Camouflage (Predator and Prey #1) by Angelica Chase

the mattress.
    “Answer me, Taylor.” He pushed in again and took all of my good sense as I gave him my one word answer.
    “Both,” I begged as he hit me again and again, fucking me hard, leaving my throat dry with wordless cries.
    “You want to be dominated, that is why you go to a club and beg for it, no?” his question dripped with sarcasm as he swiveled his hips, making sure I felt every single movement. “You like to play with little boys who demand your obedience and tickle your little cunt with feathers. This is the kind of man you need?”
    “Oh, God.” I braced myself against the sheer force of him as he drove in hard, deep, and punishing.
    “Fucking amateurs,” he hissed as he gripped my hips and pulled me off the bed, holding all my weight as he jackhammered his hips until I screamed. “Do you not agree?”
    “Daniello,” I pleaded as he stroked hard and I buckled and crashed under him. He didn’t let up as he continued his taunt. “Ah, are you begging, Taylor?”
    More rough pounding with precision had my whole body wound tight, and I felt myself tremble as he hit me again where I needed him. I succumbed and felt my release coat him and wash my thighs. I’d never come so hard and chanted my praise.
    “I feel that you agree with me,” he whispered as he slowed to a stop, setting my legs down and lifting my upper body so I was on all fours. Pushing his fingers into me, he captured my orgasm between them and rubbed it over me as he continued. “I need no feathers.”
    “Daniello,” I whispered, exhausted but wanting more, needing more.
    “I like the way my name falls from your lips.” I felt the heat of his hands as he massaged my back in slow circles. “A good lover does not need to ask permission.” Daniello’s touch ignited me further, and even after two powerful orgasms, I pushed my ass out, seeking more from him.
    “We will do this my way, and my way only. Where I choose, when I say, understood?” I moaned as his fingers curled inside of me, drawing out more. I buckled slightly and he slapped my pussy hard in warning.
    “Understood, Taylor Ellison?”
    “Yes,” I conceded, still on fire.
    “You have pleased me this morning.” I felt his cock brush my thigh as he continued to rub the muscles of my back, leaving me sinking into him.
    I didn’t need time to realize he was exactly right. A good lover didn’t need permission. In that moment, I was willing to do whatever the hell he wanted, and do it with enthusiasm.
    Lover was suddenly a powerful word. And the clear definition was behind me now, making me feel even more powerful with each stroke of his hand.
    He moved to lie down and I instantly hovered, aligning my tingling center to his greedy stiff cock.
    “Make me crave you, Taylor,” he whispered as our eyes locked.
    I sunk slowly down, reveling in the feeling. The friction was unbelievable as I dug my nails into his chest. Daniello’s eyes closed briefly at our connection before opening. I basked in the intensity for only a moment before I began to move my hips.
    This wasn’t just sex. It was an experience.
    I rode him hard, showing my appreciation as he controlled me only slightly with his hands on my sides.
    “Let go,” he ordered as he looked up at me and my controlled movements. I let my head fall back and did as I was told as our bodies crashed together.
    “Taylor,” he hissed as his cock jerked inside of me with his release. His resignation pushed me over and I braced myself as the wave hit me. Daniello sat up quickly as I began to come, taking my mouth and my moans. In his kiss, I felt something powerful: need, passion, and tenderness. My moaning continued as his kiss softened and his hands soothed me, covering me from my shaking shoulders to my quivering hips. Our tongues did our bidding in place of words as we took and took until both of us were forced to take a breath. I gasped as our lips parted, seeing recognition in his eyes as he pulled away.
    Exhaustion