Forced: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (The Blackthorn Brothers Book 1) by Cali MacKay

fuck me. That he’d take me even as I fought him off, because in some twisted way, it would give me what I wanted without me having to admit it. And yet he knew me so well…knew exactly what I wanted, even if he didn’t understand why I was so fucked up. “Not that you really want me to let you go. Do you, Wren?”
    I struggled against him as I leaned forward and caught his mouth in a greedy kiss, our tongues clashing as he shifted both my wrists to one hand and pinched my nipple with the other, making me gasp.
    It was like my body was trying to make up for the last eight years of being apart, last night’s adventures only acting as a reminder of how amazing it was to be on the receiving end of Ash’s affections. Even when I’d been with other men—or women—Ash was still the only one I’d been able to think of, no matter who I’d been with. Ash had always known what I needed, and he’d never made me feel uneasy about the things that turned me on, though I had more than enough guilt and shame on my own.
    But then Ash pulled away from our kiss, though he’d yet to let me go. “Tell me this is what you want, Wren. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
    “You know exactly what I want.”

 
     
     

     
    Fucking hell… I knew exactly what she had in mind, and the truth was I didn’t think I’d be capable of holding back much longer. From the moment I set eyes on her back at her place, the years apart evaporated in a heartbeat, leaving me with an insatiable hunger so I could think of nothing but fucking her over and over and over again.
    I let go of her, but only to strip her naked, roughly pulling her clothes from her body, my cock aching at the sight of her. She was so fucking gorgeous—but first, there was a score to settle. Grabbing her hips, I flipped her onto her stomach, landing her on all fours as my hand connected with her ass cheek as I slapped her ass hard enough to have her crying out. “That’s for thinking about trying to run away—yet again.”
    “Just so you know, I fucking hate—” The next slap stole her words, falling harder than the first, and though she may be cursing me to hell, I knew she was enjoying every minute of it, the sharp sting of pain melting into an overwhelming pleasure as her sweet cunt went wet for me and she finally finished her sentence. “You.”
    I ran my hand over her hot skin to soothe it, letting my fingers dip into her slick heat, loving how she moaned and pushed back against my hand. I pulled free of her body and slapped her ass again and again, my cock so hard it throbbed, desperate to sink into her. Her backside was mottled red with my handprints, and when I ran my tongue over the markings and blew on them to help ease the sting, I swore, Wren nearly came.
    Grasping her hips, I plunged into her, burying myself in her tight cunt with one thrust, her gasp only urging me on. I wrapped her thick, long hair around my fist and pulled her head back so I could feast on her neck, nipping my way to her shoulder as I pounded into her, pulling back, long and slow between thrusts. “You’re mine, Wren. But you’ve always been mine…haven’t you?”
    She cursed in frustration, but gave me the answer I was wanting, the words seemingly wrenched from her. “Always . ”
    I loved hearing her say it, especially when we were supposed to be getting married, though we were clearly a long way off from smooth sailing. Not that I could think of anything but fucking her at this moment. The energy of my orgasm was building, racing through me as I tried to rein it in, wanting to prolong the moment. And yet I knew that she was close to coming, too, as she tried to quicken our pace, her needy cries escaping her lush lips with each thrust. “Don’t you dare, love. You don’t get to come until I give you permission. Am I making myself clear?”
    She looked over her shoulder at me with a defiant glare. “And what are you going to do about it if I come, huh?”
    “So cheeky.” I