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themselves. The second they entered the room she was in his arms, and he stripped the dress from her with

rough hands. He almost tugged her head off with the ferocity he used to undress her. His sure fingers undid

the clasp of her bra and whisked it off, sent it flying to the floor. She stepped out of her sandals, groaned

when he pulled the band from her hair and let it free and she stood before him, naked and vulnerable and

suddenly unsure.

“Lie back on the bed and spread your legs.” His quiet command made her turn around, and she

studied him as he stood in the shadows. “Do it, Scarlett.”

Without a word, she went to the bed and laid across it flat on her back, her legs spread wide and bent

at the knees, feet planted firmly. She was on display just for him, showing everything. He went to the foot

of the bed, studying her with an intensity that made her want to close her legs and turn away from him.

He’d flicked a light on but it was dim. She liked to watch, but she didn’t much like to demonstrate,

not like this. Especially the first time she was with a man. It made her defenses rise, and she breathed deep

and slow, trying to calm her rioting nerves.

“So pretty,” he sighed. “Just like I knew you would be.”

He went down on his knees and reached for her, his hands wrapping around her hips and sliding her

down the bed until her ass was nearly hanging off the edge. He grabbed her legs, draping first one over his

shoulder, then the other, bringing her pussy right in front of him.

His eyes caught hers, darkened when they locked on her face. He reached out, drew his hand across

her stomach, fingers skimming lightly over her sensitive skin. Goose flesh rose in his wake, dotting her

everywhere and she shivered. “I won’t hurt you.”

It spilled out of her before she could stop it. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

The dark expression that crossed his face didn’t lie. He was angry. He didn’t like that she kept

bringing this stuff up. “Stop saying that.”

“Why? Because it’s true?” Why couldn’t she stop? Why did she act this way every time she got

scared, felt vulnerable?

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“Fuck you,” he whispered, his breath blowing hot and damp against her sensitive pussy.

Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip. He didn’t back down and neither did she.

“Why do I like you so damn much when you treat me like such shit?” He touched her, his fingers

threading through her scant pubic hair, circling and teasing, sliding lower and lower.

She tilted her hips, trying to get him where she wanted him. Yeah, this was better when he was angry

with her and not making her feel so damned scared. “You’re a sick pervert?”

“A sick pervert for you.” He pressed the softest kiss to the top of her slit, his tongue darting out to lick

and tease.

Ooh.
The tip of his tongue dabbed at her clit, making her shiver. He teased and taunted, slid first one,

then a second finger deep inside her, curling them and bumping her G-spot. She moaned and moved against

his hand. Her fingers curved around his head, curled into his short hair. Silky soft hair rubbed against her

thigh as he tilted his head and changed his position. She gasped at the sensation.

Too many sensations, all of them heady, mesmerizing, making her weak and she closed her eyes,

desperate to take note. To remember. For later.

Later when he wasn’t with her anymore and she became just another statistic on the long list of

Trevor Braxton conquests.

He played with her clit, circling again and again, sucking it between his lips. Her hips lifted off the

mattress, a whimper escaping her and the low rumble of pleasure she felt against her pussy made her

stomach clench.

She was close to tumbling over that edge. Her skin felt tight, nerve endings stretched beyond their

limits. Stars sparkled beneath her lids, white and twinkling and bright. She bit her lip, concentrated on the

way he licked, finger fucked her into oblivion…

And then he was gone, his mouth and his fingers moving away from her, leaving her quivering and

breathless and empty.

Her eyes whipped open to find him staring down at her, his lips glistening with her juices, his eyes

glittering with anger. He watched her, didn’t say a word, just stared at her with a ferocious expression that

made her tummy twist into knots.

“What…what are you doing?” She tried to muster up some anger but the way he watched her quite

frankly made her nervous.

“Punishing you for being mean to me.” His voice was low and dark. She’d never heard him sound like

that before.

“I was just teasing.”

“Well now so am I.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I didn’t take you for being selfish in bed.”

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“I’m not. I’ve been told more than once I’m a very generous lover.” He paused, his lips quirking into

a smirk. “But of course, we’re not lovers, are we?”

She felt her words come back at her like a smack across the face. “So you’re not going to let me

come.”

“Oh, I might. Eventually.” He sounded so nonchalant the nervousness left her, and she was tempted to

hit him. “Depends on if you can be a nice girl.”

“I’m not a girl.” She spat the words at him and propped herself on her elbows, crawling backwards up

the bed and away from him.

He followed, damn him. Stalked her like a wild beast about to jump its prey. He moved up the

mattress and over her body, his erect cock nudging against her belly when he finally settled over her. His

hands pressed on either side of her head, his gaze locked on hers.

She should be furious. Her body was strung tight, her clit pulsed, her nipples ached. She needed that

climax, she’d been close and he’d taken it away like a pissed off parent took away a naughty child’s

beloved toy.

But she wasn’t mad. If possible she was even more aroused, beside herself that he was close, hanging

above her, about to be inside her. What would it feel like, having that incredible cock filling her, becoming

a part of her for one blessed moment? Would he thrust deep and take her roughly? Or would he be gentle

and slow and drive her crazy?

Anticipation curled through her and without thought she reached out, trailed her fingers down his

damp chest. A fine sheen of sweat made his golden skin glisten, and she wanted to lick him, taste the

musky saltiness of his flesh.

So she did, earning a wretched groan from Trevor that rang in her ears and clamored throughout her

body.

“Don’t touch me,” he said tightly, pushing her back onto the mattress with one finger to her shoulder.

Scarlett went down, stared up at him in shock. “Why don’t you want me to touch you?”

“Because I’m mad at you. I don’t want you to try and make me feel good. I don’t want you to say or

do things you don’t mean either.”

