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“It means, I can call in a few favors and have him isolated from the rest of the prisoners and given his medications on time. He has a heart condition, doesn’t he? A pity he didn’t think of that when he broke the law, but that’s not my concern.”

“He-he’s not getting his medication?”

“Prisons were built to punish, not to prolong the lives of criminals.”

Her uncle’s health had been a major concern for her since he’d been taken away. Knowing he wasn’t being medicated regularly had weighed heavily on her mind. That he even required medication was just another difference between the classes. While people like her uncle with medical conditions had to rely on daily doses of medicine to keep them healthy, the super-rich could afford the operation that would basically heal them with little to no follow up. “But, he’ll die without it.”

“That’s not my problem…but, it is yours. As I’ve already stated, how comfortable his stay is, is completely up to you.”

The tears of anger sprang to her eyes. She could literally feel her blood boil from the tension coiling within her. “I hate you,” she whispered.”

“I don’t require your adoration. Just your body.”

He smiled, this time revealing his teeth. Though they were white and straight, there was something sinister about his grin. It was that of a predator who had zeroed in on its prey. Shark-like. “Nothing to say anymore?”

What could she say? He had all the power and there was nothing she could do about it. And, that smug bastard knew it.

“No? Good. Now get down on the goddamn floor!”

The force of his words sent her tumbling to the floor in a heap. She trembled with fury but kept her head down as she took deep calming breaths.

“Take off your robe.” The command was spoken softly but the words were laced with steel.

She’d been nude most of the day, so there was no point in any false modesty. He’d already seen everything. Aya’s hands shook as she pushed the plush material off her shoulders. Slowly, she eased it off her body and tossed it aside.

“On your knees.”

Reluctantly she complied as she bit down on her tongue to hold back an angry retort. Her teeth clamped down so hard, she winced in pain as the coppery taste of blood filled her mouth.

“Look at me.”

Again she obeyed, meeting the intensity of his green gaze as it roamed freely over her body. She’d been inspected and pawed, Dare had even looked her over, but not quite like this. There was a gleam so animalistic within the depths of his eyes she wanted to get up and run, but she didn’t dare.

She expected him to give another order but instead, he pulled his shirt over his head and revealed a chest much more muscular than she thought someone who sat behind a desk would have. It was toned and covered with dark hair that trailed down to rippled abs. His broad-shouldered body almost reminded her of the sinewy laborers who worked for a pittance, most of the time topless in the hot sun. Those were the men who would often come to her uncle’s bar for a drink to unwind from a hard day’s work.

Dare’s sculpted body was probably courtesy of a gym, some fancy home equipment, or even the designer surgery many of the Elite opted for instead of doing anything physical.

He pulled off his socks and tossed them aside. With each article of clothing he discarded, he maintained eye contact with her. More than anything, Aya wanted to turn away but she couldn’t. She didn’t understand why the sight of him kept her so mesmerized. She’d seen a naked man before. Involuntarily, she moistened her now dry lips with the tip of her tongue.

With only his pants on, he sat at the edge of the bed with his legs spread far apart, a hand planted on each thigh. “Crawl to me.”

Her first instinct was to refuse, but Aya realized this humiliating session wouldn’t end until he had completely dehumanized her. She would do it but it wasn’t for her. She had to keep in mind that she had her uncle’s wellbeing to think about.

Placing her hands on thick carpet, she slowly moved toward him. Her stomach was in knots as she crawled across the room to close the distance between them. Aya focused on her hatred for this man as she made her way toward him, it was that emotion which kept her tears at bay. She sorely wanted to slap off the smirk curving his lips. She hadn’t failed to notice his pants tented with his erection, but Aya continued on until she was directly in front on him.

“Closer.”

She might have imagined it, but it sounded as if his voice had cracked with that last command as if he had actually been affected by the sight of her. But that couldn’t be possible. Someone like Dare O’Shaughnessy didn’t have feelings.

“On your knees.”

