His Prize (The Cleaners Book 1) by Doris O'Connor

which meant she would have taken anything for him right now.
    When he at long last seemed satisfied that she was back to normal, and having freed her out of all restraints, he surprised her again, by fetching a warm wash cloth from the bathroom. By the time he’d tenderly washed her down, Susie could barely keep her eyes open.
    Ren laughed when she yawned out loud, and climbing back into bed with her, spooned his big body around her in a lover’s embrace that seemed utterly out of sorts to the odd relationship they seemed to be having. Could you call this a relationship at all?
    “Stop overthinking things, and go to sleep, pumpkin.” Ren’s gentle admonishment freed her of the thoughts swirling in her brain, and sighing she relaxed into the cuddle he offered. “That’s my girl. We’ll talk in the morning. It’s been one hell of a day, and I need my sleep.”
    His even breathing told her that he must have fallen asleep almost immediately, and soothed by his presence Susie, too, eventually drifted back off again. Nightmares plagued her sleep however. Cruel, twisted images of Ren covered in blood, and doing unspeakable acts to God only knew who. Brian’s sneering face also loomed large. In her dreams he had come for her, and Ren handed her over to him with a smirk. Gasping for breath she woke up, only to find Ren awake and watching her.
    “Let it go, pumpkin. I told you I took care of your problems, didn’t I?” His firm lips kicked up into a grim smile, when she whispered Brian’s name.
    “Yeah, he’s fish food, baby, as are most of his goons. It was rather satisfying to clean house, and I’ll have to thank that judge for putting him out on bail. Made getting to the fucker that much easier, especially as I prefer to work with my hands. He squealed like a fucking girl in the end. I should have filmed it to show you really.”
    Susie shook her head and swallowed convulsively to stop herself from being sick, especially as there was no mistaking the hard rod prodding against her thigh. Violence seemed to turn Ren on, and that should terrify her. However her mind might scream at the wrongness of it all, her body wasn’t listening. Not when Ren looked at her with that hooded, lustful expression, and rubbed his thumb over her rapidly hardening nipples. Still sore from his earlier attention to them, the slight abrasion of his calloused pad sent shivers of need across her body, and her breathing sped up. Ren pushed one of his thighs between hers, and everything inside of her tensed, when the action meant the thick head of his cock slid through her pussy lips.
    “Always so fucking wet for me, girl.”
    With that he slid into her body, and Susie moaned at the feel of his large shaft stretching her. Slowly and with surprising tenderness, Ren took ownership of her body again, while he claimed her mouth in a kiss.
    “Relax, baby, let me in.”
    The soothing command was all she needed to let go, and Susie’s breathing sped up in tune to his thrusts in and out of her. Unlike his earlier claim, this was a slow, tender coupling that only served to further scramble her brains. Every thrust and retreat made her sink further into his ownership, and when he reached around and flicked her clit with his thumb, Susie shuddered her release. Only then did Ren flip her over. Pinned under his body weight, he brought her arms up, and clasping their fingers together, he surged back into her.
    Driving deep on every down stroke he pounded her into the mattress, while holding her gaze, and he murmured his approval, when she brought her legs up. Pushing down on his calves she lifted her hips up to meet him halfway, and the tingles of need started again. Ren smirked at her needy moan, and shifted slightly until he hit her sweet spot with every thrust.
    “Let go for me, pumpkin. One more time. Show me how much my sweet little cunt wants my cock. That’s it. So fucking good.”
    The dirty words, panted as they were, as he lost control proved