Made: A Bad Boy Romance (Bad Boy Games) by Danielle Slater, Allegra Ryan Page A

arms. I arch my back as he brings me closer to the edge, closer and closer and then he stands, grinning. He stopped too soon, on purpose.
    I want to come so bad, but I forgot—he’s in charge.
    His cock is mine. I fist him, stunned at the girth and why not? Everything about him is big. “I’ve only guessed a few things about Harley & Sweet,” I say as I stroke his huge length. “It’s all just speculation. I don’t know anything for certain. Nothing except this.” I squeeze him hard and start to kneel so I can take him in my mouth. He stops me and kisses a trail along my shoulder and wraps his arms around me.
    I’m not a small woman. He lifts me easily and thrusts his cock between my legs. “This is all your fault,” he says, still holding me as if I weighed no more than a child.
    “You’re saying I did this to you?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Because you had to question me about the phone and what Caylee told me? Just doing your job, yeah?”
    “That, too.”
    He lowers me gently onto the desk, and I lay back, my legs spread wide for him, my pussy throbbing with need. I’m so wet I’m probably flooding the desktop. As if to make sure, his thick fingers thrust inside me, first one and then another with his thumb circling my clit.
    I gasp, feeling helpless under wave after wave of pleasure.
    “You love knowing how you turned me on. You like turning men on, don’t you?”
    His fingers control me. All I can do is moan and beg for more.
    “Would you put on a pair of red shoes?” he asks.
    “If it means you’ll fuck me.”
    My answer angers him. I can feel it in his hands, the way they tighten on my flesh, the way his cock trembles. He’s on the far edge of control now, ready to break. Moisture gleams on the dark red head of his cock. I lift my hips to him, begging wordlessly for what only he can give me.
    When I think he’s going to plunge into me, he pulls away and steps back from the desk, leaving me spread-eagled.
    “You have no idea what you’re doing.”
    I push up on my elbows, stunned.
    “You’re like all the others, but I’ve got news for you, there isn’t $10K in it for you. I’m just going to fuck you.”
    “I didn’t think—”
    “Yeah, that’s right. That’s the problem. You’re like all the others in that way, too. You don’t fucking think .”
    There’s no way he could know it, but I think too much.
    I slide off the desk and fumble on the floor for my clothes, ready to get out of here no matter how badly my pussy aches for him. He pushes me down. His hand slams against my ass.
    “What!”
    “You need to be taught a lesson.”
    “What the hell? You’re crazy. I’m out of here.”
    “Not yet, you’re not.”
    I was almost on all fours hunting for my bra, but then he pushes me into position.
    “I’m going to teach you a lesson you won’t forget.” His expression has gone to a dark and scary place.
    “No, please, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
    But it’s too late. I’m kneeling on the floor, and he’s behind me, whacking me on my cheeks with his big hand. Strangely, it doesn’t hurt and only turns me on more. God help me, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. No matter what he does to me, I only want more. My head hangs between my arms. Shame and excitement mix and blend until I don’t know what I’m feeling, only that if I don’t get his cock inside me soon I’m going to die right here on the floor.
    When his blows slow and turn into strokes again, I wiggle my hips slowly in a kind of dance.
    He groans. I turn my head and see that he’s stroking himself. I want to offer to do that for him, but realize it might not be the smartest thing to speak right now. There’s some kind of battle going on inside him, one that might turn deadly if I stupidly attempt to intervene. Instead, I let my body roll to the side until my shoulders are on the floor, my knees to the side and slightly raised. I take a nipple between my fingers and tweak it, all the while staring at