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  “Something like that.”

  I wish I could read his mind the way he seems to read mine! He’s playing me somehow. It almost seems too good to be true. I sleep with him and he lets me talk to Layla.

  Then again, it’s a nightmare. What if he’s like Tony? Would I put myself through another terrible night if it meant finding Natalie?

  Without a doubt. But that doesn’t mean I’d want to or go in blind the way I did with Tony. “I get to be in charge?” I ask uneasily. “Even if I whip you, you won’t whip me?”

  “I won’t hurt you, Alisha, unless you ask me to.”

  “Like anyone would …” I drift off, laughing uncomfortably. He’s flat out said I can hurt him. “Is this for real or did I just not wake up?”

  “It’s real. Take it or leave it.”

  My mouth is dry. I’ve been ogling his amazing body since I met him several weeks ago, but this … this is just a little crazier than I’m used to.

  “Keep the whip if it makes you feel better.” He’s trying not to smile, no doubt laughing at me silently. “If I do something you don’t like, smack me. If I do something you do like, smack me anyway.”

  “What’s the catch? Tomorrow you go back to treating me like shit?”

  “It won’t mean anything, if that’s what you’re asking.”

  It was. I hate the look on his face, the one that says poor little Alisha doesn’t get out much if she can’t figure out what’s going on. A one night stand in exchange for talking to Layla. No strings attached sex for the ability to find my best friend. I know he’ll talk to Layla and ask about Natalie, even if I don’t agree to this.

  But I want this so bad … I want him and I want to talk to Layla first. I want to find my friend and escape before Elijah or George can stop us.

  “I’ll think about it,” I say finally. “The whip stays with me.” I return inside, warm for more reasons than the bright Nijalan sun. “Did you learn anything else today?”

  “Nothing.” George peels off his jacket as he enters and heads towards his bedroom. He’s got the white shirt beneath stripped off before he’s through the door.

  He doesn’t bother closing it and instead, unfastens his belt and removes his pants.

  “Not even how the guy who attacked me is?”

  He pauses before tossing the pants on the end of the bed. He’s wearing tight black briefs that outline the shape of his tight, perfect ass. I can’t look away from his long, thick thighs or the muscular back.

  “No,” he answers. The tight note in his tone makes me stare at the back of his head. He disassembles my nest, collects the laptops and moves them onto the dresser before replacing the pillows where they belong.

  “Did you check?” I ask, moving to the doorway with a frown.

  “No. I don’t intend to.”

  “Why?”

  “Why do you care?” He glances over his shoulder at me before facing me.

  He’s got a hard on. I wrench my gaze from the thick shape of his dick straining against his underwear. My face grows warm. “I don’t. Just … felt bad.” I move away from his doorway, too aware of how much he turns me on.

  “Sympathy for someone trying to hurt you will only get you killed,” he warns, following me a short distance.

  “Sympathy is something we silly humans do,” I snap. “I guess you assassins don’t give a shit about anyone else.” I smack a pillow with the whip in emphasis, unwilling to face him when he’s mostly naked. I can’t get his offer out of my head. I wish so much that I was like him, that I’d never met Tony, because I’d fuck George without a second thought then. I’m trapped by my own fear, and I hate that. I whack the pillow again.

  George takes my hand in his, and I freeze. A second later, his chest is at my back, his other hand on my hip, and his erection grazing my ass. “It’s all in the wrist,” he says. He takes the whip from me and demonstrates. When he does it, it sounds painful.

  I take it back from him. I don’t want to move – and yet I know I should. The pit of my belly is a furnace, my pussy uncomfortably wet already. “You’re serious about letting me talk to Layla?”

  “I am.”

  “And about being in charge? If I tell you to leave me alone or to stop, you’ll do it?”

  “Yes.” He makes no move to touch me again, but I can feel his heat at my back. It’s melting me from the inside.

  “I really want to talk to Layla.” I can’t believe I’m considering it.

