teasing grin spread her lips wide.
“The only one between us who gets spankings is you.” I touched the tip of my finger to her chin.
She grabbed hold of my belt buckle and started undoing it. “Maybe not.”
I wrapped my hand around her wrists and yanked her back. In one quick move, I had her back to me and pressed against my chest. Pulling her arm across her body, I had her pinned to me.
“That is a big no-no, little girl,” I growled in her ear.
“I was just playing.” She tried to pull forward out of my grasp, but it was too late. I’d captured her and I was going to keep her.
“Hmmm.” I bit down on her ear. “What should I do with my naughty girl who likes to play with belts?”
She stilled. “Gregor,” she whispered, as though she wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to say.
“Tell me what you want, Hanna.” I moved my hand from her wrist down to her side where I gathered up the skirt of her dress.
“I don’t know.” She laid her head back against me. “You confuse me.”
I understood her feelings. Ever since finding her, nothing was as clear as it used to be. Boundary lines blurred. Rules of engagement changed.
“Take off your dress, Hanna.” I released her and strode to the left side of the bed, where I slept.
I unbuttoned my shirt, yanking it from where it was tucked into my pants while she continued overthinking my command.
“Don’t overthink it and don’t make me repeat myself.” I shrugged off my shirt and tossed it to the foot of the bed. Her eyes wandered over the tattoos she could see sticking out from my undershirt on my chest and down my arms. Each symbol had a meaning, things she shouldn’t know or ever have to witness. My past decorated my body in dark ink.
I brought my hands to my belt buckle, finishing the job she’d started. The jangle of the metal buckle got her moving and she wiggled out of the dress and let it pool at her feet. She wore a black strapless bra beneath and a pair of gray cotton panties.
“You didn’t exactly pack appropriately,” she said when she noticed me staring at the mismatched undergarments. I hadn’t even looked at what I was shoving in her bag. Whatever was in her closet was taken and a few fistfuls of underwear things from her top drawer.
“I don’t care if they match, what I care about is why are they still on?” I grabbed hold of the buckle of my belt and whipped it out of the loops.
Even from a few feet away where I stood, I could see her pupils dilate at the sound of the leather zipping through the loops. She reached behind her back and quickly unhooked the bra, letting the cups fall away from her breasts. Hooking her thumbs into the elastic of her panties, she shoved them down over her hips and kicked them off onto the small pile of her clothes.
I gritted my teeth taking her in. She was fucking perfect. With the hand holding the belt, I crooked my finger at her, beckoning her to me.
Her hips swayed gently as she took quiet steps to me. When she was close enough, I slid my hand behind her head and brought her to me. Fuck, she tasted sweet, like the wine she’d drunk at the restaurant. Her hands came up to my chest, fisting my undershirt.
“I’ve wanted to do that all fucking night.” I pressed my forehead to hers and breathed in her scent. The entire night, watching her enjoy her meal, smiling and talking like everything in her world wasn’t crashing down around her, I’d wanted to wipe everything off that damn table between us and kiss her. I wanted to kiss away the worry she tried to hide in her eyes. I wanted to get rid of the fear she cradled for her friend. I wanted to slash the chest open of every demon chasing her down in her dreams.
“There’s something I wanted to do since last night.” She latched onto my gaze and sank down to her knees in front of me.
“Careful what you start, Hanna.” My throat dried as she unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper down. My cock was already heavy and hard against my boxers. Still keeping her eyes on mine, she yanked my pants and boxers to my feet. I shuffled out of them, then pulled my undershirt over my head, dropping it to the floor as well.
Her eyes moved down my torso, taking in more of my ink, before landing on my cock. She wrapped her gentle hand around my shaft, sending a heated current up my spine. Fuck, her touch felt good.
“Tighter.” I touched her wrist. A growl from deep in my chest grew louder as she gripped my cock. “Open your mouth, Hanna.” I fisted her hair and dragged her head back until her mouth was lined up with the head of my dick.
She licked her lips, repositioned her knees on the carpeting, then spread her lips wide. When she brought her eyes up to mine again, my balls pulled tight. Fuck, she was perfect. I enclosed her hand with mine and pulled her toward me.