“I…” She paused, searching for the right thing to say. And she couldn’t find it.

“Right. Don’t say a word, don’t touch me.” He bent and kissed her forehead, her temple, her cheek.

“Just let me fuck you.”

“What?” Okay, this was getting weird. What was he doing to her? What did he want from her?

“Shut up.” He kissed her, punished her with his mouth. His lips, tongue and teeth were everywhere,

stealing her breath, stealing her thoughts and she took his anger, swallowed it. Tears stung the corners of

her eyes, and she blinked them away. This wasn’t a time for tears.

This was a time for her to take the punishment she deserved.

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Trevor should’ve gotten up and pushed Scarlett away. Walked her to her car and sent her home. The

woman clearly couldn’t stand him despite the way her body reacted so readily to his.

But she treated him terribly. And fuck if he knew why.

The blowjob had been amazing. She’d sucked his dick like she actually enjoyed it and half the reason

he blew so fast had been her enthusiasm. He knew when a woman liked to go down on a man, all men did.

Many women treated it as an obligation, a tit for tat action that most men didn’t mind returning.

Other women hated it, treated oral sex like something dirty and disgusting.

Not Scarlett, that was for sure.

Something had changed right after the blowjob, and he was unsure of what. A glint shone in her eyes

and that same old defensiveness had returned. It was an act, it had to be some sort of act she used to protect

herself. From what, he didn’t know.

But it was an act that hurt, cut like a knife right to the bone. And Trevor was tired of it. He wanted her

to have a taste of her own medicine.

The kiss he’d given her had been brutal, and she’d taken it. The way he’d talked to her had been cruel,

and she’d accepted it. She watched him, her expression wary and her body restless beneath his. His cock,

already hard and unyielding, pushed against her stomach, left a trail of pre-come across her skin. He

reached between them, rubbed the liquid into her soft belly.

“Lick them,” he demanded when he brought his fingers to her mouth.

She did as he requested, her pretty little tongue darting out and licking his fingers clean. He groaned,

shoved two fingers deeper into her mouth, and she sucked them much as she’d sucked his dick.

“Can you taste me?” She nodded at his question. “Do you taste yourself?” She nodded again, and he

growled, thrust his fingers in and out of her wet mouth. “Your pussy tasted fucking delicious. Are you mad

I didn’t give you an orgasm?”

Another nod and she whimpered when he withdrew his fingers from her mouth. Reaching across the

bed, he opened the drawer on the bedside table and pulled out a condom. He tore at the wrapper and tossed

it on the tabletop before lifting away from her and sheathing himself.

“Well if you’re a good girl, I’ll give you what you want.” He thrust into her without any preparation,

just plunged inside that hot, tight pussy with all he had until he filled her to the hilt. “Will you be a good

girl, Scarlett?”

“Yes,” she whispered, arching against him, sending his cock deeper. Both of them groaned, the

desperate sounds mingling together much like their bodies.

“Fuck, you feel amazing.” But that was no surprise. He knew she’d feel amazing, and she didn’t

disappoint. Hot, swollen tissues clung to his cock, dragged against him as he slowly pulled out and then

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thrust back in. Her legs snuck around his hips, her heels digging into his ass and her arms circled around his

neck.

He loved the way she clung to him, as if she didn’t want to let go. He loved the sounds she made,

sweet little sighs, low groans when he went particularly deep, her breathing accelerated, panting close to his

ear. She was sweaty, her damp body rubbed against his and the scent of arousal, sex filled the air.

“I’m going to fuck you hard,” he whispered in her ear. “And I know you can take it.”

She nodded, another whimper escaping her, and he began to move in earnest, his hips slapping against

hers, going balls deep and she cried out.

Trevor stilled within her body, swallowing hard when he felt the rhythmic clench of her inner walls

around his cock. “Scarlett. Did I hurt you?” Hell, he wasn’t a total asshole. The last thing he wanted to do

was damage this woman.

He liked her too damn much.

She shook her head, her wild damp curls smacking him in the face. “No. Go deeper, Trevor. Harder.

Please.”

He did as she requested, fucking her with wild abandon and yet also great care. He didn’t want to hurt

her, but it felt so good to pound deep into that tight little body. Her breasts bounced, nipples pink and hard

and begging for his touch, and he ducked his head. Sucked first one, then the other into his mouth, biting

the little bit of distended flesh, making her squeal.

“Oh yes,” she murmured, and he knew for sure his Scarlett enjoyed a little pain, a little punishment.

Her pussy was so wet it made a delicious juicy suctioning sound with his every withdrawal. He reached

between them, his fingers finding her distended clit, rubbing and flicking and pinching it and she stilled

beneath him, her agonized cry beautiful as she came all over his cock.

“Ah fuck yeah, baby, you deserved that little prize,” he whispered in her ear as he bent over her, his

own orgasm barreling down upon him. “You are so good, Scarlett. So fucking tight.”

“Trevor,” she whispered, her arms squeezing him, her body still quivering beneath his. “Come,

Trevor. Please.”

“Jesus, Scarlett.” It roared over him, shooting up his spine, shooting from his balls and through his

cock until he erupted with a shout. He came, the come wrenched from his body and spilling into the

condom as he shuddered over her again. And again. And again.

She encouraged him with murmured words and soft touches, her hands gliding over his back, his ass,

her mouth hot and damp against his ear. He cried out, a pitiful sound to his ears, and he slumped against

her, amazement filling him at what just happened.

The mother fucking orgasm of all orgasms. He didn’t know whether to scream with joy or run like

hell. Far and fast from this infuriating, fascinating, sexy as hell woman.

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Chapter Six

Scarlett sat in a rounded booth with Austin’s girlfriend Michaela and her best friend Carly, all three