Hard Way by Katie Porter Page B

thrust. With one quick yank, he popped the buttons of another expensive work shirt. Her bra was a front clasp. Open. Exposed to him in the moonlight.
    Dash stripped his T-shirt and, in defiance of their angered game, he slid it along her pussy lips and down between her ass cheeks. A few times. Cleaning. A real assailant wouldn’t give a damn, but he didn’t want Sunny’s tender flesh scored with grit.
    Because she was still the woman he loved.
    And she was sprawled on her back, knees to her breasts, face a mess. Her dark eyes were hazed. After satisfying himself with that wicked sight, he looked down. He couldn’t take his eyes off the two gorgeous choices waiting between her legs.
    He wet his dick in her pussy. Withdrew. Then he shoved to the hilt into her ass. Sunny’s eyes went wide, her mouth opened, and Dash got the scream he’d been after.
    There it is. There it is.
    Nothing stopped him now. He curled his hands around her thighs. He pried them open despite how her knees remained bound. He wanted her more vulnerable. Just more .
    “Dash, Liam, stop. Please. I’m begging you. Stop . I can’t…”
    “You can,” he panted. Every thrust meant hitting her body, hips to ass. He planted his hands on either side of her face and levered over her. All his strength. All his anger. “You will, because I fucking say so. You wanted this, Sunita. You dared me. This is me… Goddamn . This is me accepting your dare.”
    Her asshole offered no resistance now. He jerked in and out with the same ease he’d found in violating her slippery cunt. So he took. Pounded. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she thrashed her head.
    “What if I really mean it?” She groaned when he slammed home. “How would you know? How would you know if I wanted you to? Just… stop! ”
    Still no safe word. Eight years was all she would’ve needed to say, but she didn’t get close. These were still taunting protests.
    He gathered her petite body in his arms and crisscrossed them behind her back, driving into her as he’d never taken another woman.
    He found her ear and nestled his mouth against it. “I’m taking you, my pretty little slut. Taking. Right now, I own you.” His grunts sped as he amped up the intensity. So close now. He grabbed her left hand and shoved it between their bodies. “Show me. Show me how much you love this. Circle that swollen clit of yours. I’ll feel your pussy pulse even while I fuck your ass.”
    She complied instantly. Fast fingers. Her pace matched his. She thrashed until he had to resume his tight, crushing grip on her thighs. His mouth was still close to her ear.
    “I’m gonna send us both over with words, you mouthy whore. You ready?”
    “You couldn’t say a damn thing.”
    Grim. Both of them. Now. It had to be now.
    “My little wifey,” he said in a dark, low whisper. “I’m raping you.”
    Tight. Everything went tight. Sunny’s body first. She shuddered and shrieked and balled up like a fist. Then Dash. He exploded, filling her asshole with his come. Nothing worked right. He was only his dick and his fantasies and his world going silver blue at the edges.
    Moaning, collapsing, he withdrew as gently as he could. He kept repeating against her temple, “You wanted it too, Sunny. You wanted it.”
    Sunny slowly straightened her legs until they lay side by side in the dirt. Both panting. Both gone to someplace…other.
    She held his head and petted his hair back from his brow. “Yes, Liam,” she said softly. “I wanted it too.”

Chapter Ten
    Sunny was running on a level she didn’t understand. Her body had won. Her head floated three steps behind. By the time Dash steadied her and guided her to the passenger-side door, she had barely broken through the haze.
    Her knees were shaking. That didn’t count the raw, scraped pain radiating outward from them, or how sore her ass would be in the morning. She wasn’t fighting anymore. Her shoulders drooped with pure exhaustion.
    “Here you go,