Aya complied but was surprised when he didn’t immediately pounce on her. Instead, he stared at her face as if he were looking at her for the first time. There was something very intimate about kneeling before him like this yet not quite touching. She could feel the heat generating from his body and the warmth of his breath fanning her skin. Her nipples pebbled and Aya began to shake, but not from anger. This time she was terrified, frightened that maybe if he did touch her, her body would betray her. She was already confused by her response to his kiss earlier that day. She’d put it down as some anomaly, but Aya couldn’t be certain the same thing wouldn’t happen if he did it again.

When Dare cupped her face between his large palms, she flinched, surprised by the gentleness of his touch. He caressed her cheeks in a circular motion with his thumbs. “One of the first things I noticed about you was your skin. It’s rare to see a shade this dark. You’re a rare beauty, but I think you already know that, despite your attempts to downplay it with this ridiculously short haircut.” He ran his hand over her head.

“So soft,” he murmured as his hand trailed along her arm. “You’re mine, now. All of you.”

Aya shook her head from side to side before she could stop herself. She realized her mistake when his eyes narrowed to slits.

“I beg to differ. I can do whatever I want to you and there’s nothing you or anyone else can do about it.” Without further warming, Dare gripped her by the shoulders and yanked her off the floor and tossed her on the bed. She didn’t get a chance to catch her breath before he was on top of her.

She pressed her hands against his chest to push him off but he captured both of her wrists in one hand and held them above her head.

Aya was at his mercy and there wasn’t anything she could do about it.

Dare had been waiting for this moment for weeks. He’d spent all his spare time wondering how she’d look beneath him, how she’d feel, how she’d taste. He dreamed of devouring her, fucking her until her eyes crossed and her throat was hoarse from calling out his name. He thought of taking her on the floor, up against the wall, in his car, and wherever else he damn well pleased.

Now that he finally had her, however, he didn’t want to rush their first time together. He wanted to take his time acquainting himself with her body—now, his body. Her dark eyes shot fire at him. Her bee-stung lips drooped slightly in her displeasure. Even though she didn’t fight him physically, her defiance was still evident.

Despite all this, she wasn’t adverse to him physically. Their kiss had proven that. In fact, there had been more fire in that one kiss, than he’d experienced in a long time. It was odd because he’d never been big on kissing. It was one of the most intimate acts two people could engage in but in most cases, he wasn’t interested in a woman beyond fucking. Aya was somehow different. He justified this by telling himself that it was only because he’d gone through so much trouble to possess her. Why shouldn’t he do whatever he wanted with her?

Wanting to recapture the feeling of that kiss, he lowered his head to press his lips against hers, but Aya turned her head and his lips ended up grazing her cheek. He gripped her face with his free hand to hold it steady. This time he captured her lips aggressively, pressing hard, grinding his mouth against hers. The softness of her lips beneath his made Dare want more. “Open your mouth, Aya. I want to taste you,” he murmured against her sealed lips.

Her lips parted slightly, but it was enough to slip his tongue into her mouth. Her taste reminded him of wild honey and cinnamon. He pulled her tongue into his mouth and sucked vigorously. If he wasn’t careful, he could easily become addicted to this. Dare released her tongue only to capture her lower lip between his teeth and gave it a light nip.

She released a sound that was a cross between a moan and a whimper. He wanted to hear it again. He recaptured her mouth and slowly explored the warm cavern, sweeping every inch of her tongue. To his gratification, she pressed her tongue against his, a little bump at first, but then she pressed hers against his again. Their tongues twisted, tangled, and slid along the other.

Soon, her mouth was no longer enough. He wanted to explore more of her. Dare broke the kiss to bury his face against her skin. Her scent was like fresh flowers. He sucked and nibbled on her neck, marking her everywhere his lips touched. She belonged to him and it was his pleasure to stamp every inch of her skin if he so pleased. Each time he nipped her skin, she let out a gasp and then shivered. He bit down on the tender flesh where her neck and shoulder met, not hard enough to pierce her skin, but with just enough pressure for her to feel it later.

