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She reaches back, her breasts rising and stretching with her arms as she whips her shirt off. I grab one breast so hard, she whimpers. The inhibition sickness slams me back from my lust as I realize I hurt her with that move. “Sorry,” I whisper.

“I like it, Lincoln,” she whispers back. “I like it a little rough.”

“It makes me sick if I physically hurt you, Molly. So I can’t get carried away.”

“You don’t know what hurts me. I know what hurts me. So you need to retrain yourself, Super Alpha.”

“No stupid nicknames,” I growl.

“You call me gun girl. So I can call you something too.”

“Yeah, because that name is damn cute and reminds me of that day out on the road. Super Alpha is just stupid.”

“Yeah, it’s stupid. Considering you’re not even alpha. I am.”

“Shit, woman.”

She laughs and kisses me on the neck, whispering in my ear. “Show me how alpha you are, Lincoln. Control me. Fuck me hard. Bite my nipples. Pound your cock into my pussy until I scream. I promise you, none of those screams will be from the pain.”

Good God. I push her harder against the wall. Molly Masters might have delusions of grandeur. She might see me as some superhero capable of cleaning up corruption and doing good deeds. And I might not be the hero she’s looking for, but Super Fuckman I can do.

“Show me, Alpha,” she moans, rocking her hips back and forth across my cock, trying to drive me crazy. “Show me the difference between pain and pleasure.”

“Be careful what you wish for, Detective. Because you’re about to get it.”

She squeals as I lift her up into my arms and carry her to the stairs, sitting her ass on a step halfway up. “Unbutton,” I order, pointing to her pants.

She obeys and then I grab the hem of her jeans and pull until they come flying off. “Let’s go upstairs,” she says.

“Let’s do it right here,” I counter. I undo the button and drag the zipper down my pants and then shove the fabric down until my cock springs out.

“No,” she squeals. And then she tries to turn and crawl up the stairs, but I flip her back around and press her hands into the step above her head. “Are you alpha enough to hold me down?”

“I’m gonna make you pay for that,” I say.

She squeals and tries to escape as I reach for her breast. But I grab her ankle and she goes crazy. Her whole body starts contorting. “I’m ticklish!”

“Hold still then, gun girl.”

She stops, or tries her best. Little giggles are still erupting out of her mouth. I’m being rough with her, but she’s sending me all the right signals. I just need to learn to read her better. Know her better. Teach her how I like it, and let her show me how she responds.

I spread her legs open on the stairs and lick her pussy. She sucks in air and then holds it in as my tongue sweeps around her folds. “Oh,” she moans. “My fucking God.”

I lick her again, then catch her soft skin between my teeth and give it a nip. She jumps, squealing, and the nausea rolls though me and I stop immediately.

A hand on my shoulder gives me reassurance. “It’s OK, Lincoln. I love it. Don’t get my signals mixed up.”

“I’ll never hurt you again, Molly. Ever. I promise. And if you need a hero, I’ll be your hero. You belong to me. You are my Omega and I love that. I wouldn’t trade what we have for anything.”

“Then take me the way you want, Alpha. Because we start now. This is our beginning. Tonight. Right here on my stairs. I want you to fuck me until you feel sick, then do it again and again until it doesn’t make you sick anymore. So next time you won’t have to wonder where my limits are.”

Jesus Christ. Molly Masters is my fantasy realized.

“Challenge accepted.”

Chapter Thirty-Two - Molly

His mouth is driving me crazy and it’s not nearly enough.

I don’t even know what to do except let him know I want more. So I thread my fingers into his unruly, bad-boy hair and grab hold. “Lick me,” I say, looking into his flashing eyes. “I’ll beg for it if you want. But please, just keep going.”

“Mmmmm,” he says around my nipple. “I like begging. But let’s make this a little more interesting.” And then he lowers himself down to my pussy and sucks on my clit.

“Jesus,” I whisper. “I agree, no matter what your idea is.”

He laughs into my pussy and this makes my back arch and my nipples jut up into hard peaks. His tongue feels like magic and when he pulls away, I try my best to make him continue. “Easy.” His words vibrate against my clit and drive me wild. “Let’s have some fun.”

“I’m fine with this kind of fun,” I moan. “Don’t stop.”

“But games are good, gun girl. And this one especially. It’s called pain and pleasure. I get to do anything I want. You get to tell me to keep going or stop and try something else. But you can’t be shy, Molly. You just have to trust me, open yourself up to new things, and be honest. That’s the only thing that matters.”

My heart starts beating fast. I’ve never been adventurous in bed but I’m willing to give it a shot. Take one for the team, as they say. “I’m your captive,” I say. His brows furrow and that little growl he does makes me shiver with anticipation. “I’m your prisoner, Lincoln. And I’m ready.”

He looks at me for a long moment, his eyes fixed on mine, those little flecks of amber shining intensely. “OK,” he says. He places his palms in that tender spot of skin that forms a dent behind each knee and rolls my legs forward, spreading them wide. I expect him to keep licking and sucking my pussy, but he dips down lower and his tongue sweeps against my little pucker of an asshole.

I tense up and draw in a gasp of air.

“Pain or pleasure?” he asks between licks.

“Pleasure, but—”

“Be patient,” he commands, cutting me off. “Don’t expect anything, and don’t get ahead of yourself. OK?”

I nod and whisper, “OK.”

As soon as the word comes out of my mouth his fingers are probing. He’s got his gloves off and even though the leather was the softest thing I’ve ever felt, his touch is softer. A gentle sweep, a lick and a suck, and a few breaths of air caressing the desire between my legs make me want to be wild.

