She placed the roast chicken on top of the stove and stared at him. Her pu**y was tender from their f**king. Staring at his graying hair, Eva felt an answering arousal start within her.
“Nothing is going to change what’s going to happen. On Friday, my father is taking me home.”
“I know.” He stood opposite her, staring. “I’m asking for tonight.”
He wouldn’t beg. It wasn’t his style.
“Fine. We’ve got tonight.” She dealt with the chicken as he circled the counter. Before she knew what he was doing, his hand was under the skirt of her dress.
“Good. I want you na**d now.”
Eva placed their chicken down while Tiny tore the dress from her shoulders. Growling in anger, Eva heard the fabric tear. “Be patient,” she said.
“No. I don’t give a f**k about eating.” He moved her to a clean surface and pressed on her back until her br**sts were on the counter. She squeaked from the cold.
The sound of his zipper opening met her ears. In the next instance his c**k found her pu**y and thrust to the hilt. He moaned as she curled her toes to stop herself from making a noise. He was large, and she’d not been prepared for the penetration.
“I know that hurt you. I’m sorry, baby. I needed to feel your cunt around my dick.” He stroked her clit. Within moments she felt herself responding to him. “You’re ready for me now.”
He pulled out of her body only to slam back inside. There was no give in him. He was a force to be reckoned with. Holding onto the edge of the counter she cried out as his wet fingers circled her anus. She’d never had her ass touched, and the sensation was entirely sensual.
“Is this about Vegas?” she asked, looking at him over her shoulder. His gaze was smoldering. She felt scolded just by looking at him.
“No. I don’t give a f**k about Vegas. This is you and me and what I should have done years ago.” He slapped her ass, tightened his hands on her hips, and pounded into her in three quick thrusts. “Such a pretty ass.” He slapped her ass again before she felt his fingers back to her ass**le.
Tensing, she looked across the room, waiting for what he was going to do.
“Open for me, baby. I can give this to you.” He pressed the tip of his finger to her ass.
She tightened her body not wanting him inside. Yet, even though she didn’t want him inside she didn’t stop him either. She felt conflicted inside over what she wanted and what she didn’t.
His other hand delved between her thighs, and he started to stroke her clit. Biting her lip, she struggled underneath him.
“You’re going to open up to me, baby. You’re mine. I own every inch of you.”
He did, but she was never going to let him know the truth.
Fighting against him, Eva knew it was useless. Her body was already opening beneath him.
Relaxing against his hold, she held her breath. The tip of his finger worked past her muscles. Slowly, he slid his finger in deep.
“You’re a f**king virgin, aren’t you, baby?”
Shaking her head, she kept her eyes closed.
His hand that had been between her thighs fisted her hair. He tugged on the length forcing her to look at him at an odd angle.
“Answer me,” he said.
“No, no one has been there.”
“Good. I’m taking that all for myself.”
Refuse him. Tell him no.
She kept her lips shut and her words of denial to herself. Tiny could have any part of her, but she would not give him everything. When she first met him as a young girl she would have been a fool and offered him everything on a plate. Now, after the time they’d been together, Eva knew he would only hurt her more. She couldn’t afford to give him her heart and soul.
He was like the men she’d run from. Her father’s fighters were of a similar mind, using women for pleasure.
Cutting off the thoughts of her past she moaned as his finger penetrated her ass, working her over. The pain and pleasure mixed together catching her unaware. She felt her arousal flooding her pu**y and spreading down her thighs.
“I’ll take my sweet time taking your ass, Eva.”
No words were necessary as in the next breath he pulled out of her pu**y only to slam back inside. Holding onto the counter she did her best to stay still. Tiny was not a small man or a weak man. He possessed a lot of strength behind his thick corded muscles.
“Let me hear your moans. I want to hear your pleasure, Eva. Give it to me.”
She sank her teeth into her lip denying him her pleasure.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
With the feel of his palm on her ass and the sting from his spanks, Eva could no longer keep her sounds to herself. Releasing her lip she cried out, groaning as his other hand returned to her clit.
“That’s it, baby. Show me how much you love my cock. You’re so f**king wet. Your cream is coating my dick.” He thrust into her in six hard thrusts, stroking her clit.
She splintered apart coming over him once again.
“Good girl. Let’s see how you take a second finger.”
He touched her ass, wiggling his finger, stretching her open. The hand between her thighs returned to her hip. She couldn’t move. The strength he had kept her firmly in place. Tiny could seriously hurt her, and it wouldn’t take him much to do.
The fact his hands caressed her rather than hurt her made Eva feel better.
“Fuck, your ass is tight. I’m going to have to work this ass to get what I want.”
Still Eva remained silent.
His second finger opened her up. The pain confused her even though pleasure struck every sensory nerve she possessed. Tiny knew what he was doing to her. He was clearly confident in what her body needed. How was she going to walk away come Friday?
Eva didn’t know the answer to that question, only that she had to in order to save her a lot of heartache.
Chapter Four
Eva took his fingers, and he sawed them together, opening up her ass. He’d never known a woman to be so f**king tight. Most of the women he knew were sweet-butts who were used to be taken in every orifice.
Only he would be the one to take full possession of Eva. She wasn’t a virgin, but her ass was untouched, and he intended to take it. Pumping his fingers into her ass he felt her cunt ripple around him.
He loved this woman and had been in love with her for a long time. No matter what he felt for her, he wouldn’t give in to the need. Being the leader, the boss of The Skulls, stopped him from letting himself be that vulnerable. Patricia had protection in her brother and had died of cancer. She broke his heart when she died. They’d had their problems, but he really did love her. He would still be with her now if she was alive. But Eva was alive, breathing, and had the power to shatter every part of him.