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the side and lowered her to the rug. His biceps flexed against his taut skin as he raised his body over her. “Open your legs, wide.” His gray eyes lit with lust as he plunged his huge dick inside her. Just the tip at first, then he felt it sinking deeper inside her. All thought and control left him. He fucked her with fast strokes. In and out he slid, panting. Heather whimpered under him, verging on another orgasm.
    Ryan placed his hands under her tight ass, lifting her slightly. The change of angle made his strokes rub her at just the right spot, deep inside. She felt her whole vagina contract as she clenched around Ryan. She screamed out her orgasm, oblivious to everything else. Ryan felt her squeeze him hard as he penetrated her again and again. Suddenly, he was shuddering, his orgasm coming with violence. He kept moving his hips, grinding over her, never wanting it to end.
    He saw the just-fucked look in her eyes and kissed her softly on the lips. He rolled beside her and curled her up in his arms so her head rested on his shoulder. His other hand reached out to stroke her cheek. “You belong with me,” he whispered. She sighed and nuzzled him. “I’m yours, Ryan.” And she had no doubt.
    Passion Shattered – Part III
    1 – The Painting
    Heather felt like her heart and soul were in the painting she’d spent so many hours creating for Ryan Spencer Blake to display in his opulent wine cellar. When he’d first described what he wanted, it had touched her. “Passionate” would be the only way she could describe it.
    Funny , she thought, how he has such a reputation for being a womanizer. I guess in Hollywood every star is the subject of gossip. She was sure the stories had been exaggerations. Still, she never quite relaxed about the story of Ryan’s engagement to Christina Levain.
    He told her that it was falsely leaked to the press, that he’d never intended to marry the beloved star. Yet Heather wondered if such a story could be completely untrue. Something must have given that idea to Christina.
    Looking at the finished painting made her heart soar. It was probably her best work. She was sure it was exactly what Ryan had in mind. She couldn’t wait to show him. For now, it was safely stored in her studio.
    The silence of her thoughts was broken by a male voice, and not the one she wanted to hear. Panic clenched her throat and she was unable to respond.
    “Heather, are you in the studio?” The deep baritone voice intimidated her, like it always had. She froze.
    “Heather?” Suddenly, his face was in the doorway. She felt violated. He had come downstairs and was in her private studio.
    “I took my key back,” She choked out. “How did you get in here?”
    He was handsome, she’d give him that. No wonder she’d fallen for him. He was tall and lean, always well dressed, but way too conservative, she’d found out later. Being an attorney suited him. In fact, she had often felt on trial when she was around him. He really had a nerve to speak to her as if he were welcome in her home.
    “I had a copy made,” he confessed with an evil grin. He assumed too much. Just like when they were together, he felt she should change to suit him. Well, she wouldn’t dress how he liked or socialize at his boring parties. Nor would she change her art for him, and that was what made him so angry.
    “Okay, so you’re here. Now leave. “ She thought of the heartache she’d suffered because of this man. It was like him to return, just when she’d been able to put that relationship behind her.
    “You still have several boxes of papers I need. The case is coming up this month.” He took a couple of steps closer to the canvas to appraise her art. The look of dismay on his face was obvious.
    “You should have called. I’ll have them delivered to you,” she said in a shaky voice. The closer he stood to the painting, the more upset she became.
    “I see you haven’t changed,” he said acidly. “What kind of trash