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above her head. “I don’t fuck gently, sweetheart. I don’t play games. I don’t relinquish control. And I never, never stop until I’m finished. If we do this, there will be no going back. Do you understand what that means?”
    Her heart slammed against her ribs. Oh wow, she hadn’t expected the raw power and need in his eyes. His desire terrified andinflamed her. For the past ten years, she’d only had one sexual partner and Eugene had never so much as fucked her good and hard. Forget the kind of primal response rolling off Brock. So forceful, so utterly and completely in control. So dominant.
    She’d never been more turned-on in her life.
    “Do you understand what that means?” he repeated.
    Heart racing, pussy flooding, she lifted her chin and met Brock’s aggression. Then raised it. “What I understand, sweetheart , is that you’re talking me to death when what I want is for you to fuck me.”
    His nostrils flared and he pressed his big body harder against hers. “Promise to give yourself completely to me, submissive of my every sexual whim?”
    Submissive? Hell no. She wouldn’t be submissive to a man ever again, but at the moment, she’d promise Brock all the gold in Fort Knox if he’d just take her.
    “Yes, Brock, I’ll—”
    He slammed his mouth against hers.
    Oh sweet heaven, yes.
    Viv moaned into his mouth. She fought to get her hands free, to hold Brock, to run her hands over his almost-shaved head, but he held her firm. He was in control and he wasn’t giving an inch. His dominance had her blood heating so fast she feared she’d succumb to heat stroke.
    He kissed her deeper, ground his naked length against her belly, foreshadowing the great realms of pleasure she was certain lay in her very, very near future. Arousal engorged her clit. After more than two years, she was finally—
    He whirled her around until her face kissed the wall. Steady hands landed at her nape and wrenched her zipper toward her ass, his fingertips skiing over her body as he worked. He pushed the slinky material of her dress out of the way, and her pulse skyrocketed. Her bra and panties vanished in quick succession.
    God, she was about to crawl out of her skin.
    He locked his left arm around her shoulders, in line with her collarbone. “You’re mine,” he said on a growl. “Completely and totally mine. And I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you never forget it.”
    Her pussy gushed in response to his near-chauvinistic words, which shocked the hell out of her. She didn’t belong to any man. Not anymore. But the idea of belonging to Brock was turning her on more than she thought possible. Or would admit. It didn’t make a damn bit of sense.
    The fingers of Brock’s free hand sliced between her pussy lips and found her throbbing clit. “Mmm, you’re fucking wet.”
    “You have no idea. I’ve wanted you for so damn long.”
    God, had she really said that out loud?
    “Then show me how much you want me.” He fingered her clit faster, swirled her juices over the distended mound.
    She rammed her head back into the wall of his shoulder. “Brock.”
    He chuckled as he slid a long finger deep into her core. “I wonder how many times I can work this sweet pussy into climax. I think I’m close to number one now, aren’t I?”
    “Oh most definitely.”
    “That’s what I thought, pet.”
    Pet? She was nobody’s pet but she really couldn’t muster enough energy to be truly upset, especially considering most of her blood was being shunted to the center of her body.
    He used his thumb on her clit as he continued fingering her, working her flesh faster. “I know you’re close to coming but don’t you dare until I give you permission. Got it?”
    “What?”
    “You heard me. Don’t come until I give you permission.”
    But she couldn’t stop her hips from bumping back and forth against his invading hand. Every move added to the friction of his handiwork, wound her tighter and tighter.
    She