But his slow patience, his complete attention, and his gentle nature as he explores the depths of my sexuality make me want to be still.

His fingers drift up so he can gather the wetness of my folds and drag it back down to where his tongue is still licking. Slowly he brushes the rim of my ass with my own desire. “Pain or pleasure?” he asks, the heat of his words making me close my eyes.

“Pleasure,” I whisper.

His fingers are already seeking out new territory before my answer is complete. He pushes against the tight muscles of my ass, and I wriggle away from the shock of it. “Pain,” I say.

He moves along without comment, his tongue making one more swirl around my clit before he drops my legs and crawls up the stairs, kissing his way up my belly at the same time. He pauses to suck on my left nipple, squeezing the right breast so hard, I gasp. But I say, “Pleasure.”

“Good girl,” he says, pleased. “Let’s finish upstairs.” And then he sweeps me into his arms and carries me up. I’m about to tell him which way to turn at the top, but then I remember he’s been here. He knows exactly where to take me. Left, and then into the bedroom, where he flips on the light with an elbow as we pass over the threshold. He lays me down on the bed, my covers all rumpled because I can’t even remember the last time I made the bed.

His pants are barely perched on his hips and his cock is long and hard, pushing through the gap made by the open zipper. I can’t help but look. He’s huge. We’ve had sex twice before but I’ve never seen him in the light.

“You want to put that—”

“Easy, girl,” he says, crawling up the bed towards me. “I told you not to get ahead of yourself. I know what I’m doing.”

He stares down at me, then cups my face and kisses me on the lips. A soft kiss. No tongue or anything, so I open my mouth and seek him out.

“So eager.”

“So horny.” I laugh.

“Shhh,” he says, admonishing me. “Turn over on your stomach.”

Oh, shit.

“Pain or pleasure?” he asks.

“You haven’t done anything.”

“Then why are you so nervous?”

I let out a long breath and turn over, my ass up in the air. He smacks it. Hard. It makes me yelp out and try to sit up. But he places his hand firmly on the cheek he just smacked, only this time it’s soft and gentle. “Pain or pleasure?” he says, caressing the sting away.

“Um…” I’m not sure. He did hurt me. And I’m pretty sure I have a bright red handprint on my bottom right now. But the soft touches afterward make the pain almost delightful. “Pleasure,” I finally say.

“Mmmm,” he says, leaning over to hum into my ear as he straddles my calves. I can feel how hard he is when he presses himself against my legs. “Right answer.”

My heart starts beating faster with anticipation but I’m immensely proud that I pleased him. I start to relax and then his hand comes down again with a sharp crack.

“Ow,” I say, coiling in on myself. And when I look over my shoulder, he’s doubled over, his hand across the taut muscles of his abs. “Lincoln?” I ask, panic starting. “Lincoln, are you OK?”

“I’m fine,” he manages after a few seconds to let the feeling pass. “Inhibition sickness. If I hurt you, believe me, I know it. I’m sorry.”

“We’re testing the limits, though, right? And I wasn’t really hurt, Lincoln. I just reacted wrong. I like the soft caresses after the smacks.”

He takes a deep breath, squints his eyes, and then opens them up and stares at me. “Lesson learned.”

“No,” I say, turning around and sitting up so I can see him better. “That’s not what I want to happen. How do I let you do that without making you sick?”

“We can work on it next time, Molly.”

“But—”

“Shh,” he says, the alpha back. “I made my decision. Enough of that.” He grins and winks. “I’ve got more, don’t worry. So lie face down on the bed.” I obey, ready to get back to the fun stuff. I hate making him sick. I hope we can get past the limits soon. “Spread your legs.”

Fuck. I never thought I’d admit this to myself, but I really love that alpha shit. And just to prove it, the wetness pools between my legs as I open them wider. A knee presses against my pussy and then his thumb is on my asshole and the rest of his fingers are splayed out across my cheek. I hold so still. I do not want to make him sick again. I’ve never had anal, but I’ve heard it’s both pain and pleasure and it makes me nervous.

“Relax,” he says, drawing the word out as he tests my limits by pressing his thumb even further inside me. “It won’t hurt. And maybe every guy on the planet says that the first time he takes a girl’s ass, but I have no choice but to make you love it, do I?”

What will it feel like to have that huge cock inside there? I stiffen at the thought.

“Molly,” he growls, “I said take it easy. I’m trying to make you feel good and you’re missing it.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.” I close my eyes, relax my shoulders, and pull my hands up and tuck them under my pillow like I do when I go to sleep.

He starts again, gathering more wetness from between my legs and dragging it up to my ass. The tip of his thumb slips in and then stops, but this time when the little shock of pain erupts, I relax even more and it fades.

“I love you,” Lincoln says from behind me. “And thank you.” He laughs. “I do not want to get sick every time I try to fuck your ass.”

I laugh a little at that. “Keep going.” And privately I’m excited that he’s an adventurous lover.

He pushes a little harder, and again there’s a slight shock to my system, but it fades when I force myself to be calm and open up to the idea. “Reach over and grab your lube from the drawer, Molly.”

“How do you know I have lube in the drawer?” I look over my shoulder to see his face and he’s shooting me a look.

“I’ve gone through this house from top to bottom. Several times. You do realize that the cameras are still here, right?”

“We’re making a sex tape right now?”

“We’re not turning them off,” he says, like the decision is final. I have no doubt that if I throw a fit those cameras will be turned off. But… it intrigues me. Heightens my desire and makes me want him to keep going even more. “I’m watching this later. And I’m gonna beat off to it in front of you.”