Seduced by the Loan Shark (6 page)

understand. Whatever it was, it made me

feel special. It made me feel
wanted
.

Grasping my dress, I pulled it up and

over my head. I tossed it over my shoulder

bfore I slid down his thighs and unbuckled

his belt. Far from experienced, I betrayed

my poor seduction skills with my

trembling hands. He seemed amused by

my slightly fumbling attempts to get him

out of his pants. I pulled off his shoes and

socks and finally managed to drag his

pants and boxers down his hips.

Straddling his thighs again, I stared at

his big dick. I still couldn't believe that

thing had been inside me earlier today.

"I have condoms in my bedside table,"

he said. "I'm clean," he assured me. "I

haven't—I mean, it's been awhile since my

last relationship. I was tested a few

months ago and I'm good."

I was surprised he'd been celibate for

months. He didn't strike me as the kind of

man who had a hard time finding a date.

With as much power as he wielded within

Houston, he must have had women

throwing themselves at him. "Why?"

His brow furrowed. "Why what?"

"Why haven't you been with anyone in

months?"

"Sometimes you just need a break from

it, Cassie. I was tired of the scene. I

wanted something none of those women

wanted."

"And what's that?"

"Something real," he said, his voice

soft. He stroked my bare belly with his

fingertips. "I want something that's going

to last. I want someone to spoil and take

care of and love. I'm looking for the right

girl this time."

I didn't know what to say to that. Did he

think I was that right girl?

Not letting me dwell on that thought, he

asked, "Are you sore? I lost control there

at the end."

"Not really," I said. Truthfully, I was a

little sore from our wild, frantic coupling

on his desk. My pussy just wasn't used to

that kind of abuse. But I couldn't wait to

get him inside me again. I wanted to feel

his huge cock stroking me, filling me,

stretching me. I knew if I said anything,

he'd be super gentle and easy with me.

That wasn't what I wanted. I wanted him

to be wild and rough with me, to mark me

as his, to make me
feel
.

But first…

Hagen cursed as my tongue flicked

along the underside of his cock. I grasped

the base of his shaft in one hand, my

fingers unable to close around him, and

traced the head of his dick with my tongue.

The ruddy crown throbbed against my

lips. I'd only given head a few times. I

hoped Hagen would find my attempt

acceptable.

My fingers loosely gripped his shaft

and stroked up and down. I wet my lips

and sucked him into my mouth. His

impressive girth stretched my mouth wide.

Using my hands and lips and tongue, I

worked his cock. He sighed and groaned

with pleasure.

Though I tried to take as much of his

length into my moth as possible, I knew

there was no way I could deep throat him.

Luckily, I didn't think he would mind.

Hagen pushed up on his elbows and

watched me lick his shaft and suck the

head of his cock. His fingers sifted

through my loose hair as I bobbed up and

down on his dick.

"Come here," he said unexpectedly. He

clasped me by the upper arms and hauled

me up his body. I wasn't sure what he

wanted until I felt him start pressing on my

shoulder. Then I understood.

I spun around and planted my knees on

either side of his chest. Facing his feet, I

lowered my mouth to his cock again. I was

too short and he was just too tall to make

the traditional sixty-nine pose work but

Hagen found another way to drive me

crazy. Those thick, long fingers of his

explored my pussy.

Sucking his cock made me so wet. His

fingers encountered no resistance as they

slipped through my folds and circled my

swollen clit. He pushed a finger inside

me, penetrating me slowly. I moaned

around his dick. He groaned softly and

used both hands to stimulate me. Two

fingers thrust in and out of my wet

passage. The fingers of his other hand

rubbed my clit until I was clawing at his

thighs and groaning around the cock

buried in my mouth.

"Hagen!" I shouted his name as he

grabbed my hips and dragged me higher

up his body. He jammed his face between

my thighs and lapped at my pussy. The

odd position and the strange angle of his

flicking tongue awakened every nerve-

ending below my waist. I stroked his cock

with my hand as he devoured my sex, his

tongue lashing my clit until I exploded.

"Hagen! Hagen!
Ah
!"

He moaned between my thighs and kept

licking me until I thought I would pass out.

Overwhelmed, I slid off him and onto the

bed. He curled up to my back and grasped

my thigh. Lifting my leg, he angled his

body just right and thrust into my

welcoming

pussy

with

one

sharp

movement. I gasped at the sudden invasion

of his big cock.

Lips on my neck, he kissed my skin and

gently rocked in and out of me. I reached

back and clutched his side. His hand

snaked around my front and slid down my

lower belly. His fingers found my clitoris.

I sighed gently as he took me slowly, his

thrusts long and deep and measured, while

his fingertips circled my clit.

There was no race to climax this time. I

relished his heat and strength. Cocooned

in his strong arms, I closed my eyes and

focused on the wondrous sensations he

evoked with his fingers and thrusting cock.

His lips danced down my neck and across

my shoulder and cheek. "God, Cassie,

you're so fucking tight."

"Hagen," I whimpered his name.

He thrust hard enough to make me gasp.

