Caught: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (His Domination Book 2) by Cynthia Dane

reward?”
    What haven’t I done? “Everything you’ve wanted.”
    Henry kissed her, quickly, as if the man couldn’t control himself. Go ahead. Lose control. What Monica would give to feel Henry completely go alpha on her! “You haven’t given me everything I want yet, Monica.”
    “What do you want, Master? I’ll give it to you right now.” She tried to free her hands, but Henry was too strong. Boo hoo.
    “I want you,” he began, staring deep into her eyes, “to beg for whatever I give you.”
    She could do that.
    “Yes, yes, take me right here!” Monica felt like a loose woman on the verge of losing the last of her morals. Henry was on her, kissing whatever he came into contact with, his arms falling to touch her breasts and to lift her hips around his waist. Monica slid down the wall but kept her balance by wrapping her arms completely around him. When he discovered that she wore no underwear that night, she could only smile and say, “My Master didn’t tell me to put all my clothes back on earlier.”
    “You sly vixen.” Henry held her up with one hand and undid his zipper with the other. “Look at what you do to me. I’m supposed to be a collected man.”
    It didn’t take long for his cock to pierce her where it mattered most. By then he had given in to his base desires, growling into Monica’s ear and squeezing her flesh as he drove himself right into her. She cried out, nails digging into his suit. Sure, she had been aroused for a good twenty or so minutes, but her body hadn’t been prepared for this kind of quick and rough sex. Pain seared through her as Henry forced himself deeper, his teeth in her shoulder and his determination winning out over how dry she still was. Not for long. The sheer rawness of his actions sent Monica to a different plane of existence in that dark abode.
    This man wanted her so badly that he pulled her into this room to fuck her. Didn’t matter if she was ready. When Monica threw down her gauntlet back at the table, she had signed herself up for whatever punishment he felt like dishing out.
    Taking her with a side of pain felt pretty appropriate.
    “Henry!” Monica clung to him, her head bumping against the wall as he thrust up into her. “Yes! Fuck me! Please!”
    It hurt, but not for long. Given the intensity of the situation she quickly acclimated, her arousal flushing her skin in time to Henry’s thrusts. The next time he completely pulled out and slammed into her again, he met almost no resistance.
    Monica never forgot what he asked of her.
    “Punish me, please!” Somewhere in the frenzy Henry found the ability to smack the side of her ass as he took her against the wall. Monica’s legs dangled around his waist, one shoe falling off and clattering to the floor. The front of her dress was pulled apart, her breasts hanging out for Henry to indulge in whenever it pleased him – which was every single second he wasn’t kissing her lips or leaving a bruise on her throat. This primal showcase of his affections had Monica riveted to the point she squeezed his torso and sang her pleasure into his ear.
    “Shit!” Henry pinned her to the wall again, his cock buried deep within her and his cologne overpowering the last of her senses. This was it. This was what it felt like to be caught by the man who pursued her.
    And claimed by him, which happened a mere moment after Monica began to climax, her voice echoing in the VIP room.
    His grunts of release were better than any music playing in the main room of The Dark Hour. Monica squeezed her eyes shut so she could concentrate on the warmth filling her, connecting her to the man so enthralled with her that he couldn’t wait until they got home.
    “Thank hell,” he muttered, staying still within her and catching his breath. Monica opened her eyes, leaning against him, kissing the underside of his chin as he tipped his head back. “You’re something else.”
    Henry released her, and the first thing Monica noticed was