Shattered Pieces (Undercover Elite Book 1)(6)
By now, I’m panting, my heart is racing from the adrenaline, and my body is betraying me to the Neanderthal who has taken me against my will.
“That’s it. Fuck that big, thick finger of mine.” His voice is a low growl as his finger thrusts in and out of me while his thumb runs little circles over my clit. He let go of my hair, probably fully aware that his muscle mass is more than enough to hold me down. His now free hand rips at my t-shirt and pulls it up so he can latch onto a nipple with his full lips.
“Oh fuck me,” I groan, no longer willing to fight what my body is feeling.
“Don’t you dare fucking move,” he growls, straddling over me and ripping my underwear from my body before pulling his cock out from his jeans.
He sits on top of me and stares into my eyes as he begins running the swollen head of his cock up and down my now soaked slit.
“Fuck you,” I groan as my whole upper body rises up. He jerks at my hips, pulls me in his direction, and slowly pushes into me, never once taking his eyes off my face.
“I’ve waited so fucking long for this.”
“Why me?”
“You’re perfect for what I need. Now shut the fuck up.”
The son of a bitch spits right on my clit and begins rubbing it with his thumb, still staring into my eyes. My fingers clench at his legs as an orgasm rips through my body. He wastes no time before he flips me over. His large, manicured hand slides from the base of my spine to between my shoulder blades. He smashes me down onto the mattress, effectively rendering me under his control.
“Exactly where you need to be… under my fucking control. You need to be fucked. Five years is too long for any woman to go without a man.” I hold my hands against the headboard to prevent him from slamming me into it. He’s showing no mercy, proving his point that I am here to stay.
“That’s it, baby. Take that cock. Take it like the good, little girl you are NOT. Oh, you’ll be good by the time I get done with you, though.”
I can feel an orgasm starting in my core. It’s a raging heat about to explode and I feel like it’s going to shatter me into a million pieces. Spots form before my eyes as my body starts to shake in spasms from the inside out.
“Oh fuck, girl, I knew fucking you would be good but this is un-fucking-believable.” His cock throbs in me as he releases all the frustration from our fight into me.
He takes a moment to recoup before he falls down onto my back and growls in my ear, “Don’t ever fucking challenge me; you’ll never win. Now, get up and get your ass in the shower.” I hear him get up and punch a code into the pad at the door. The beep it makes as it closes ensures I won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.
Cash
I have to lean against the wall in the hallway to gather my wits. What the fuck just happened? I’m a man who is accustomed to being in control. I have to maintain control at all times not only because my job mandates it, but also because my life depends on it.
I’ve known for the last six months that I had to have her. From the day I first laid eyes on her, I’ve been completely obsessed. I’m a man who is accustomed to having any woman that I want and, at first, I thought maybe that was the reason I wanted her—because she couldn’t be had.
She’s forced me to take her against her will. I have no choice but to save her from herself. I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman so self-destructive and I’m convinced if I don’t save her, she will be her own undoing. She can’t help it; it’s how she’s wired.
I push myself off the wall and go to my office. She has no idea I have access to her journals and reading them will help me get into her head. I don’t have much time to train her before our first job so it’s necessary to use anything I have at my disposal to help build a bond with her. The RAD, Reactive Attachment Disorder she suffers from, complicates things but hopefully going through her journals will enable me to understand why she is the way she is. Life may have dealt her a fucked-up hand but I have every intention of taking this woman, who everyone believes is unable to bond, and forming a bond so deep with her that she can’t ever imagine her life without me. This isn’t about love so much as it is about loyalty.
I make my way over to my desk and eye the monitor that reveals what she is doing. I watch as she sits on the bed writing in a journal that I casually placed in her room, knowing she would write down her thoughts about how much she hates me right now.
I pop in the memory disk I retrieved when I broke into her apartment. Before I left her place, I downloaded anything and everything I might need to study her. I check the monitor one more time before I begin reading.