“You are abusive! Your treatment of me is deplorable.”
“That’s what you want.” He grabbed her throat and slammed his body against hers, pinning her against the Jeep. “You came here in search of a sadist who breaks laws and fucks the shit out of women.”
“No!” She shook her head rapidly, her neck locked in the cuff of his bruising hand.
Without releasing her, he toed off his boots and kicked away his jeans. Then he set his mouth against hers and fed her his infuriating demand. “Beg me.”
“Never.” She grabbed his thick neck, mirroring his choking grip.
“For a psychologist, you have a shitload of issues.” He wrenched her closer and bit the skin beneath her ear. “I’m going to fuck all that pent-up anger out of you.”
“Eat a dick.” Fuming, she aimed a punch at his arrogant face.
“I have.” He knocked her hand aside and hauled her back against the Jeep. “But you already know all about that because you’re a creepy, spying little bitch.”
“I was there for you!” She exploded, clawing at his cheeks and kicking him in the shins. “I cried for you. I hurt for you. You ungrateful prick!”
“Oh, Rylee.” Laughing cruelly, he dodged her strikes and swatted away her fists. “You break my heart.”
“You harden mine.” She went after his throat again, trying to strangle him. “Men like you remind me why relationships fail.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” He restrained her hands between her bare breasts, his eyes burning with aggression. “Men like me?”
“Playboys. Manwhores. The cheaters and manipulators who fuck their way through the female population without giving a damn about their feelings.”
“Pot calling the kettle, baby.” He flicked the button on her waistband. “You’re the queen of fuck-’em and forget-’em.”
He had her jeans open and down her legs before she even registered the sound of the zipper.
Her heart seized, and she dropped to a crouch, twisting out of his grip. Her clothes, now bunched around her legs, tangled up her attempt to run. She fell, spitting and shrieking and frantically crawling away.
He dove for her and grabbed her ankle. She kicked him in the face. He caught her other leg and wrangled off her shoes and clothes until she was as naked as him.
She screamed every curse she knew and scrambled over the rocky ground, scraping her hands and knees. He chased, his breaths hot on her bare ass.
The instant she left the shade of the Jeep, the sun-scorched sand fried her skin. She screamed and scrambled back.
And he was on her, flipping her over and dropping his huge, hard body between her legs.
The astounding sensation of all his hot skin against all of hers was more than she could bear. With his strength so close and his monstrous erection stabbing into her belly, she couldn’t escape. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t look away from the furious hunger in his eyes.
He wrapped his hand around her hip and held her firmly to him. She grabbed his hair and pulled with all her strength. He choked her. She yanked harder on his hair, jerking his head.
He glared at her. She glared at him.
Neither of them moved.
Deadlocked.
Seething.
Seconds from boiling over.
They just stared at each other, unblinking, exchanging a look of pure hatred.
Then suddenly, it was on.
They collided in a clash of mouths and teeth and grappling hands. Rolling, slapping, kissing, scratching, they ground their bodies together like horny, deranged teenagers. Each time they inched out of the shelter of the shade, he dragged her back into the Jeep’s shadow and attacked her again.
His cock rammed against the juncture of her thighs, demanding entry. Her pussy throbbed in invitation, convulsing and opening in a flood of arousal. But no amount of wetness could prepare her for his size.
She didn’t want him. She couldn’t fucking stand him. But the burning, tightening demands of her body made it damn hard to resist his bold touch, ripped physique, and the fascinating yet terrifying equipment between his legs.
“You’re despicable.” She brandished elbows, knuckles, and knees, hammering her sharpest bones into any part of him she could hit.
He ducked his head, dodging her strikes, and veered his mouth downward to chase the curves of her body. He licked and sucked every inch of her from breasts to pussy. She kicked at him, bowed into him, and tore at his hair.
“I hate you!” She jerked her hips, rocking against his face. “Oh God, don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop, you son of a bitch.”
He bit her clit, and she screeched, smacking his head and sinking her nails into his flesh.
“Fuck, woman!” Teeth bared, he shot up her body and grabbed her face.
Livid didn’t begin to describe the fire in his eyes.
She yanked him close. He dragged her closer and took her lips, kissing her, fingering her, and grinding against her to the echoes of her own traitorous groans.
They reached for his cock at the same time, wriggling and lining up their bodies, wild and clumsy in their urgency. She knew he would stretch her, bruise her, possibly injure her, and she didn’t even care.
She counted on it.
With the broad tip of him notched at her entrance, he wrapped a fist around the base of his shaft. A habit? To prevent himself from sinking in all the way?
Clenching his jaw, he held her gaze and pushed past her opening.
Sensations unfurled, exploding shimmers of pleasure around the stretching invasion. His entire body shook with the effort to control his thrust, and she trembled with him, moaning, squirming, needing more. More burning, more pressure, more him.
She slapped him across the head. “Hurt me, goddammit. I want to feel you.”
He stopped breathing, eyes wide and frighteningly angry.
Then a nefarious smile lit his face.
He dropped his hand from his cock, removing that barrier, and impaled her to the hilt with absolutely no mercy.
Rylee let out an ear-splitting scream of pain, and Tomas choked on a groan, shaking in the exquisite grip of her body. Christ, he was going to come.
From one thrust.
Holy fucking fuck.
He wasn’t a sadist, but damn, this woman had begged for it so beautifully. Not just begged. She’d demanded it.
Hurt me, goddammit.
Yeah, he was hurting her, and she was taking it like a champ. Every inch of him. Each time he hit the back of her hot cunt, she wailed, cursed, and clutched his ass, pulling him tighter, harder against her.
She was tougher than he’d thought, and everything was so wet and warm around him, sucking him in, gripping him like a glove. The sweet smell of her skin, the intoxicating way she tasted, her sexy little cries of hunger and rage—these were things he would never forget. Fucking incredible. Hotter than hell.
That only enraged him more.
Why wasn’t it like this with other women? He was so accustomed to the gasps of fear, awkwardness of penetration, and pleas for him to slow down and be gentle. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d just let loose and plowed into a woman. Or when he’d actually had sex without holding a hand around his cock.
Never.
Rylee was unlike anyone he’d ever been with. Just his goddamn luck.
Only four days ago, he’d strangled the life out of her and contemplated leaving her for dead. And that was before he knew the infuriating depths of her stubbornness. The best thing to do now was just fuck her until she broke.