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I drive into her, one sharp controlled snap of my hips after another and her throat gives up a breathy, helpless sound at the same time I let out a low growl. It takes every ounce of control I have not to come instantly. The way she allows herself to succumb to ecstasy has me in awe. My cock twitches hard inside her—she feels incredible. The curved bars on my cock roll as I glide in and out, magnifying every sensation and taking me to another level. I blink hard, doing my damnedest to focus on her pleasure and making good on my promises. If she wants rough, I’ll give it to her.

My hand slides up the nape of her neck, into her hair, and I grip, pulling her head up. “Let them see your gorgeous face, baby.”

“Yes!”

“Such a tough little thing, aren’t you?” I grip harder, only slowing long enough to make her whimper, then slamming back into that rhythm she craves. “You can take it.”

She groans, one hand gripping the windowsill in front of her, her knuckles blooming white, the other hand hidden between her legs.

Releasing her hair to grab her neck, I’m rough, keeping the placement safe, but ensuring my fingerprints stay left behind. “Now rub that little toy up and down your clit.” For all intents and purposes, I’m considering it a vibrator. “Come on, Anna. Do it.”

The ragged moan torn from her throat is evidence of her obedience.

“You like being told what to do when I have my hand on your throat, don’t you?”

“Mm-hmm,” she mewls.

“Words, Duchess.” I quicken my tempo, releasing her hair and striking her ass three times in quick succession.

She mumbles something unintelligible, but her pitch grows higher. I glance at her reflection in the window to see her eyes rolled back as she wrestles with her composure. I chuckle to myself.

“Aww, my poor filthy little thing. So desperate, and with no idea what to do with herself.”

I pause to clumsily grab another glob of oil and work it over me, then get back to it, taking long greedy strokes. Her mouth drops open and I turn her chin, kissing her. It’s sensual and messy—and almost too tender for how firm I’m gripping her. She melts into my mouth, and I swallow every delicious sound.

Every inch of my cock is thrumming, she’s slick and tight enough that it makes my vision fucking blur. I go harder, knowing we’re both about to finish.

“That’s my filthy little thing. It’s fun when you finally let yourself play rough, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” she sighs, words failing her.

I drive into her with a steady, punishing rhythm that makes the whole kitchen answer for it—jars on the countertop rattle. She cries out for more, so I give it, exhaling through clenched teeth. Goddamn.

My gaze catches on the bowl of produce. I stare at it for three whole seconds. I know it’s washed . . . Fuck it. I grab the cucumber by the middle, the ridiculousness of it almost enough to make me laugh if I weren’t so fucking gone by the sight of her bent over, trembling, and brave enough to look at me like she trusts every terrible idea in my head.

“Look at you, you’re willing to trust me with anything, aren’t you.”

“I don’t care, just let me come.”

As soon as I reach around with the narrow vegetable and knock the frother out of her hands to make room, the chill of the cucumber on her pussy causes her to flinch briefly. She’s so fucking wet that it slides in beautifully and her hands fly to the edge of the sink as her whole body jolts beneath my palm. I thrust it in and out of her while fucking her from behind.

“You gonna squirt all over the kitchen floor for me, dirty girl? Let’s see that pussy come . . . I’ve got you,” I remind her, my voice low and rough.

The sound she makes is fucking obscene. Anna comes with my name tearing out of her, followed by a splash at our feet. I toss the cucumber on the counter and catch her against my body while she spills over completely. My name tears out of her as every last shred of control snaps.

Release hits me like a fucking blackout, and I fill her ass with every pent-up drop of me. I come so hard I forget how to breathe. We finish together, exchanging vicious pulses. My held exhale bursts out of me. “Fuck!” I don’t need to be in her cunt to experience the throb of her orgasm.

When we’re finished, the kitchen floor is shining beneath our feet, and we’re panting like we’re on the edge of hyperventilating, breathing like we’ve committed a crime. I hold her through the last tremors, refusing to let her collapse until I know her body is ready to be gathered instead of tossed around.

For a second, neither of us moves. The room is finally quiet except for our ragged breaths and dripping puddles. Anna is still braced against the sink and I’m still buried in her ass, half considering just moving in permanently. Our gaze drops to the counter at the same time and we stare at the cucumber. It’s just . . . there.

I clear my throat. “Did you, uh, have plans for that?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t think my plans are relevant.”

“He’s seen too much combat.”

“So, he’s covered in . . . in honorable discharge?”