Free Boss: Complete Box Set: A Mob BDSM Romance by Rae Lynn Blaise Page B

edge to him displaying his power. I’ve only ever gravitated towards that with one other man—the one who owned my body.
    Brushing hair from my face, I realize that my boss has stirred up my submissive past like a tornado. As much as I like it, I’m not giving in to him. Going to the door, I quickly check the handle, half expecting that he’d locked me in. But the knob turns easily in my hand.
    Relieved, I go to the bed and slip underneath the soft cotton sheets. I’m still shivering inside and out. Tears slip down my cheeks as I turn off the lamp and settle my head against the pillow. My chest feels hollow.
    I’m such an idiot. I knew better than to come here. I knew better than to think a man like him could settle for a girl like me. I knew better, and the only smart decision I made tonight was to tell him no.
    I’m suddenly tired and the bed is so comfortable that sinking into sleep is easy.
    I drift off, slightly aware of the weirdness of being in a strange place. Oddly, there are no sounds, as if the room is completely closed off from any outside noise. The silence and my own breathing ring in my ears until the last of my awareness slips away.
    I wake with a start, though it’s really a half-attempt at consciousness. Something moves on the bed, the mattress sinking next to me as warmth presses against my side. I have a tickle of alarm, but it fades as warm kisses dot along my neck. Letting out a breath, I turn my head and welcome this dream.
    The kisses increase, followed by sharp nips along my flesh. I reach out, shocked to find the silken feel of thick hair under my fingers. Sleep starts to fade as I realize I’m not dreaming. Warm flesh glides under my fingers, and the rise of muscle and dip of bone are familiar.
    “Brent,” I breathe and suddenly he’s kissing me, his tongue darting into my mouth, the flavor of his lust full on mine. I return his fervor, grabbing his hair and holding him to me. I’m panting when he pulls back.
    “What is it about you?” His low tone is curious, yet stressed. “I don’t do this. I never do this.”
    I don’t ask—I just feel as his lips move to my chest. He sucks my nipple roughly then soothes it with his tongue only to start over, again and again until I can’t take anymore. But I do—I take it, and I love it. He pushes up and his lips are on mine again. I can barely breathe but I don’t care. I part my legs as he moves over me, and I’ve barely gotten them around his hips when he thrusts into me.
    I cry out at the unexpectedness of it, but my hips press up, seeking more. Brent grabs a handful of my hair, not tugging, but hanging on.
    “It’s the past. It has to be the past. It never died, did it?” He growls in my ear. I don’t know exactly what he’s referring to, but I can guess.
    The kiss. That one, hot kiss we shared six years ago.
    His hips tilt just right so his thrusts bounce against my clit. A pleasure storm whips up inside me, each of his thrusts milking the ecstasy.
    “You don’t run from me.” He thrusts hard, his hip bones cutting into me. “You should, though. You should run far away from me, little girl.”
    I don’t run because I understand him. If it’s the darkness in him, well, there’s darkness inside me too.
    I smooth my hands over his hard ass and dig my nails into the supple, warm flesh. His heady grunt flames my lust and I give up trying to meet each pierce of his cock. I give in and let him ride me. He cups my ass and pulls me down a little more, holding me in place, taking everything.
    “Come for me.”
    I want to. Pleasure saturates me and I’m drowning in it. Suddenly, the edge of my orgasm is there, right there. The darkness looms in front of me, but I don’t run away. Not when he holds me down, not when his thrusts border on painful, not when he orders me, again, to come for him.
    The darkness looms, and I run straight into it.
    The thought propels my release and it slams through me. My eyes roll back, my entire body