"You love my cock, don't you, Cassie?"

"Yes," I said, nearly sobbing with need.

"You love the way my cock fills your

snug, little cunt."

"Yes.
Yes
!"

He bit down on the fleshy bit where my

shoulder curved into my neck and tapped

my clit with his fingertip. The sharp bite

and the increased pressure around my

clitoris sent me reeling over the edge. I

came hard as he continued to take me with

deliberate, deep thrusts.

I was still quaking with aftershocks

when he pressed me onto my stomach,

grabbed my hips and hauled me up onto

my knees. His fingers tangled in my hair

as he slammed into me, burying his shaft

to the hilt in my wet sheath. I cried out and

clawed at the duvet.

"Too much?" he asked, his voice tight

and clipped.

"No!
God
. No!" I pushed back to meet

his thrusts, proving that I liked this

rougher side of things. He growled and

started to take me like some wild thing.

My breasts ached. My nipples buzzed as

they drew tight to hard peaks. Our bodies

slapped together noisily. The force of his

bigger frame slamming into mine again

and again left me panting and shaking.

Never had I never imagined sex could be

like this. So wild. So primitive. So
real
.

"Hagen. Hagen!"

"That's it, Cassie. Beg me for my cock."

"More! Oh!
Oh
!"

"You want more, baby girl? Like this?"

He jackhammered my pussy now. Every

fast, shallow thrust added to my building

climax.

"Yes.
Oh!
Harder. Please.
Please
." I needed to come so badly. My poor clit

throbbed. I slipped a hand between my

thighs and furiously rubbed the pink pearl.

A short time later, I shrieked his name

again and started to come. I gripped the

bedcovers in one hand and strummed my

clit with the other while wave after wave

of pure bliss engulfed me.

I thought for sure he'd come with me but

he held back again. When my climax

finally faded, he flipped me onto my back

and climbed between my thighs. His huge

body covered mine. He planted those big

hands on either side of my head. When he

claimed my mouth in a sensual, searching

kiss, I melted. Our tongues fluttered

together as he thrust into me again and

again.

Captured beneath this male behemoth, I

experienced

the

strangest

thrill

of

belonging. My hands roamed his sides and

his back, my fingertips discovering the old

scars and dark tattoos marking his skin.

Some of the scars were obviously from

knives or other sharp objects. One or two

looked puckered like bullet wounds. A

few of them I couldn't even guess as to

how they'd been created.

Taking hold of his muscled forearms, I

held onto him. Our gazes clashed with

such intensity as he made love to me. Our

lips touched and separated, our breaths

mingling as he started to shudder and

approach the beginning of his climax. I

wound my thighs around his waist and

squeezed him tightly, milking his cock

with my pussy as he shoved deep inside

me and came. His lips ghosted across my

ear. Only one word escaped them.

"
Mine.
"

The possessive ring to his declaration

should have bothered me but I couldn't

imagine belonging to anyone else. I

wanted him to claim me. I wanted him to

call me his.

Hagen fell onto his side but pulled me

close. He tucked me into the little spot

created by his bent arm and thigh,

snuggling me tightly to his chest. I happily

placed my head on him and draped my

arm across his body. Feeling sleepy and

humming with post-orgasmic bliss, I let

him stroke and caress me.

I told myself I wouldn't fall asleep, that

I'd just doze for a few moments before

getting up to go home. The reassuring thud

of his big heart tempted me to stay even

longer. His lips brushed my forehead in a

gentle kiss. I realized in that moment that

Hagen was even more dangerous than I'd

ever imagined. Walking into his bar that

afternoon, I'd been sure he would break

me and my brother. Now, though, I

understood his biggest threat to me wasn't

violence.

No, it was
hope
. Hope that I wouldn't

be alone. Hope that I wouldn't have to

face life without someone to love and

support me.

And hope could be a very dangerous

thing.

CHAPTER FOUR

The annoying chirp of my cell phone

shattered the lovely dream I was enjoying.

Without opening my eyes, I slapped at

what should have been my bedside table.

The sensation of my hand smacking warm

skin shocked me right out of my

slumbering state. Sucking in a sharp

breath, I bolted upright.

"Easy." Hagen's now familiar voice cut

through the darkness. "It's just me."

I blinked a few times before the

memory of our night flashed through my

mind. "Did I fall asleep after…?"

"Yes. I didn't want to wake you. I had

your purse brought in from the car and let

you sleep."

My phone started to ring again. My

stomach knotted. It had to be very late or

very early. There was only one person

who could call me at this time of night and

so many times in a row. Groaning, I

pushed down the sheet and moved to the

edge of the bed. "Where is my purse?"

"I put it on the chair in the corner."

Hagen flicked on a lamp. I shielded my

eyes until they grew accustomed to the

brightness.

The idea of answering the phone while

naked weirded me out. Obviously, Ronnie

wouldn't be able to see me but it just

didn't feel right. I grabbed the first piece

of clothing I could find—Hagen's shirt—

and slipped into it. The phone started to

chirp and vibrate again. I picked up my