Unleashed: Volume 2 (Unleashed #2) by Callie Harper

full, steel length
of my cock down against her sex. She bucked underneath me, half
trying to escape but also wanting more. A throaty groan escaped from
her parted lips. Right after an orgasm, she still had to be so
swollen and sensitive.
    “Worst thing is,” I
continued, rocking my hardness against her, knowing she’d be wet
and slick for me. “I’m going to make you love it.”
    “Oh!” she cried
out, tossing her head to the side, nearly wild with it already.
    “Declan. I need you,”
Harlan called from outside.
    I need you. Got that
right. Panting, we looked at each other. I cursed and rolled off of
her. I ran a hand through my hair, pulled my shirt down and headed
out to be of service.
    Of course when I got
back she was gone.

Now
    5 a.m. I’d spent the
night tossing and turning on my looked-good but hard-as-a rock black
leather couch. Kara was sleeping soundly, alone in my sumptuous king
size bed.
    She’d been a virgin.
A fucking virgin, like in medieval tales of chastity. Were there even
24-year-old virgins in the world anymore? Apparently I’d found the
one and only. Like a unicorn.
    Crazy thing was, last
night had felt like my first time, too. That sounded like bullshit,
but taking a woman had never felt like that before. My mind had this
funny way of keeping going all the time, at night, while I worked,
even during sex. I always had 10,000 things milling around up in
there. But not with Kara. With her, all I did was feel. I’d been
100% locked-in on her and her alone, completely mesmerized by the
heat of her, the sounds she made, the way she fit me so tight and
perfect.
    She hadn’t told me
she was a virgin. She should have told me. But would it have made a
difference? A beast like me? The animal in me liked that I’d been
her first. No one else, I’d taken her. It satisfied something deep
and primal inside of me, to claim her and mark her as my own. I never
wanted her with anyone else. Now she was mine.
    Only she wasn’t, not
really, just for the week. And this wasn’t a medieval tale of a
knight and his lady. I was just the guy with a large bank account,
large enough to lure the one that got away into playing out every
dark fantasy on my list. I had a long list.
    I tossed on the hard
leather, that sofa not giving an inch. I’d never been a big
sleeper, the kind of guy who got his regular eight or nine hours
every night. But I’d learned over time how to force sleep to come
to me. Body-breaking physical exertion worked pretty well, first as a
ranch hand and then, after I’d gone from hired help to bossman, I’d
taken up working out. The adrenaline, the full-body discipline, the
soaked with sweat exhaustion I felt after an intense workout, that
usually got me down for the night. And if that didn’t do it, some
raw, nasty sex did the trick. Sometimes it took both.
    Yesterday, I’d done
both. The sex had been through the roof. With Kara Brooks. I wasn’t
big on nostalgia. Honestly, I’d devoted way more time to erasing my
past than dwelling on it. Who wanted to sit there crying into your
soup about how your daddy had run off and your mom…well. It wasn’t
right to badmouth the dead, now was it? The addictions that had
hounded her her whole life had finally caught up to her a couple of
years ago in an overdose. So, no, the past wasn’t something I liked
to think about all that much.
    But Kara Fucking
Brooks. She’d been a difficult one to forget. And now she was back.
    Sleep wasn’t going to
happen. I finally gave up and headed to my home office. I glanced
through the day’s news, watched a couple of market analysts’
podcasts, replied, filed and mostly deleted emails.
    6 a.m. Time to hit the
gym. I grabbed my bag from the closet. Sleeping beauty didn’t move
a muscle. After pounding it out for two hours, sweat dripping off of
every pore, every muscle in my body screaming out, I returned to my
penthouse. She was still asleep.
    She lay perfect in my
bed, her long golden hair splayed out