Free Wicked Game by Scarlett Sanderson

mind. The intense pressure made her tremble. She shuddered, wanting more, needing him to move. She’d never felt so full. So naughty, like a good girl gone bad.
    “Don’t come. Don’t you dare fucking come.” His rough tone had her fighting for control.
    He began to move. Not slow, steady movements but deep, hard thrusts. If he hadn’t been holding her hair she would have moved forward with the force.
    He fucked her. Used her. Left her in no doubt she belonged to him, body and mind. Only he could make her feel like this. He’d freed her soul. She would never be the same.
    He fucked her with frenzy. His cock pistoned inside her, the tip dragged across her G-spot. She quivered, moved higher and higher toward the peak. Her breasts bounced as he pounded into her. She coated his shaft. Her juices dripped onto the floor. The air was filled with sucking sounds, grunts and flesh slapping against flesh. She didn’t care.
    “Come. Come for me now.”
    At his words, she flew apart. Her mouth opened but no sound escaped. Her cunt clenched, dragged his cock in, locked him inside. Her walls convulsed as she came. He roared in her ear and gave a few jerky pumps. The intensity pushed her over the edge. Her mind shut down. She entered a place of serene euphoria where only she and Dom existed.
    She was vaguely aware of him whispering soothing words, unshackling her ankles, scooping her up in his arms. She nuzzled against his neck as he carried her somewhere. She wasn’t completely conscious.
    Something sweet was on her lips. He was making her drink. She swallowed instinctively. The cool, tangy liquid soothed her burning lungs.
    He was lifting her again. She moaned. Her skin felt so sensitive, even the softest touch electrified her.
    He submerged her in warm water and got into the tub behind her. She settled back against him.
    “Ruth. Talk to me, sweetheart.”
    “Hmmm.”
    The washcloth abraded her skin but she knew it was necessary. The water soothed her ass cheeks. He washed her clean, tended her needs. She wanted to sleep, close her eyes and curl against him.
    He stroked her hair, murmured to her. She didn’t remember what he said.
    Finally, after what seemed like hours, he got out the tub, helped her stand and toweled her dry. She blinked rapidly before focusing on him. Even now, after hours of pleasurable torture, her body responded to his nakedness.
    When she was dry, he carried her to a bedroom. His bedroom. He laid her facedown and began to rub cooling gel onto her ass.
    She whimpered but allowed him to continue. Consciousness was returning. She felt as if she was coming down from a potent high.
    He lay behind her, spooned her and pulled the covers over them. She snuggled against him, reveled in his strength, heat and comfort. He wrapped his arm around her waist and placed a kiss on her hair.
    “Ruth. Talk to me, please. Did I go too far? Did I hurt you?”
    She swallowed a few times, moistened her dry lips. “No. Never. It was…” How could she ever describe what it was?
    “Yeah, I know. I was worried I’d pushed you too far.”
    She squeezed his arm. How could she explain she felt amazing? Loved and cared for yet oddly free and settled at the same time. “You didn’t. It was exactly what I’ve been dreaming about for years.”
    “I know.”
    She froze. He knew? “How?”
    “I heard you talking to Hope in the coffee shop. It was then I realized you might be able to handle the fact I like to dominate women. I knew it was a risk but I’ve wanted you for so damn long.”
    Ruth smiled. He had heard them! She’d wondered if he had.
    “So I made a plan. Told Ethan. He threatened to kick my ass if I hurt you.”
    She chuckled. “You did hurt me. But in a good way.”
    “I want more, Ruth. I love you. No more games. No more playing. You and me. I want us. All the time. Can you handle that?”
    Her heart flip-flopped. It was what she’d been hoping for all along. She’d always wanted Dominic. She’d always