  I also can’t believe I’m not sprawled out on the bed begging him to fuck me. He has this baffling effect on me. I know I can’t trust him but I want him almost too much to care. I consider the agony of the past two weeks, of being dumped once we arrived and how much I wished I’d taken a chance with him. What better way to show Tony he doesn’t own me anymore? When else will I be able to experience a man like George, who makes the men from my pornos look like wimpy preteen boys?

  I’m starting to think I’d rather take a chance and regret sleeping with him than wondering what might have been. Yet now that I have the choice again, I’m not plunging ahead like I thought I would, another sign of my crippling indecision and laundry list full of regrets. I don’t want to regret this.

  I don’t want to regret him. I already do, and tomorrow, I probably will more – but I’ll at least have taken the chance. The last man I fucked won’t be Tony anymore. Slowly, I can delete what remains of that sick bastard from my life, purge him from my memories and remember George’s touch and dick instead of Tony’s.

  I’m a grown ass woman turning down a man built like a god.

  What the fuck is wrong with me? Is this Tony’s fault or mine?

  Aware of George waiting patiently behind me, I make a decision.

  “You can touch me,” I whisper. My heart is pounding, and I’m not at all sure about this.

  George does so gently, one hand skating up my arm while the other slides around my hip to my belly. He presses his thick dick against my ass, and I stifle a groan of pleasure. His strong chest is at my back, the long fingers of his hand close enough to my pussy that I want to squirm.

  “What do you want me to do next?” he asks in a husky whisper. His breath tickles my neck, and I tilt my head automatically. He kisses me there, trailing his hot lips from beneath my earlobe down the side of my neck to my collarbone.

  “You’ll do … anything I tell you?” I ask breathlessly.

  “Anything and everything.”

  My god. The possibilities.

  The fear.

  He’s waiting for me to take charge. I’m wrapped in his arms with the hard body at my back and his mouth lingering at my neck. Torn between uncertainty and desire, I can’t think of a single thing to tell him.

  As if sensing my paralysis, he trails the kisses up my neck once more and along my cheek. I turn my face so he can reach my chin, and he nibbles on it before leaning into me so he can kiss my lips. My paralysis melts the moment he opens his mouth.

  He tastes incredible. I twist in his arms to kiss him full on, my mouth claiming his hungrily. He’s a fantastic kisser, using his teeth and tongue to break up the intensity and tease me even more. His hard dick presses to my stomach hard enough to hurt, and I’m surprised to realize he’s completely naked.

  The whip falls from my hand. My palms roam his chest the way they did once before and slide around to the backside I’ve wanted to squeeze since meeting him. I dig my nails into his ass, and he deepens the kiss, pushing me back until my heels meet the wall. I ache to feel him between my legs, for his huge cock to thrust into me.

  “Tell me what you want,” he whispers against my mouth.

  I groan. I don’t know how to voice it, am afraid of taking it to the next level.

  He chuckles and cups my face, lifting it to meet his penetrating grey gaze that does to my soul what I want him to do to my body. “You have to say it, Alisha. You’re in charge. We can stop or take your clothes off.”

  “Take my clothes off,” I manage.


  He eases back enough for him to reach my shirt. He tugs it off while my eyes stay on his dick. It’s throbbing and massive.

  George unbuttons my jeans and slides them down my legs, followed by my underwear. Rather than standing, he stays where he is, my hips in his hands and his nose nuzzling the curls above my pussy. “May I taste you?” he asks in a husky purr.

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me so, Alisha. Command me.”

  “Taste me,” I manage, my throat almost too tight to speak.

  “More,” he orders.

  “Drink me, tongue fuck me, suck on my clit. Make me come,” I say in an embarrassed rush.

  Without another word, he nudges one leg up over his shoulder and goes to work. I sigh the moment his hot tongue finds my pussy and flutters inside, tickling so deliciously I almost want to laugh. He nibbles on my outer lips then inner. The hot tip of his tongue slides upward to my clit, and he begins whirling and teasing around the round nub. He sucks hard enough that I clutch his shoulders before softening the strokes to a flutter. Rough-soft-rough, swirl-suck-swirl. My thighs are soon too shaky to hold me, the orgasm building within me. The sight of him kneeling before me, pleasuring me with his mouth, is strangely gratifying.

