It felt good, but the quick intrusion was also painful. No matter how many times he fucked me, my petiteness would never be able to handle his dick moving so aggressively. I would always need time to adjust, to stretch for his size.
But right now, he didn’t care.
He fucked me just the way he did the first time we hooked up. It was rough, hard, and fast. He pulled me harder into him and locked his gaze on mine, enjoying the sight of me as my tits shook with the thrust.
My hands locked around his wrists, and I enjoyed the fullness of his cock. He stretched me well, so now his size was only pleasurable. He moved through my slickness and was coated in it, our mutual arousal rubbing together as our body parts feasted on each other.
He moved his hands on either side of my waist and leaned over me, deepening the angle so his cock hit me deep with every thrust. One hand migrated into my hair then grabbed the back of my neck. He tugged on me as he slammed into me, his cock moving even harder. “Mine.”
Both of my hands gripped his forearms as I moaned in his face. I allowed him to take me, to claim all of me. I yielded my control and fear completely, giving him the trust and love I hadn’t been able to give anyone for a decade. I became the most vulnerable I’d ever been, surrendering to a man who had earned my unflinching loyalty. It was the most freeing sensation I’d ever known, to ache for his possessiveness rather than fear it. I wanted this man to dominate me, trusted him to do it right. In the end, Diesel Hunt won. I folded and crowned him the victor. “Yours.”
We skipped dinner and chose to stay in bed.
We’d take breaks in between, curling up together under the sheets. Then a simple touch would turn into a caress, an innocent kiss would be full of tongue, and then he was on top of me again, sinking me into the mattress with his size and burying his cock between my legs. He fucked me in the same position over and over, my small body pinned underneath his. He kept stuffing me with his come, making it drip back out onto the sheets beneath me.
The room smelled like sex.
After the fourth round, he pulled me against his body and hooked my leg over his hip. He glided his hand up my leg, gently touching my skin with his fingertips until he reached my hip. Then he slid down the curve of my waist toward my chest. His thumb flicked over my nipples before he went back the other way. He touched me like he’d never had the opportunity before. His deep voice interrupted the silence between us. “What made you change your mind?”
“A few things…”
“Such as?” he pressed.
“Your father said something to me the other day, saying I should consider your request romantic. But it was mostly Thorn who made me see things differently.”
He grinned. “I knew he’d come through for me.”
“He said his opinions are his own.”
“Of course. He wouldn’t lie to you. His loyalty is to you, not me.”
“He reminded me that you’ve always been loyal to me, that you’ve loved me from the beginning. You earned my trust, and you’re the man I love. I should give you something I’ve never given anyone else before, so that’s why I decided to do it. You’re going to be my husband…you should have all of me.”
He released a moan so quiet I wasn’t sure if I heard it or just imagined it. He gripped my hip tightly, his fingers digging into me. “I couldn’t agree with him more.”
“I want to wear your name. I want the world to know I’m yours. I also want the world to know you’re mine.”
“That we belong to each other,” he whispered.
“It’s hard to let go of my identity and embrace a new one…but it’s a good thing. I want to be a Hunt. I want to share an empire with you. I want to be partners with you, the truest and deepest kind.”
“That makes me very happy. You have no idea.”
“It makes me happy too. I’m sorry I was so difficult about it.”
“Don’t apologize,” he said. “I understand. You made the right decision, and that’s all that matters.” His hand moved up my neck before it cupped my cheek. His fingers dug gently into the fall of my hair, and he stared at me with his deep brown eyes. “I hope that means you’ve surrendered yourself to me.”
“I have…I trust you.”
He pressed his forehead to mine then placed a kiss there. “The second you wear my last name, I’m not going to be the same guy. I’ll be more intense, more aggressive. I’ll be territorial, a little crazy. I hope you accept that.”
“I expect nothing less.”
He kissed me on the mouth. “Then marry me now.”
Chapter Eight
Thorn
We sat across from each other in the conference room, the damn glass doors surrounding us on all sides. I wasn’t a big fan of professionalism, so perhaps being fish in a bowl was a good way to keep me in line.
Autumn did a great job of pretending we were just colleagues. She stuck to work, discussing when the first product line would be in full effect and how it should be distributed. While she was a scientist, she was knowledgeable about her business margins. She knew the company inside and out, which was impressive because she probably dedicated most of her time to the lab.
She closed her folders when our discussion came to an end. “You aren’t very talkative today.”
“You’re distracting.”
“I’m distracting you from work when I’m talking about work?” she asked incredulously.
“I’m not really listening to you. I’m just looking at you.”
She rolled her eyes,
