Fight For Her Heart: Tattooed Seduction (Rock Hard Doms) (6 page)

I stopped in front of the door marked GAULLE.

At first, I wanted to knock, but it was half-cracked. I
pushed it open another inch, instantly drawn toward the shape beneath
the dim light in the corner.

William had his gorgeous back turned to me. He moved a
towel packed with ice across his face, smoothing the blows he'd taken
to the jaw, letting the ample moisture fan out across his mountainous
peaks and valleys.

“
William!” I took two steps inside and
clamped my mouth shut. The whisper came out louder than I expected. I
didn't intend such a loud echo.

His face craned to me and he lowered the towel. When
William saw me, he stood, brightening his blood red face with a wide
grin.

“
I'll be damned! You made it.” He moved as
swiftly as I'd seen him move in the ring, like a big cat circling in
on its prey.

William walked past me. His muscular hand flattened
against the door.

Its closing click rang in my ears, giving us all the
privacy in the world. I knew then that I had a real chance to throw
myself at him, begging for his touch, sacrificing sanity and
propriety for one little taste of his beautiful, slightly bruised
body.

**Damaged or not, he was perfect. I had to make this
titan, this hero, this warrior mine. All mine.

“
Well?” He asked, dropping the wet towel to
the ground, raising both eyebrows. “How did you like your first
underground fight?”

“
Incredible!” I shook my head, letting the
tremble swagger through my body. Fires tugged me down, anchored in my
middle, burning just for him.

“
I don't even know what to say.” I felt dumb
and speechless. “The way you moved out there...downing such a
big man. I thought it was impossible.”

William chuckled softly. He waved me into his lair. When
he turned his back, my eyes went instantly to his glistening tattoos,
sweat rolling across the shadowy serpents engraved on his back.

“
Is that design the secret to your power?” I
said, breathing the best sarcasm I could into my voice.

He turned, staring at his tattoos in the long mirror
fixed to the wall. “Could be. I had the artist give my lines a
flourish like the serpents in Roman symbolism.”

“
Roman?” I smiled slightly, surprised at
such a serious answer.

“
That's right.” William turned toward me,
his bright eyes glowing like small, warm seas in the room's shadows.
“Rome was the only thing I liked in the stuffy classrooms when
I was a kid. That's where I first found out what this means, and fell
in love with the design.”

He lifted his arms, flexing the muscles that made up his
strong arms. His hands pivoted backwards and he pointed at the
stripes on both shoulders with his thumbs.

“
Authority. Dominance. It probably sounds arrogant
to you, but out in the ring, it works. Ever since I started making
the rounds, I vowed I'd never let any man overpower me in the ring.”

William stepped forward, his nostrils flaring slightly.
I wondered if he could smell the stark arousal tinged with awe
floating off me.

“
Say something, Rosie,” he said, his voice
one octave above a growl. “I brought you back here to talk.
Unless there's something else you're after?”

His arms shot out and he grabbed me. I held in a squeak,
trembling beneath his fiery grip. One heel slipped and I started to
fall.

He caught me, but he wasn't going to be content with
standing me up. William lowered both of us to the matted floor,
smooth and determined, his body shifting in place to cover mine.

I stared up into the bright jewels centered in his
sweaty, strong face. If he styled himself a Roman warrior, then I
must've been his conquest, a treasure ripe for pillaging after he'd
beaten his powerful enemy.

“
How're you feeling?”

A little claustrophobic.
The truth formed in my brain. Shy, stupid fears competed with the
howling lust rippling out from the inferno between my legs.

The reptile part of my
brain wanted to shrink in terror, throw him off me, and go running
into the
frigid night. But
the rest of my mind connected with my heart, and it commanded my body
to
stay,
complete and
alive in his strong hands.

Only one way to change this. If he'll have me...

My moment of truth had arrived. My breathing picked up,
quickly matching his heavy chest rising and falling above me.

I stopped. Eyes gently closed, I inhaled the cinnamon
spice wafting off his body, letting his scent re-wire the bad
connections clipped by my attacker in the alley.

I wouldn't – couldn't! – let what had
happened at the studio happen again. There wouldn't be a third
chance.

He needed to kiss me. Right now.

I wasn't sure what happened first. My legs opened a
little wider for him, my wrists relaxed, and I went limp and
breathless. I pursed my lips and angled my neck upward.

Soft. Inviting. Hungry.

Take me, warrior! Forget the past. Don't hold back.
Take control, just like you do in the ring.

The light behind my eyelids disappeared. I sensed his
powerful face moving to mine, lips searching for a soft place to
land, to burn and pillage.

His kiss lit me on fire. He sucked the breath from my
lungs, replacing my uncertain fog with brilliant, purifying fire.

I almost choked at the intensity. The part of my brain
running on fear shut down, and all circuits went firing toward
desire, feeding the frenzy raging between my legs.

Moaning into his mouth, I stiffened.

His tongue devoured my excitement, lapping at my moan in
swift laps, circular and sweetly hypnotic. My knees began to tremble.
My lips were satisfied, but the rest of me needed more – and
needed it now!

“
Oh, fuck!” I whispered. “No man's
ever kissed me like that.”

He muttered something about wanting me like no one else,
the words of an apex hunter. “Think you can handle my heat?”

Yes! No! Maybe?

I mumbled a weak reply, too drunk on the sticky dynamite
going off inside me to say anything coherent. Really, I didn't know
if I could handle him, but there was no stopping this.

Not when my body needed it so bad. My skin heated,
softening beneath his touch, submitting and opening itself for every
last rigor he intended to make on my ready flesh.

