Billionaire Bad Boys of Romance 1(147)

Screw you! Let me up and let me pretend none of this ever happened!

Rebellious fires could only incinerate if one fully believed in their power. Natasha didn’t and so couldn’t hold onto her rage. Sorrow dampened the edges of her fury until she wilted beneath the weight of his censure.

“Sir.”

He gentled. “Don’t misunderstand me, Natasha. We won’t make love because this isn’t the washed-out version of intimacy that passes for lovemaking.”#p#分页标题#e#

“Go on, Sir.” Natasha wondered if he’d find her short command impertinent. She told herself she didn’t care.

Mr. Collins snaked his forearms beneath each thigh and pulled Natasha closer. He waited for the vulnerability of her position to hit her. When she squirmed uncomfortably he said, “I’m not going to follow the script and lay you down on a bed of rose petals. I’m not going to be the predictable lover who kisses you softly, treating you like glass when we both know you’re made of sterner stuff.”

“I think it’s just an excuse to not have to treat me kindly, Mr. Collins.”

“Perhaps you’re right.” He angled his hips so that his cock forced its way inside. “Treating you kindly all the time would be boring.”

Natasha’s breath exploded as he stretched her. “For you?”

“No, pet. For you.” Mr. Collins impaled her with one hip thrust. Natasha cried out loudly. He kissed her mouth, chin, and temple, whispering words of comfort until she relaxed through the sharp discomfort.

“God, you’re going to kill me, Sir!” Natasha panted. She would’ve pushed him off if he hadn’t tied up her hands. Perhaps her visual love affair with his male anatomy was a complete mistake.

“Not in a million years, pet.” Mr. Collins delicately tugged on her full lip with his teeth. “Admit it—the pain is already making you someone else. Someone better.”

Natasha’s body relaxed by slow degrees. “If tearing me in half is going to make two of me then yes.”

Mr. Collins eased back before sliding forward. “Oh, stop flattering me, pet. I’m supposed to spoil you—not the other way around.”

“It wasn’t a compliment, Sir.” Natasha ruined her stern admonishment by following with a throaty sigh.

“I say it is.”

Mr. Collins proceeded to show Natasha exactly why.

Between his kisses, dirty words, and deliberate rhythm, Natasha danced on the serrated edge of forbidden pleasure. Fear, her constant companion, ebbed and flowed with the strength of his thrusts. He could please her. He could hurt her. He could do whatever he wanted and she was powerless to stop him. Mr. Collins had complete power over Natasha in the most primal way a man could exert it over a woman.

And she loved it.

When he dropped to his knees and spread her wide with his hands, Natasha begged him in sharp whispers to please, please make her come. He looked at her, studying her most intimate, private area with an intensity she’d seen him employ on paperwork. Natasha wondered if she was a problem to solve or a challenge to defeat. She hissed at the thought, hating the feeling of being no more significant than an issue in China. As if he knew Natasha’s fear and her place in the hierarchy of his mind, Mr. Collins smirked before finally obliging.

The sight of seeing such a powerful man on his knees, face wet with her juices, hurled Natasha right over the edge. She came hard, moaning the only real name she had for him.

Mr. Collins.

“I want more, pet.”

Natasha’s soft, satisfied moans increased in pitch. He dipped one finger inside, pulling it back out to taste her, before starting all over again. Mr. Collins’s primitive growls of appreciation seduced Natasha. She offered herself to him with little hip wiggles, making her think of a twitchy rabbit.

Is this what he’s always seen in me? Someone cute, furtive, and always prepared to be someone’s pet or dinner? Someone who just actually might like it?

Mr. Collins feasted until she clamped her legs around him again. Turning his head, he kissed one thigh before giving the other similar attention. As if unable to keep to kindness for very long, Mr. Collins’s teeth soon made impermanent marks on the smooth flesh, nipping hard enough to keep Natasha’s focus but not too hard to make her run.

“I liked that very much, pet.”

He gained his feet. He picked Natasha up off the desk and carried her to the middle of the room. Laying her down on the carpet, he stepped back and studied the fetching picture she made sprawled on the floor.

“Open your legs wider, pet. Let me see how much I pleased you.”

Natasha locked in on his face as she obeyed. He looked ravenous, mouth parted and eyes lit with insatiable glee. Something inside of her stirred awake. The need to control broke free from beneath the equally compelling need to submit.