Her sweet pink tongue slipped out from her lips and traced around the head of my cock. I groaned again. She was going to kill me before I even got my cock down her throat.
“Swallow me, Hanna,” I said, dragging her forward while thrusting into her mouth. I shoved down until I passed her hot tongue and hit the back of her throat. Immediately, she choked and tried to move away, but I held her in place. Her hand yanked away, I moved mine as well. “Swallow,” I ordered. Tears built in her eyes as she looked up at me. A dark trail of her mascara trailed from the corner of her eye. It was fucking beautiful.
I pulled back enough for her to get a good breath, then I plowed forward again. She pressed her hands to my thighs. Once she was steady, I retreated again and thrust once more. Her lips snapped closed around my cock as I fucked her mouth, her throat, taking her breath and holding it before letting her get another one. She swirled her tongue beneath the head of my cock, sending me into a spiral that almost made me lose my control.
Unable to take any more of her torture, I stepped back and pointed to the bed. “Get up there.” I released her hair and watched as she scrambled up from the floor and climbed onto my massive bed.
I hadn’t intended to be rough. After taking her virginity so roughly, I wanted to be gentle with her. Ease into her and bring her to heightened arousal. But once she was on the bed, on her back, her legs spread, she put her arms out to me. My own personal siren calling me to her.
“I’m trying to go slow,” I muttered as I climbed on the bed with her, settling between her thighs.
She brushed her fingers over my bearded jaw and smiled. “Why the fuck would I want that?”
I groaned and plowed into her pussy in one powerful thrust. She moved her hands to my shoulders, sinking her nails into my skin as I bent lower and captured her mouth in another passionate kiss.
“Fuck,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Harder, Gregor. Harder.”
I bit down on her bottom lip and gave her exactly what she wanted, what I needed. The bed creaked. The headboard banged into the wall, but I still didn’t stop.
Reaching between our bodies, I pinched her clit between two fingers. She sucked in a loud breath and arched her back.
“Hmm, you like when I make it hurt?” I asked against her neck.
“Yes.” Her answer was soft, like she was testing the waters.
“I like hurting you, too, baby.” I pinched her clit again. The sweet sound of her pain brought me closer to the edge.
I hooked an arm beneath her knee and pulled her leg up until her foot rested on my shoulder. “Fuck,” I growled as her pussy gripped me even tighter.
Her eyes glossed over as I continued to plow into her without mercy. Her hands moved from my shoulders to my forearms where she held onto me.
“Do you want to come, Hanna?” I asked, nearly out of breath.
“Yes! So bad!” She nodded, her eyes flying to mine. “Please, Gregor. Please let me come.” A fast learner, my girl. I didn’t even have to make her beg.
I moved my fingers over her clit, pressing down hard and rubbing in circles until I could feel the tremors of her thigh muscles. Her pussy clamped down, became slicker.
“Fuck. Come for me. Come,” I ordered, feeling my own release barreling down on me as I fucked her harder and harder until her nails bit into my skin again and she screamed my name into the emptiness of my bedroom.
Pressing her free foot into the bed, she thrust her hips at me, riding out her orgasm while I chased after my own. Only when she quieted, when her eyes were soft, did I gently put her leg back down and pin her hips to the bed.
“Spread your legs for me, Hanna,” I commanded through gritted teeth. She pulled her legs back, wrapping them high on my waist.
“Oh. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” My balls pulled tight, electricity shot down my spine, and then there were flashes in my vision as my orgasm exploded through my body. I pumped into her over and over again, spilling my seed into her tight, hot pussy.
My lungs ached for air. Licking my dry lips, I rested my forehead on hers.
“I think you’re trying to kill me,” I said, slowly easing from her body. I grabbed a towel from my nightstand and sat beside her on the bed, still catching my breath as I cleaned her.
“Maybe you’re too old for this sort of thing?” she teased with a tired smile.
I dropped the towel to the floor, then I pulled the blankets back.
“Get in bed, Hanna, before I decide to spank the sass out of you.” I wanted to spank her anyway, for no reason other than to hear her little sighs and grunts as the leather kissed her cheeks.
She climbed beneath the blankets and settled back against the large pillows. She rolled into me and rested her chin on my chest.
“I have a lot of sass in me, Gregor. It could take more than one spanking.”
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