  “Harder, George!” I urge him, moving against his face. He presses his teeth to my clit and I freeze, the pleasure so close to breaking. Another flutter and a suck so hard, I almost scream. Waves of pleasure break over me, and my body convulses. He continues, driving the orgasm relentlessly with light flutters of his tongue. “Oh, god, stop!” I shout finally.

  He obeys, and I breathe hard, unable to move.

  George stands and helps brace me. I sag against his hard frame. The waves haven’t yet stopped, and my pussy aches for him still. “What next, love?” he whispers, lifting my chin. He’s got a small smile on his face, and he’s relaxed, his bedside manner in full play.

  My heart pounds harder, and I hesitate, knowing what I want and fearing it at the same time.

  “You want me to fuck you,” he guesses, eyes on my lips.

  I nod.

  “Say it.”

  “I want you to fuck me, George.”

  “How?”

  I laugh, a little embarrassed. “I don’t know!” I groan. “I just want …” I press my hips to his erection. “You pick.”

  “You trust me?”

  I wince.

  “You trust me to pick the position?” he clarifies.

  With a nod, I let one of my hands drift down his rippled abs to his dick. I squeeze him the way he taught me. “Kiss me,” I tell him.

  He obeys and kisses me hard enough to drive me back against the wall once more. I claw at him and tug away. “Now! Here!” I almost yell.

  “It may hurt against the wall,” he whispers.

  “I don’t care!”

  George lifts me onto his hips and penetrates me so fast, I feel like I’m tearing a part. I arch, a soundless scream wrenched from my throat. He stops moving, his face in the nape of my neck. The pain subsides as my cunt adjusts to his incredible size. I’ve never dreamt of sex being this intense. I’m impaled on his dick – and I like it, the opposite of every fucking night I was with Tony. I can feel his cock throbbing and experience nothing but ecstatic wonder at the way he fills and stretches me.

  I writhe against him enough to show him what I want. He pulls almost all the way out, and we both watch his dick sink back into me then retreat once more. The bulbous head tickles so much when he goes in and again when he’s almost out, rubbing my g-spot perfectly.

  I didn’t think it was possible to come from penetration, but I feel a climax building just from watching him move in and out of me.

  “You like to watch me fuck you,” he murmured.

  “Yeah.”

  He moves in and out of me several more times, faster. His shaft bulges, and my cunt swallows it all in a way that’s strangely fascinating. He pulls all the way out, his head at the opening of my pussy.

  “Touch me,” he whispers.

  I do so and run my fingers up and down his dick. He’s slimy with wetness, hot and so, so hard. I love the way he feels, more so when he’s inside me.

  “I want to watch again,” I murmur.

  He pierces me deliberately, and this time I groan, becoming even more aroused witnessing his dick slide in and out of me.

  “Fuck me, George.”

  He pushes fully into my wet pussy, and I shiver when he presses me into the wall once more. Our bodies are joined, and I risk a look up at him, afraid to find he’s judging me. He’s regarding me intently, curious and considering, as if afraid to push me. I’ve never experienced anything this intimate, of being connected to someone physically and peering into their soul. Taking his face in my hands, I kiss him lightly.

  “I’m ready,” I tell him.

  “Tell me if we do something you don’t want,” he returns, nipping at my lower lip. “Or if you want me to do something to you I haven’t. You’re in charge.”

  “I … want to ride you,” I whisper.

  “Your wish is my command.”

  I cling to him as he moves away from the wall. We go to the bedroom, and he sits on the edge before dropping back. I laugh at the sudden sensation of falling and plant my hands on his chest. With a groan, I sit upright and sink farther onto his dick.

  “Oh … wow. I love this!”

  “Command me, Alisha,” he orders huskily.

  “I don’t … know,” I say, face warm. “I want …” I move against him without understanding the right way to do it.

