Free Deep Domination (Bought by the Billionaire #2) by Lili Valente Page A

later. Every moment she spent with him was taking her a step closer to her own destruction.
    Let her think otherwise. For now. Let her think about the pleasure he gave her and the small kindnesses he showed her and let her think he was weakening. It didn’t matter what she thought; nothing had changed and nothing would ever change. No matter how many times she made him come, no matter how she excelled at getting him off, he would never soften or sway. He would stay on course until he was running her over, leaving bits and pieces of her shattered soul littering the road behind him.
    Breath coming faster, he ripped the condom open with his teeth and slid it on his pulsing length before returning both hands to Harley’s ankles and pushing her legs even farther back, until her face was framed by her muscled calves.
    “Look at me,” he ordered.
    She opened her eyes, worry and lust mixing in the blue depths.
    “You said you wanted to be so full of me there was no room for anything else,” he said as he brought the head of his cock to her opening and applied the barest teasing pressure. “In this position you will feel every inch. You’re going to feel me in your ribs. You’re going to feel me in your throat, where you’re still sore from taking me there.”
    She swallowed, but the worry faded from her expression and her tongue slipped out to dampen her lips.
    “Does that excite you?”
    Her eyes darkened as she nodded.
    “It’s going to hurt at first,” he warned, pushing a little deeper, until the head of his cock eased inside her.
    She shook her head slowly side to side.
    “It will,” he assured her, as excited by the anticipation of the first deep thrust as by her slick cunt gripping the tip of him. “I don’t plan on going slow. I’m going to take what’s mine.”
    Holding his gaze, she silently mouthed, “Then take it, sir,” and he had no choice but to give her what she’d asked for.
    He dropped his hips, plunging inside her gripping sheath with a groan. Even when she was this turned on—dripping and slick for him—they were a tight fit. Her body fought him, unable to adjust to his girth so quickly. He knew it hurt her, could see it in the way she grimaced as he kept pushing, forcing her to take every inch, until his balls were snug against her ass and his head rammed into her cervix.
    But by the time he thrust deep a third time, she was bucking into him, eager to be fucked harder, deeper, and he was happy to oblige. He rode her like he hated her—pounding her pussy until he knew she would be even more bruised—and relished the way her slick sheath nearly snapped him in two with the force of her release like he loved her. He hated the way she smiled through the pain he inflicted and loved the way she remained utterly silent as she came a second time, milking his cock into the most intense orgasm of his life.
    He came so hard the world vanished, and there was nothing but throbbing bliss and pleasure and the harmony of two bodies that fit together so perfectly.
    Twisted and misshapen and perverse, but perfect.
    She destroyed him and lifted him up to heights no man could reach alone. And he loved it and hated it and loathed himself for his weakness even as he flipped her over and began to take her again, claiming her from behind until his flaccid cock became hard and he’d fucked a third and fourth orgasm from Harley’s dripping cunt and refilled the condom with another gush of pain and pleasure.
    Love and hate.
    Him and her.
    And it was terrible. And wonderful. And by the time he’d worn her out and tucked her limp body beneath the covers he knew it was time to take the next step. He was weakening, but so was she.
    Now it was time to push her over the edge, and to show her there would be a price to pay for refusing to fall.

CHAPTER ELEVEN
    Hannah
    Hannah spent the rest of the night in the grips of the worst nightmare she’d had in years. It was one of those un-put-down-able nightmares that sent