Chapter 8
Elijah
A troop of men sprinted down the corridor. Big guys with thick muscles and determination in every action. All wanted one thing.
They couldn’t have her.
Time slowed. I notched myself to Bonnie’s core and linked my gaze to her furious, aroused one.
Fuck, did I like her angry. I thrust home.
Her hot body gave way to mine, and her cry of pleasure branded itself in my brain.
Her soaking wet channel squeezed me, and pleasure nearly knocked me out.
I knew this would be good. I’d sensed it. And I was fucking right.
My opponents didn’t stop. More animal than man, I tore away her dress to show the others what they’d lost. My claim. She was mine.
Groans of disappointment filled the air, and from across the room, another battle ended with a woman crying out in desire.
I dropped to my knees, sliding in and out of Bonnie’s incredible body while cradling her to keep her from the concrete floor.
I knew nothing but the perfect way she took me.
The tilt of her head when I hit a spot inside her that had her moaning.
The rest of the room fell away until it was only us and the perfect way we fit.
The siren wailed to signify the end of the game. Only then did I come back into my head and realise what I’d done.
I’d won her. She was mine.
Deep satisfaction spilled through me at my conquest. She wouldn’t look at me again, though.
I drove my fingers up her thigh and to her clit, grazing over her then circling in time to my thrusts. This first time would be quick and dirty with no finesse. I was too worked up for more. But she needed to come, too. I was starting this thing between us the way I intended it to continue.
Bonnie arched her back and grinded into my touch. My damn balls tightened.
“Eyes on me,” I ordered.
“Never.”
“Come for me.”
“I will if you can make me.”
Fuck, but that started me going like a piston. I ploughed into her, my flesh smacking hers and my dick spearing her in two. Bonnie moaned louder, uncaring that we had an audience of a lone man who wasn’t walking out with the other losers.
Abruptly, he knelt next to us and reached to touch her arm, his other hand disappearing into his slacks.
Bonnie flinched. I threw out a fist, connecting with his jaw. He crumpled to the floor, the asshole out cold.
With an abrupt cry, my claimed woman bucked and then came, her pussy tightening and constricting my dick.
I was half a second behind. A broken sound came from deep inside me, then I spilled into her and shattered into pieces.
The current of power I’d felt when touching her electrified me now, knocking me out with the best orgasm I’d ever had.
Never in my life had I done this bare. I hadn’t once experienced the desperate pleasure of filling up my woman.
Only her. I’d saved it for Bonnie without knowing she existed.
Over her, I breathed hard with my fists to the rough floor and pressed my lips to her throat. “Say my name.”
Bonnie breathed out a laugh. “Always with the orders. How about you ask mine?”
“I already know it, Bonnie Braveheart.”
At last, she turned her gaze on me. I soaked up the sight of her eyes, that contact between us staggering.
The deep desire in their depths changed into curiosity then hostility. “How?”
I brushed a lock of her hair back from her forehead. “If you thought running from me in the street would put me off, you were wrong.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Stalker.”
Inside her, my dick pulsed again. I lazily thrust into her, enjoying the instant return to pleasure. We were so compatible.
“Call it what you like. I needed to know so I found out.”
She shoved at my shoulder, the one without the bloody scratch from her spiked heel. “Then I’m not crazy. You followed me in here. Deny it.”
“Why would I?”
Bonnie fought against me. I fucked her until my dick was fully hard again then stood with her in my arms. We needed to leave as everyone else had done, but I wasn’t about to stop doing my new favourite thing on the way.
“You’re mine. Don’t forget that. Thirty days and nights. Mine whenever I want. But just as sure, I’m yours, too.”
“I don’t want you.”
I ignored the sting of rejection, the cool night air wrapping around us when we emerged to cheering crowds.
“You will.”
I came inside her for a second time, draped over my car, an audience whooping us on, and with one decision in my brain.
She’d want me as much as I wanted her by the last date of our commitment. I’d make sure of it.