As he moved lower, Dare released her wrists. He made a trail of kisses along her torso and he finally settled at her breasts. For such a petite woman, her tits were amazing. He cupped one in each palm. They fit perfectly, almost like they were made just for him. He tested their weight in his hands before he pinched each nipple.

“Oh,” she moaned.

He lifted his head to gauge Aya’s reaction. Gone was the contempt she’d openly displayed, it was now replaced with a different emotion all together. Lust. She might have told herself that she didn’t want him, but her body said otherwise. “You like this, don’t you?” He gently pinched her nipples.

She caught her lower lip between her teeth, probably to keep herself from answering.

“I asked you a question, Aya. Do you like this?” This time when he squeezed the taut buds, he applied more pressure.

She gasped, but still didn’t respond beyond a moan. She thrashed her head from side to side.

Dare pinched harder still.

“Ah!” she cried out arching her back almost as if she enjoyed pain.

“Tell me. You like this, don’t you?” He released one turgid tip only to recapture it between his teeth. He nibbled gently at first but Dare slowly increased the pressure of the bite.

She arched her back even more, practically pushing her breast against his mouth.

“You won’t say how much you like this, but I have another way of finding out.” He slipped his hand down the plane of her body, not stopping until he reached the juncture between her thighs, which she had tightly pressed together.

Dare wedged his hand between her legs, prying them apart. Wasting no time, he slipped his middle finger inside her cunt. He chuckled. “You’re soaking wet, honey. Your pussy is hot and inviting. Do you like when I do this?” He took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and pinched.

“Please,” she moaned.

“Please what, Aya? Please don’t stop? I can accommodate that wish.” He slid down the bed and settled himself between her thighs.”

Her pussy was a work of art. A thatch of hair covered her vulva, the lips were thick and plump, damp from her juices. When he parted the dark folds, Dare discovered the pink treasure inside. Her clit peeked from its hood, ready to be pleased.

“Such a pretty pussy.” Dare dipped his head and flicked the little bud in greeting.

Aya jerked in response.

Dare dove in, slipping his tongue deep inside her hot cunt. The taste of her kiss had been incredible, but her pussy was like nothing he’d ever tasted. It was like sweet ambrosia. He pushed his tongue deep inside of her and pulled it out and proceeded to repeat the motion several times.

Aya, by now, began to moan and writhe on the bed. She lifted her hips, grinding her pelvis against his face. As he fucked her with his tongue, he clamped on to her clit with his fingers, squeezing none too gently.

“Yes!” she belatedly screamed.

He rolled her clit between his fingers and continued to devour her pussy with his tongue. Aya’s legs began to quiver, signaling her orgasm. Dare lapped at her juices, finally releasing her bud.

The entire time, his dick was so hard, it ached. The only thing that would give him relief was burying himself deep inside her tight channel. Satisfied that he’d made her come despite her earlier protests, he pulled away from her, but not before giving one last swipe with his tongue.

Dare moved to the center of the bed and whispered in Aya’s ear, “Undress me.”

Aya had never experienced anything quite like this before. But she didn’t have time to fully process what was happening before Dare gave her another command.

“Now, Aya.”

She squeezed her eyes shut briefly, wishing she had the power of denying him. With her body still coming down from a plane of arousal she’d never experienced before, she was slow in her movements, but Aya slid next to him, getting on her knees.

His only remaining article of clothing was his pants. She made haste with undoing his belt and tossing it aside. Next, she unbuckled his pants and pulled them down his muscular legs, with little assistance from him.

She avoided looking at his face because she could already imagine the smug grin on his face. Finally, after taking a deep breath, she pulled his briefs off. Though she’d seen a penis before, she hadn’t seen one quite so large. It was long, thick, and roped with veins.

“Touch it. Touch me.”

Aya reached out and slid a finger over the head and immediately pulled her hand away.

