Beauty and the Blitz by Sosie Frost Page A

seized my victory with a flick of my fingers. Her hips bumped upwards, practically crushing her clit against my hand. “What is it you want most?”
    Piper shuddered. “Something you can’t offer me.”
    “I’m not picking out curtains and china patterns…I’m talking sex. Fast. Hard. You on your knees while I take what’s owed to me.”
    “ Owed ?”
    I grinned. “To the victor, the spoils. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be taken. Fucked. You’ve fantasized about it.”
    Piper muffled her groan with a nibble of her lip. She trembled as I teased her, rubbing my fingers against her swollen little slit.
    “I haven’t thought about you at all,” she whispered.
    “Yes, you have. And I know what you imagined.”
    “What?”
    “ The Beast .”
    “That’s not true.”
    I rubbed harder, fiercer. Her whimper of warning almost melted me into the water.
    “You want me because I’m nothing you’ve had before…” I bit her lip and tasted her moan. “Because I’m dangerous . Because you know my reputation. Say it.”
    Piper kissed me, but she’d forever deny the surrender. “You’re a monster.”
    “On the field and in the bed, beautiful. And you love it.”
    “I don’t.”
    I chuckled, slowing my circles on her clit. Her breathing sharpened. “You want a beast to ravish you. To fuck you on your hands and knees like an animal until you’re breathless and spent.”
    “Is that what gets you off?” Piper arched. “Do you like being so rough and dominating?”
    “It doesn’t matter.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I don’t know who else to be, beautiful. That’s who I am. I’m bigger, stronger, harder than any other son of a bitch in this world. You want me to apologize for getting hard thinking about it?”
    “Not if that’s what you want.”
    Goddamn this woman. I punished her for the mind-games, flicking my finger over that budded clit just to make her gasp.
    I fucked the way I fucked because that’s all I knew. It was good. It got the job done. No one ever complained.
    I never before wondered how it’d feel to do it…differently. To move within a woman without that muscle-raking ferocity. I never imagined how comforting it might have been to talk with her without guarding my words or hiding my pain.
    I never thought I’d find someone I could trust.
    But it’d be just as impossible to find someone who trusted me—mind, body, and soul—in return.
    But I wasn’t a fool. This was my place in life. Women got fucked, but they didn’t stay the night. The team paid my salary, but they tightened a leash around my neck. The fans wanted blood until their favorite players landed under me.
    The world encouraged me to become The Beast until they realized they’d created a monster.
    And monsters didn’t get to make love .
    I growled, low and deep, silencing Piper’s questions with a dark kiss. She surrendered to me, and I twisted my fingers over her, running a tight circle over her silken clit. She shivered, presenting her breasts, her curves, the surgical scar below her navel. It didn’t mar her. It made her more beautiful as the water trickled over her skin.
    I’d never held anyone so lovely. So gorgeous she was almost fragile. Precious.
    Mouth-watering .
    I flicked my tongue over hers as firmly as I stroked her slit. The shudder cast deep inside of her. She clutched at my arms, groaned into my mouth, and tensed.
    Already ?
    Her body rocked against mine. Her whimper nearly sent me over the edge without a tug to my cock.
    Piper came hard enough to scream, but she hardly made more than a murmur. She shook, twisted, gasped in surprise. So innocent. So wanton.
    I wanted to force that crest again within her. Faster. Harder. Without a break or pause.
    Piper didn’t need air. She needed to come. Repeatedly. Endlessly.
    Because of me.
    I had to fuck this woman. Nothing else in the world mattered. Not the team. Not the trade. Not my entire goddamned career. I’d give it all up, ignore it, destroy it