Bound and Determined by Anara Bella Page B

pushed her up against the door. Lifting her left leg around his waist, he held it there with one hand clasped around her thigh.
    They both panted for breath. His fingers tangled in her curls until he found her clit, hot, hard and waiting in desperate anticipation of his touch. She gasped and her inner muscles clenched.
    He trembled. “You’re already wet for me.”
    “God, yes.”
    He teasingly slid a finger partway into her and stopped. “Do you want me to fuck you? Right here, right now?”
    She barked a laugh. “What do you think?”
    “I want to hear you say the words.”
    She bit his bottom lip, then soothed it with her tongue. Nipped his jaw, his ear. “I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now. Hard and deep.”
    His cock jumped. “It’s so fucking hot when you talk dirty.”
    He let go of her leg and, after fishing through his wallet, tossed it aside. The second the condom was on, he wrapped her legs around his waist and pinned her against the door, impaling her with his cock.
    He didn’t take things slow. With inexorable pressure, he pressed forward until he was inside her up to his balls.
    Letting his head drop back, he strove to catch his breath. “This isn’t going to last long.”
    “It doesn’t have to.”
    He chuckled. “You’re perfect, you know that?”
    He started to move, thrusting with powerful strokes, building speed, driving them on until they were both stretched tighter and tighter, right to the edge, to the very limit.
    God, each and every time was amazing with him. She was almost there, but what she sought shimmered just out of reach. “More. I need more.”
    He reached between them and pinched her clit and that was it. She shattered into a million pieces. Two more thrusts and he followed after her with a muffled shout.
    His forehead dropped to hers while they both gasped for breath.
    “You are fucking incredible, you know that?”
    She managed a small smile. “So you keep telling me.”
    He chuckled. “Good thing the music’s loud otherwise I think they would have heard us.”
    She nodded and tried not to think how embarrassing that would have been. Didn’t matter though, it would have been worth it.
    Once they’d caught their breath, they got dressed. Asia opened the door a crack, saw the coast was clear, turned off the light and they slid into the hallway as if nothing had happened.
    “I need to go to the ladies’ room.”
    “I’ll meet you over by the bar.”
    “Okay.”
    In the washroom, she straightened her hair and cleaned up as best she could, then went to meet Marcus over by the bar.
    And stopped dead in her tracks.
    Asia couldn’t believe it, but the same redhead as before was coming onto Marcus. Again. The bitch had a bloody lot of nerve. Asia’s anger rose in her throat, almost choking her. She wanted to cry and to scream and everything in between. The whole gamut of emotions crashed through her system, her stomach plummeted and she was at once both hot and cold.
    She watched as the bitch laid her hand on Marcus’s thigh, squeezed and then laughed at something he said. All the feelings swirling inside of her coalesced into one piercing emotion, one she’d managed to brush off earlier but somehow this time she wasn’t able to do it.
    Bright, vibrant jealousy flooded her, overwhelming and all encompassing to the point that it threatened to choke her.
    Somehow the covetous redhead’s dogged determination touched a raw nerve she couldn’t suppress.
    Maybe it was her flagrant persistence. Maybe it was her nerve. Or maybe it was the way her posture and attitude screamed at Marcus to, “take me, I’m yours”. Whatever it was, she couldn’t dismiss it so easily this time.
    The bitch knew he was with someone, but that didn’t even slow her down. She wanted him, or she wanted whatever help he could give her career. It didn’t matter which. The end result was the same. How many other beautiful women were out there who wouldn’t hesitate to throw themselves