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    Hook Me(Men of Inked #2) by Chelle Bliss
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    This wouldn’t be love making or rekindling – this was anger banging.

    He pushed me back against the bed, opening the tie of my robe. He pushed it open exposing my nightie. “Still mad?” he asked, his hands gliding across the cool silk on my abdomen.

    “Yes.” Damn, my voice wasn’t strong. I knew he didn’t hear the conviction behind my words.

    He sat on his knees, grabbing the material with both hands. His palms slid effortlessly against the smooth nightie. His hands stopped just under my br**sts before making the journey back down to my bare thighs. He grabbed the bottom of the nightie, pulling it from the middle and tore it in half.

    “Michael,” I yelled. The air conditioning caressed my skin and goose bumps covered my flesh.

    He laughed. “Quicker this way.”

    “I could’ve just taken it off, for f**k's sake.”

    “That was for f**k's sake, Mia. I’m sick of waiting. It’s been days since I’ve been inside you.”

    I hit him square in the chest as he leaned over my body. Why do men have to destroy shit in the name of passion?

    “Oh, yeah. Just like that. I like a little fight in you.” His eyes turned dark.

    “I hate you.” I glared at him.

    “No you don’t,” he said, as his mouth clamped down on my nipple.

    I arched my back, crying out in ecstasy.

    He moaned against my trapped breast causing a vibration to skate across my skin. My core to pulsated as I pushed him. “Don’t fight it, you know you want it, Doc.”

    I sighed, lying back to enjoy the feel of his lips on my skin, because I did want it. I ran my fingers through his hair before gripping it tightly in my fists. I held his mouth in place as tiny shocks shot through my body. The familiar ache between my legs became almost unbearable. I dug my heels into his ass and ground myself against him.

    He tried to lift his head, but I pushed it harder against my chest, almost smothering him. I could feel his laughter against my torso as his body shook in my grasp. “Put your c**k in me,” I said, releasing my heels, to give him the ability to move his lower half. I felt powerful even if it was a roués. He could over power me in a minute, but he let me play the game.

    His lips popped off my skin and he looked into my eyes. “Don’t you want to kiss a little first?”

    “This isn’t love making, Michael. You’re f**king me. Put it in or get the f**k out.” I sounded harsh and strong and it sent a thrill through me.

    His eyebrows shot up, a small smirk his lips. “That’s f**kin’ hot, Doc.”

    “Shut the f**k up and do it.” I kicked him in the ass.

    “I love when you talk dirty to me. It makes me rock f**kin’ hard,” he said, as he reached down and fisted his c**k before rubbing it against me.

    “Stop!” I yelled, frozen in place. “Get a condom from my nightstand.”

    “‘Put it in. Stop. Any other commands?” he asked, as he reached for the drawer, to grab a condom.

    “You forgot shut the f**k up.” I laughed. I don’t know what got into me, but I liked it.

    “Kinda rough on me, aren’t you?” he asked, as he unrolled the condom, paying careful attention to his piercings.

    “I’m just getting started, big boy.”

    “You just made my balls tingle,” he said, as he nestled between my legs. Hooking his arms under my thighs, he pulled my body to his. “Let’s get one thing straight, Doc, I’m in charge here,” he said as he stroked the tip of his shaft against me. “This is my pu**y.” He smacked my clit with the head.

    “I don’t see your name on it,” I said, winded from the sting.

    “It will be, but for now, possession is nine-tenths of the law,” he said, as he rammed his c**k into me in one quick thrust.

    My back arched as he pulled out and pushed back in with greater force. I wouldn’t have described him as gentle the other times we’d been together, but this was rough and raw.

    With the next thrust I smacked him in the face. He flinched, stopping to stare at me through slit eyes. “What the f**k was that for?”

    “What you put me through.”

    His eyes searched mine for a moment before he pounded into me again.

    I smacked him harder but this time he didn’t flinch. “For not being straight with me,” I said quickly before he could ask.

    His eyes grew dark as his mouth set in a firm line. He pummeled me and I swung again, but he captured my hand. “You got two free shots, no more.” Leaning forward with my wrists in his grasp, he held them above my head.

    I fought to free myself, bucking against him. His muscles contracted with each thrust and the sight of him alone could have me on edge. I bit my lip to quiet the moans that I wasn’t ready to give to him.

    Beads of sweat formed across his skin as he pounded into me.

    He released my hands and I grabbed his biceps, curling my fingers around the thick muscles. Using my grip to push myself against him, I met his thrusts, our bodies slamming against each other. My body bounced off him and the pressure of his c**k hitting my depths drove me closer to the brink.

    Our bodies collided, the impact hard enough to cause the headboard to hit the wall with a loud thud. I planted my feet into the mattress, using them to steady myself as I continued to push into him. It only took a few more thrust before my body tightened and I spiraled into the most glorious orgasm of my life.

    It wasn’t the body-tingling orgasm that I’d experienced. This was earth shattering – life changing, no one else would ever compare.

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