Free Ruthless by Gillian Archer Page B

the message. “Whatever you want.”
    Zag chuckled. I felt the vibrations against my neck and deep inside me. My skin broke out in a wave of goose bumps and I shivered. Zag groaned. “Cute. But not the answer I was going for.”
    He kept up his shallow thrusts and I groaned in frustration. “I don’t know what you want!”
    “I—”
Smack,
he punctuated the word with another spank. “Want.”
Smack
. “You.”
Smack
. “To answer.”
Smack.
“The fucking.”
Smack.
“Question.”
Smack.
    Even though he wasn’t giving me the deep thrusting I’d been enjoying only moments ago, the blend of pain and pleasure had me quaking around his cock and at the edge of a precipice. He must’ve sensed my imminent orgasm because suddenly he froze inside me.
    “Well?” he practically shouted.
    “Uh…y-you’ll punish me?”
    “Fuck yeah.” Apparently pleased with my answer, he gripped my hair tighter and thrust full force into me.
    My sigh of relief quickly morphed into a whimper of pleasure as two thrusts later I went over. My eyes rolled back into my head as the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt rolled through my body. My nerve endings sang as my pussy convulsed around Zag. This orgasm was more powerful than my first. A few seconds later the room echoed with his roar.
    My orgasm was so intense, I might’ve blacked out for a few seconds, because the next thing I knew we were laying in a sweaty tangle of limbs on my sofa. My chest shuddered as I fought to catch my breath. I huffed and puffed for a few moments, then grinned drunkenly up at Zag. “Wow. You really know how to show a lady a good time.”
    I’d meant it as the largest of compliments, but a shadow clouded his eyes and he looked positively ferocious.
    “I, uh, um…Zag, what’s wrong?”
    He stood up and reached down for me. “Nothing I want to fucking talk about. Which way to your bedroom?”
    I pointed the way and let him carry me back to my room.

Chapter 7
    J UNE 11
    Unlike the first time, the next morning I woke up staring into a pair of golden-brown eyes.
    And I didn’t know what to do.
    Honestly, this was the last thing I expected. Shouldn’t he have left by now? Zag hadn’t struck me as the morning-after cuddling type.
    “Morning,” I whispered.
    He closed his eyes and grunted before rolling onto his back, then away from me.
    Well, okay, then.
    I tried not to take it personally, but he was in my bed.
My
bed
. Not his or some random hotel room’s. To be honest I didn’t know how to feel about last night, but judging from his grumpiness so far, this morning was going to be strange and awkward until he got his ass out of my bed and onto his bike. I was starting to doubt if last night’s sex was really worth this morning’s awkwardness.
    Oh, who was I kidding? It so was.
    With as much dignity as possible, I escaped stark naked to the bathroom and tried not to look behind me. I didn’t want to know if he was watching my jiggling ass. It wasn’t my best side, especially in the harsh morning light—I really should’ve closed my shades last night. I slammed the door behind me and went through my morning ablutions as slowly as possible. I even brushed my hair and flossed. Unable to find anything else to do in order to waste time, I pulled on a robe and reluctantly decided to face the music, and hopefully my empty bed.
    But instead I walked smack dab into a hard chest the second I opened the door. Zag pushed past me with another one of his grunts and slammed the door behind him.
    “Help yourself,” I muttered to the empty air around me. I grabbed some clothes and hopped down the hall, still pulling my pants on. Hopefully Zag would get the idea when he returned to the empty bedroom. Fun time was over; leaving time was now.
    Deciding the best option was hiding in the kitchen and watching the coffee percolate, I did just that. Only once the blessed scent of coffee permeated the room did I relax slightly. Still, it would take at least three cups