Suddenly, his strong hand was on my skirt. He worked it
down, pouring his hot breath across my moist face, panting in triumph
when layer one was down to my knees.

When he hooked his fingers across the waistband to my
panties, I almost died. I felt his fingers on the soft strip of hair
above my sopping wet center. Then, in a feral push, my panties were
gone, joining my skirt on the floor as he curled my legs around his
sides and tossed away the hated things concealing what he wanted
most.

Bright eyes. All fire.

No mercy here. Just desire.

I lost myself in them like never before, diving into his
sparkling seas, deep into their hot springs. A huge bulge rubbed
against my crotch beneath his trunks. Thick, curved, and absolutely
perfect for working its way to my depths, marking me as his forever.

“
William! Don't hold back,” I moaned,
digging my nails into his bare back, just as he'd commanded. “I
want to make up for before. I want us to make up for everything.”

He smiled, and then the gentle grin became a tiger's
snarl. He away his trunks, his boxers, pushing his naked hardness to
my entrance.

William pushed inside me with a grunt. He invaded me
without holding anything back, sinking to my slick, quaking depths
like an explorer racing into a treasure chamber.

I lifted my hips. My clit sizzled as he began to thrust,
scraping against his trimmed hair each time he went deep. He ground
forward, impacting my delicate flesh, driving on and rocking us both
with mechanical, unstoppable lust.

William's fingers grabbed at my shoulder and held me
down. His face went straight to my shoulder, my target zone,
ruthlessly burying his tongue, teeth, and lips against my sensitive
flesh.

Moans turned into screams. I bucked against him,
swallowing my pleasure, uncertain how thick the walls between the
rooms back here really were.

Who cares?
An
insistent voice pipped up inside me.
He said he wouldn't
hold anything back. And neither should you.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him a little tighter.
My feet pinched together above his ass. Sharp fingernails stroked at
his back, just a few flicks away from scratching at his flesh.

He leaned into them, growling with renewed fury when he
sensed the sharpness.

“
Wrists above your head, little Rose. I want to go
deeper. Harder.” He smiled at me, studying my eyes to make sure
I still kept the panic at bay. “I told you I go rough, baby.
And I don't let up until it's all over...”

His hips rolled forward, sending his cock deep inside
me. I jerked and moaned. Pleasure cut through me, a darker, eviler
heat than anything I'd known with a man.

William already reached deeper than any other man. My
heart, my mind, my flesh – in this moment, everything belonged
to him. The tip of his erection rested against my cervix, powerful
and poised.

I obeyed. Shuddering, I lifted my wrists above my head
and planted them on the mat, squishing them together.

His huge hand landed in the center a second later,
clasping my hands shut in his grip. William's opposite hand reached
up, grabbed for my ponytail, and clenched it tight.

I grunted. Sudden excitement lifted me up, even as he
lowered himself and started to thrust again.

His pace grew frantic. Furious. He fucked me raw,
savage, and most importantly,
deep,
just as he'd promised.

Each hammer blow sent his balls crashing against my
flesh. My eyes rolled, imagining the brute ecstasy of feeling him
emptying inside me.

Oh, fuck! He isn't wearing a condom, is he?

I knew the answer. And holy hell, I hoped it was right.

His bare, swollen hardness wouldn't feel so good gliding
through my sex if he was surrounded in latex. No, this was naked and
natural, too incredible to stop.

Thrust by thrust, animal instincts switched on. I
couldn't think rationally anymore, couldn't stop my legs from
pinching so tight around him they burned like glowing anvils.

I wanted him to keep pounding away in my forge, and if
he had to spill his liquid fire deep in my mold, creating something
beautiful with our fire, I was ready.

William's breathes went ragged. His whole body slapped
me gently when he dove deep. My nipples were smashed against his rock
hard chest through my shirt, pleading to be released.

But it would have to wait. Our bodies had more important
business, throbbing urges well beyond foreplay.

His fist pulled tighter, tighter, making my hair blaze
at the roots. What started in my womb became a full body
conflagration. Fire raced through me, above and below, a tempest of
pure orange and smoke and heat that swept up my every molecule,
inside and out.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I came, pushing my hair
into his hand, shoving my hips onto his pistoning glory.

My teeth, lips, and muscles trembled beneath him.
Relentless spasms ripped through me, gradually quickening as they
reached their deepest pitch. I was lost, delirious, and loving it.

Unbelievably, William sped up. He fucked me faster
still, stopping every other second to grind his pubic shield hard
against my clit.

His movements poured kerosene on the fiery rupture in my
body, sending the dancing flames to the last few parts of me
untouched by his fury. The air evacuated my lungs. I couldn't even
squeak, laying beneath him with a vice-like grip and an open mouth,
battered into submission by his divine strength.

On and on, William's hardness rolled. His lips came down
and sucked at my neck, grazing supple flesh with his teeth, teasing
and satisfying all at once.

And I just kept coming, too dumbstruck and breathless to
do anything else.

Every convulsion brought me a little deeper into his
grip, into the dark zone created by him, where everything except
raging pleasure was forbidden. My legs twitched and I started to go
limp.

The staccato slap of his flesh on mine ticked up to a
breakneck speed. His hips fanned the dying fires, stroking my
exhausted clit, forcing me to burn all over again.

I caught my breath. Shrill disbelief whimpered from my
lips. I started to wonder if he was even human.

How can any man keep up this long? At this pace?
Maybe he really is a Greek god...

But my deliciously drunk mind was playing tricks.
William's steel turned into hard, slick diamond beneath my legs, and
he nearly stopped breathing.