“Don’t be afraid of it, Aya. Wrap your hand around it.”

This time she did steal a glance at him. The smile she thought would be there wasn’t. Instead, he stared at her with anticipation gleaming in his eyes. He gripped her hand and guided it to his shaft, not giving her a chance to do it herself.

She gripped his cock and slid her fist along his length.

She was met with a sharp intake of breath from Dare. “That’s it. Just like that. Stroke it, doll.”

Aya moved her hand up and down. This was all new to her. The only position she’d tried before this was missionary. She had been eighteen when she lost her virginity to a boy whose family owned a shop down the street from the bar. She didn’t love him and she was sure the feeling was mutual, but they had been friends. They were both curious and wanted to see what the hype was all about. It had been awkward and sweaty, but it wasn’t completely unpleasant.

Unfortunately, the boy’s family’s shop had gone out of business and they had left the neighborhood in search of employment opportunities elsewhere. She’d never seen him again and she didn’t think of him often beyond the fact that she’d given him her virginity. Though she was technically not a virgin, being with Dare like this felt like the first time. She’d never touched a man this way before or been kissed like she had been with Dare. She’d certainly never had cunnilingus performed so expertly that her eyes had crossed.

He had her body, but she wouldn’t allow him the victory by admitting how turned on she’d been by his sexual ministrations. As she continued to stroke him, she tried not to look at it, Dare moaned.

“Kiss it.”

Aya leaned over and pressed her lips against the mushroom shaped tip.

“That’s it, doll. Now slowly, take it into your mouth. No teeth.”

Opening her mouth wide, she lowered her head over his cock. Slowly, she swallowed his dick an inch at a time before the tip hit the back of her throat. She pulled back and then went back down until she bobbed her head up and down on his cock, still gripping the base of him.

To her surprise, Aya didn’t find the experience unpleasant, though she didn’t want to examine why she felt this way toward him sexually when she hated him.

Dare gripped the back of her head and pushed her down on his cock. “That’s it, suck my dick. Do it like you mean it. Fuck yeah.”

He pushed her head further down his shaft each time nearly making her choke but she managed to maintain a small level of control so she wouldn’t. Instinct had her reaching for his sack and giving it a light squeeze. That motion seemed to set Dare off because he let out a low growl before yanking her off his dick. Aya found herself straddling his stomach.

“I need to be inside of you, now.” He gripped her waist and effortlessly lifted her over his cock. “Take me inside of you,” he ordered. His eyes were so dark a green they almost appeared to be black.

Aya guided his cock to her pussy. Once his tip was inside of her, he slammed her down on him. She screamed from the sudden sensation of being stretched to her limit and thoroughly invaded. She wiggled and pushed against him in an attempt to get off but he dug his fingers into her hips, holding her in place.

“Take it easy, Aya. You’re going to get used to having my dick inside of you.”

“It’s too much!” She could feel it in every part of her body.

“You’ll get used to it. Just relax.” He reached between her legs and fondled her clit. A bolt of liquid flame licked along the nerve endings in her body. Aya tried to resist the pure unadulterated pleasure but it was so intense she couldn’t fight it. She didn’t understand how she could despise someone as much she did Dare but tremble at the merest touch from him. She accepted his rough treatment hoping it would prevent her from responding but to Aya’s chagrin she found she liked it. Even now, despite the initial shock and pain of his cock being deeply imbedded inside of her, the pleasure quickly took over.

Unable to help herself she began to shake, her thighs wobbled and Aya found herself clenching her muscles around his shaft, clasping him tighter still.

Dare grunted. “Fuck yeah. Squeeze that pussy around my cock.” He flicked her clit again making her moan.

“Oh, Da—” She stopped before calling out his name. She’d already given too much of herself. She couldn’t allow him that last victory. It was the final surrender she couldn’t allow.

He removed his hand from between her legs and gripped Aya’s waist, digging the tips of his fingers into her skin. Dare lifted her only to slam her back down on his cock. “Say my name, Aya.”