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her small body and as much as I wanted to dive between her legs and bury my cock deep in her pussy, that would have to wait. She needed to know who was in control.
    “Mathis,” she breathed.
    My hold on her wrists tightened, not giving a shit if I left marks. I trailed my mouth along her jaw, alternating between bites and kisses.
    Her knees spread, inviting me to step between them and when I didn’t, a soft groan of frustration left her lips.
    I smiled and nipped her jaw. “As much as I want to rip open your robe and bury my cock in your hot cunt…” I let go of her wrist and grabbed her jaw, squeezing lightly.
    Her eyes widened, darkening with anger and desire.
    I licked over her bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth. It was pure and utter torture teasing her. “You will beg me, Jennifer.”
    Her eyes narrowed, hardening with an icy cold glare but also filling with lust. For me.
    “I can smell how much you want me,” I said, inhaling her sweet skin. My cock twitched to the point of breaking. Fuck me, this was going to be harder than I thought.
    “I don’t beg men for anything. They beg me,” she said with a false bravado, trying to keep her voice firm and calm but the shaky undertone proved she was losing control and fast.
    God, I fucking loved a woman that submitted to me. “I will break you, Jennifer.”
    “Promises promises,” she said, glaring.
    Letting go of her completely, I headed to the bedroom door. “Get dressed.” I turned back to her. “And then come out and have breakfast with me.”
    “I’m not hungry.”
    Yes she was, just not for food. “It wasn’t a request,” I snapped and shut the door behind me.
    I swallowed a laugh when something heavy hit the door. She was feisty and I loved it. She wasn’t like the normal women I went for. Fawning over me. Throwing themselves at my feet begging me to fuck them. I rolled my eyes. No, this woman, Jennifer, she was it. The one. She wanted a divorce? There was no fucking way. She was stuck with me, whether she liked it or not.

    I sat at the large cherry oak table, waiting.
    Jennifer came out a half an hour later, dressed in a red summer dress. It hugged her voluptuous curves in all the right spots and I found myself wondering if she wore any panties.
    When I saw earlier that her pussy was completely bare, it was like she was meant for me and it took everything in me not to dive between her legs and have her screaming my name, begging for more.
    “Sit,” I said, indicating the chair beside me.
    She stomped up to the table and sat in the chair furthest away from me and huffed, crossing her arms under her full chest.
    “Will you please explain last night to me?”
    Crossing an ankle over my knee, I took a sip of my coffee before meeting her furious gaze. “What do you want to know?”
    She shook her head. “How the fuck did we end up getting married?”
    “Well there was a minister, he said some words and voila, you are now my wife.”
    Jennifer slapped her hands on the table. “Listen, asshole--”
    “No. You fucking listen to me,” I snapped.
    She flinched but stood her ground.
    I loved a woman that didn’t back down. “You are my wife.”
    “But I clearly was not fucking coherent to know what was going on. Is that the only way you can get a woman these days, Mathis?” She pouted. “Are we losing our touch?”
    My body vibrated. I think I just fell in love with this bitch.

R UN, J UST R UN.
    (Jenny)
    This whole thing was fucked. I loved him and hated him all at once. I wanted to submit to him and have him please me in ways I knew he could. All night long. But, in the next breath I wanted to run back to the safety of my modest apartment and close the door tight. Or run him over with my SUV.
    As I sat at this obnoxiously large table, I thought of ways I could push him away.
    “There is something you should know about me, Mathis.” I thought it was time we played a round of twenty questions. “My job...” I trailed off trying to