Cherise Sinclair - Edge of the Enforcer

She struggled harder. “Dammit, stop. I don’t like you anymore. Let me go!”

No safeword. He stopped to rub her buttocks briefly, letting her hope he was done, letting the nerves recover. And he started again. Slap, slap, slap.

She fought to kick him. “You fucking asshole. I h-hate you!”

He closed his eyes, breathing through the pain of her words. Didn’t mean them; he knew it. Still hurt. “I’m unhappy you feel that way, babe.” He spanked her, not harder. Not softer. Seemed like forever.

She broke, her sobs filling the room, shaking her shoulders. “I’m s-s-sorry, Zander. I’m sorry.”

Thank fucking God. He stopped, pulling in air through his nose. After a minute, he managed to unclench his jaw. “God, baby, I don’t like this. Don’t make me do this again.” Why the hell had it been so hard to punish her? He was fucking known as the Enforcer in Dark Haven. Jesus, hopefully someone would shoot him before he ever had to discipline her again.

Her crying didn’t stop, but she nodded her agreement.

Eventually, his guts settled. “Tell me what you learned, Lindsey.”

She sniffled. “I-I-if I hear something, I talk to you about it. And we discuss what’s wrong between us.”

He considered. “Yeah, that covers it.” With a feeling of relief, he boosted her up and set her in his lap. She didn’t pull away but buried her face in his shoulder and cried. Yet even as she did, she relied on him to hold her. Comfort her.

Jesus, yes. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his cheek on the top of her head, feeling his world return to normal.

When her sobbing had moved to hitched breathing, she lifted her face. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you first.”

Fuck, she was going to unman him with her sweetness. “It’s past.” He used his fingers to wipe away her tears. “I fucked up too. Said shit.” Guilt lodged in his chest. “You want to hit me, I’ll take it. I deserve it.”

“Like I could even dent those muscles of yours?” She rubbed her cheek against his hand and was silent a moment. “I just won’t make you cookies for a week.”

Hell, he’d looked forward to her cooking. “You got a mean side in you, babe.” He kissed her damp face. “We’ll both do better next time.” Next time. Had a good sound. A future.

“Next time.” She bit her lip. “I didn’t ask you before…because you looked unhappy. But—”

“Go on.”

“The mercenary stuff. How—isn’t the work awfully dangerous?”

She was worried about him. Damn. Damn, he liked that. “It’s risky.” He tipped her face up and kissed her slowly. “And last week was my final mission as a merc. I told them I was quitting on Thanksgiving.” Iceman was now retired. Damn straight.

“But…” Her eyes softened. “You took the job because it was a child.” She read the answer in his face. “You have a big ol’ mushy heart, Sir.”

“You want another spanking?”

She giggled and twisted in his arms. “Nope. I have something else I think you should do.” Gripping the hem of his shirt, she yanked it off.

“Bossy, aren’t you?” Lifting her with her round, red ass in his hands, he carried her to the pile of cushions filling one quarter of the room. By the time he got there, his cock was straining against his leathers.

He went to his knee, shoved her back onto the pillows, and stopped for a moment to enjoy the sight. A hanging wrought iron light illuminated her golden body surrounded by the rich blues and dark red cushions. Her streaky brown hair waved over her breasts, leaving the pink-brown peaks jutting up. Her legs were open, her cunt wet with her arousal.

And the scent was…captivating.

Kneeling between her thighs, he ran his hands over her curvy shape, teased her nipples to even tighter points, and smiled as her hips wiggled. Fuck he loved making her squirm. Making her eyes glaze over. And this time, he was going to let her move as much as she wanted.

“C-can I touch you?” she whispered, trying so hard to be a good submissive it warmed his heart.

“Sure, baby, touch me.”

Eyes lighting, she pulled him down onto her and kissed him. Her soft hands stroked his face, his shoulders, his back.

Yeah, here was home. He reveled in the welcome, simply enjoying the anticipation…until it became too much.

Back on his knees, he inhaled, smelling the musky fragrance of a woman in need. He bent, licked around her clit, entertained by her sharp gasp. The pink nub was swollen, exposed, easy to tease…and from the way her breathing changed, she’d get off like a rocket if he continued.

He hesitated, wanting to feel her come from his mouth. And yet…for this first time in what seemed like forever—what could easily have been forever—he needed to be inside her. He wrapped her legs around his waist and undid his leathers, letting his dick out to play.

When he fit himself to her entrance, she clenched his shoulders, trying to tug him closer. Oh yeah, that too—he had a need to see the yielding look in her eyes when he exerted his control. “Hands over your head.”

THE DEEP GROWL seemed to stroke over every nerve in her body. Lindsey looked up into Zander’s face, saw the determination in his jaw, the authority in his gaze, and everything inside her did a shimmy. She put her arms over her head, crossing her wrists as she’d been taught.

He restrained her wrists with one big hand, pressing down enough her back arched. Looking into her eyes, he whispered, “I’m gonna take you so hard you’ll feel me for a week…and now you can’t do a thing to stop me.”

The shiver running down her spine turned to a molten heat at the base.

He pressed his cock against her, slid inside a fraction of an inch, and took her in one long, forceful thrust, not stopping until he was sheathed completely.

Oh God. From empty to shockingly, uncomfortably full. Her head tilted back as she gasped for air. Her pussy spasmed around the intrusion in protest that transformed into need.

“Fuck, I like that look on your face,” he muttered. His eyes were ruthless, dangerous. “Give me more.” He drew out steadily and plunged home again. And again. His gaze never wavered from hers as he increased the pace. The force.

The hammering set up an overwhelming sensation sweeping her away. With his heavy weight on her, his unyielding hold on her wrists, every merciless stroke took her higher, pushed her toward the inevitable.

And then she crested—plunging headlong as brilliant spasms shook her, surging outward until her whole body trembled with the climax. The darkness behind her closed eyelids sheeted to white. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, seeking more, more, more.

As the waves receded, she managed to open her eyes.

His gaze was still on her face. His smile tight. Not satisfied. “Nice. Now give me another one.”

Unable to move, she stared at him. “What? I can’t.”

“Babe, you know that’s not true,” he chided and released her hands. After tucking his elbow behind her knee, he planted that hand beside her shoulder, forcing her bent leg up in the air. Tilting her hips upward so his cock went even deeper. He kissed her lightly, nipped her chin. “I like being this far inside you,” he whispered. “Now, let’s see how you feel around me when you come this way.”

“Zander…I—”

His other hand settled over her mound. After slicking a finger in the wetness, he slid it over her clit.

At the exquisite surge of pleasure, her insides clamped down around him, making him laugh. “Oh yeah.” His gaze focused on her face, like an inescapable light showcasing her very soul. “Hands on my shoulders—and keep them there.”