  “Rock your hips,” he supplies and plants his hands on my hips, driving me farther down. I can’t believe how well I can feel him. A combination of his size and my sensitivity render the experience breathtaking, borderline painful from the way he penetrates me. Unlike any of the horrible experiences I went through with Tony, this is so much more than physical pleasure. I can’t explain it.

  “Oh …” I close my eyes and let my head fall back, drowning in the sensation of being massaged from the tip of my sensitive clit to my ass. “Harder. More.” I don’t know which word is right, and he doesn’t correct me.

  One of his hands trails over my belly and I push it up to my breast. He licks his fingers then rolls one nipple between them before moving to the other. Sparks of pleasure-pain shoot through me as he alternates nipples while his other hand presses me firmly to his hips.

  “George,” I whisper breathlessly.

  “Command, don’t ask.”

  “You … on top.”

  He rolls me and settles between my legs. Fear flickers through me at the sensation of being pinned beneath his heavy, muscular frame. I freeze for a moment, my breath catching for a different reason.

  “None of that,” he whispers. “I will never hurt you, Alisha.”

  I’ve heard the words before, but this time, they’re spoken with conviction and tenderness. He smoothes hair from my face and gazes down at me, not thrusting or moving at all. The impact of his hot skin against mine, the feel of just how strong he is, renders me motionless as I take it – him – in. The light smattering of hair on his chest tickles my breasts and skin while one of his thumbs brushes my cheeks.

  Realizing I’m staring into his grey eyes, waiting for him to hit me, I release the breath I’ve been holding. This isn’t Tony. I never wanted Tony the way I do George, never thought I’d crave to have any man’s cock buried in my cunt the way George’s is now. This moment pierces me in a way that scares me for a different way.

  I feel something for George. Something I shouldn’t. Something that’s dangerous.

  “You’re in charge. Command me.” He kisses my forehead.

  “I want … you to make me come like this,” I whisper. “And I want you to come, too. If you can do it at the same time, I’ll give you a bonus night.”

  He smiles slightly. “Let’s see if you survive this one first, shall we?”

  He’s teasing me. I never quite know what to do when he does this. “K
iss me and fuck me, George.”

  His mouth claims mine with such fervor, I can barely breathe for a long moment. His tongue plunders my mouth while his lips work mine with skill I know I don’t have. He braces himself with his forearms on either side of my head and begins to move in and out of me. I groan and shift my hips, unable to get over how incredible the sensation is. There’s no pain like when Tony fucked me, nothing but pleasure and need.

  George is inside me, on top of me, robbing me of breath, and all I want is more. I dig my fingernails into his back and try to hold him closer, grip his thrusting hips between my knees and kiss him hungrily. The tension grows taut within me once more.

  “You first,” he breaks away to whisper. His rhythm changes, quick-slow-slow-quick as his dick teases my g-spot and pierces me over and over.

  As insane as his mouth is at pleasuring me, the sensation of coming with him inside me and our bodies rubbing together is so arousing, any conscious thought fizzles, and I’m left feeling at a level I didn’t know existed … moaning his name … begging … thrusting with him … letting my knees fall to the sides so he can claim me harder, faster, deeper …

  His breath is ragged in my ear, and I arch. He presses me back to the bed.

  The orgasm snaps, and I hear myself cry his name as if from a distance, too caught up in the pleasurable lightning ripping through me to care. He continues to pound into me, and I cling to him, beyond stimulated and unable to catch my breath.

  Only when his release comes, and he slows to a gradual stop does my mind return to my body. I lay gasping beneath him, my pussy pumping his dick for every last drop of cum.

  Panting, I hug him tight and rest my cheek against his rough face. My inner thighs are trembling, my pussy and clit raw from the double whammy so close to each other. George’s breathing is hard as well, the fingers of one hand wrapped in my hair while the other cups my cheek.

  “Command … me,” he whispers and nips my earlobe.

  “Ummm … Touch my face and tell me it was good.” I giggle.

  He lifts his head and peers down at me, obeying as he cups my face. “I knew it would be,” he says in a gravelly voice, his eyes on my lips. “I knew fucking you would turn my world upside down.”