I gasped when he picked me up and, to my shame, I steadfastly wrapped my legs around his hips. He pushed even further into me, until his length pressed harder against the front of my exposed underwear, right at the nub of my nerves. A single brush against it and my body exploded with an electric jolt of pleasure.

I was hot. Insanely hot. My body was overheated, my skin already stricken with sweat, my hair tangled, my mouth dry, and my senses burnt out. He pulled back just slightly and then ground his erection into me. I inhaled sharply as another jolt of pleasure shot up my body, encompassing me in its short-lived bliss.

He licked my lips and regarded me through hooded eyes. He ground harder into me again, and I shut my eyes briefly and let out a moan. Oh, it’d been so long. So. Damn. Long since I’d felt the warmth of another man.

But this wasn’t just another man. He was a predator that screamed strength and power and I gladly surrendered myself to the feel of him. He breathed harshly against me, licking his way along my jawline before pulling back again.

“Do it again,” he grunted out anxiously.

Confused, I opened my eyes and scanned his face. In a cloud of lust, I couldn’t understand what he meant. He was panting against me, holding me up without effort, and staring at me as if he was in desperate need of something.

Do it again. Do what again?

Under the dim light I saw his one cheek redden, and it suddenly occurred to me what he wanted.

He wanted me to slap him?

No, no, no. This would be a serious libido killer. I didn’t want to slap him! Well, I mean, I wanted to slap him, but not for pleasurable reasons and not right this very second.

My hesitation was obvious. He leaned in and licked my lips again and I hastily tried to kiss him, needing to feel more of him, but he pulled back before my lips met his.

“Do it again,” he demanded now. “Or should I continue to wave my money around and call you a whore this time to get you to–”

I slapped him. Harder than before. The same bewildered look crossed his face. His erection intensified against me and I was… confused and horny as all hell, but so confused.

I watched his cheek redden even more and his chest heaved up and down quicker. He was full blown panting as if he’d run a marathon. He wrapped his hand around my hair again, fisting it roughly against my scalp before he dove back into my mouth. I shook in his grip with the need for friction against my pelvis, and he appeased me with one rough grind that had me wrapping an arm around his neck to keep him closer to me.

I was drenched and needy, and when he painfully tugged at my hair, sending sharp pain throughout my body, I moaned unexpectedly as the pain pooled with my pleasure.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” he murmured, sucking my lip.

I shook my head, denying it.

“No?” he whispered before tugging my hair again, drawing out another hiss and a moan. “Your body says otherwise.”

Pulling my hair, he angled my head upwards so that his mouth had free access to my throat. He sucked along my skin harshly and bit, causing me to gasp and moan again. My fingers dug into his back, and he groaned and bit me harder before licking away the marks.

Holy fuck, what was happening?

He ground into me another time, and by then I was so damn horny, my entire body was tense and my legs painfully coiled around his hips.

“Fuck me,” I demanded, without thought.

“Work for it,” he retorted, lightly rubbing his erection against me.

I shook, and with one hand I clawed at his back, breaking the skin and digging into it, and with the other, I pulled at his hair, trying to force him to move his mouth to mine. When he finally relented, I wasted no time before I struck him again across the face. He growled out, his lustful eyes looking more charged than before as he kissed me, possessing my mouth, capturing my tongue until our lips were moulded together.

We were a ball of sweat when he finally decided to push off the wall and move backwards. His hand grabbed at the back of my dress, hastily pulling the zipper down while I worked my way through the buttons of his shirt, peeling it off of him.

He found my bedroom door with remarkable haste, like he’d already known the layout of my apartment. He opened the door and hurried me inside, plopping me straight down on the bed before tearing my dress off. I heard the fabric stretch and snap, and if I wasn’t so needy, I’d have mourned the damn thing.

“Fuck yeah,” he grumbled, his hands working their way up my legs as he stared at my half-naked body sprawled out before him. He was standing at the edge of the bed, burning my skin with his gaze, looking messy with his hair dishevelled and his torso bare. I shook pleasantly at the way he looked down at me, the same heated excitement on his face as if this was entirely new for him.

And maybe it was. Maybe Borden had never been struck before and enjoyed it. Whatever was the reason, I was pleased because his cock was hard and full, straining against his pants. I wanted it out. I wanted to see how big he was. I wanted to know how full he would feel inside of me. I wanted nothing more than to be pleasured. It was a selfish need made all the more exciting because it was coming from him – a dangerous man – who was treating me like I wasn’t made of goddamn glass.

“Fuck, you have a nice body,” he remarked.

I bloomed at his compliment.

He leaned over me without climbing on the bed, and rested one arm beside my head. He captured my bottom lip with his mouth, sucking it harder than before. I squirmed beneath him as he let go and worked his mouth down my body. He wasn’t soft about it. He lightly bit at my throat and below my collar bone, leaving tingles behind in the cool air. He grabbed at my breasts through the bra and squeezed as he continued his trek down my stomach and to my pelvic bone. Then he pulled back and grabbed at my hand, pulling me up so that I was standing in front of him.

“Take your bra off,” he demanded.

I wasted no time unbuckling it and slipping it off. His eyes raked my exposed chest before he gestured to my underwear.

“That too, Emma.”

I peeled it off of me and stepped back, completely nude, completely exposed, in nothing but my heels. I didn’t feel shy about my nudity. This was me, and if he didn’t want it, that was his loss.

“Twelve out of ten,” he murmured, looking over every inch of me. “Now get on your knees and unbuckle me.”

My mouth parted in surprise. I didn’t move.

“Emma,” he repeated solemnly, “do you want me to fuck you?”