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For
    me, the best part about sex is the
    aggression of it. The chase, the climb,
    the race for the prize.
    I loved feeling like I couldn’t wait to
    tear the clothes off a man and let our
    basest urges take over. It turned me on
    when a man wanted me so badly he
    turned almost violent with it, like an
    animal. Sometimes it made me want to
    tame him—take control and boss him all
    the way to the finish when I was ready
    (and I hadn’t had any complaints so
    far…most guys are happy to come
    sooner rather than later). Other times, I
    enjoyed being ravaged and letting them
    go all alpha male on me. Either way, it
    was more about the act itself and the
    roles we played than the person—I
    didn’t date that much and even when I
    did, somehow the best sex was never
    with those guys, anyway. Sexual
    chemistry was always better with men I
    kept at a personal distance.
    But speaking of sexual chemistry.
    I was burning up for Quinn Rusek,
    about to combust.
    “Quinn,” I panted. “I want you inside
    me. Now.”
    He pinched the nipple that wasn’t
    caught between his teeth, making me
    gasp. “And do you think,” he said,
    dragging his scruffy jaw down my belly,
    “you deserve to get your prize so
    quickly? After you behaved so badly
    today?” He clucked his tongue. “I don’t
    think so, sweet pea. Turn over.”
    My pulse raced. “What?”
    “You heard me.” But instead of
    waiting for me to do it, he flipped me
    over himself and caught my legs between
    his knees.
    “What is this? I thought we were
    negotiating.”
    “We’ll get to that. But there’s the
    little matter of your misdeed to deal with
    first.” His hands covered my ass,
    kneading gently. “Are you sorry,” he
    went on, his voice smooth and dripping
    with patience, “for sneaking into my
    apartment to spy on me?”
    “I told you, I wasn’t trying to spy, I
    was— fuck !”
    He’d spanked me so hard my eyes
    watered, then held his hand over the
    stinging flesh.
    “Are you sorry?” he asked again.
    I gritted my teeth. “No.”
    Crack! The sound of his hand
    smacking my other ass cheek was as
    thrilling as the sting of it, and I loved the
    heat of his palm afterward.
    “You are a very bad girl, even worse
    than I thought. Not only deceitful,
    but”— smack! —“fucking unrepentant as
    well.” Smack!
    My ass was on fire.
    He grabbed a fistful of my hair and
    yanked my head up, leaning forward to
    speak low in my ear. “You are downright
    sinful.”
    Stars danced in front of my eyes.
    “Yes,” I rasped, my jaw clenched.
    He traced my ear with his tongue
    before biting my earlobe, his cock
    pressing against my hip. “What am I
    going to do with you?”
    “Fuck me,” I whispered.
    His grip in my hair tightened, making
    me wince. “Oh yes, your prize.”
    “Do it,” I hissed. Enough playing
    around.
    He let go of my hair and slid his
    hand up the back of one thigh. “Spread
    your legs.”
    I widened my knees, and his hand
    slipped between my thighs, two fingers
    gliding easily inside me. I was so wet
    already it was nearly embarrassing, but
    his next words put me at ease.
    “I love how wet you are for me,” he
    whispered, pushing his fingers deeper. “I
    can’t wait to get inside you one minute
    more.” He got to his knees and flipped
    me onto my back again, this time
    lengthwise on the bed.
    Leaning over to the side, he took a
    condom from the nightstand drawer and
    tore open the wrapper. I watched as he
    slid it on, mesmerized by the sight of him
    and practically trembling that this was
    about to happen.
    Oh God, he’s so gorgeous—look at
    that body, that face, that cock! You
    know, it seems really unfair that he got
    the looks and the big dick. If I was a guy, I’d hate him. He’s way too
    gorgeous to be real. Any minute now
    he’s going to sparkle like a vampire or
    shapeshift into a bear.
    But a few seconds later he was
    stretching out over me, positioning
    himself between my legs.
    Yes , I thought, sliding my hands