Stolen (A Bad Boy Romance #2)

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“Kathryn,” he said slowly as he grabbed his shirt and shucked it off, “you need to know exactly what you are getting into. I won’t be easy with you, I won’t be gentle. I can’t be. I’m not the kind of man-”

I silenced him with a kiss. I didn’t want him to know the fear running through my veins, didn’t want him to see how I was feeling inside. I just wanted to feel him inside of me. I didn’t want to think about anything else.

“I don’t care, Janson. I want you. I’ll take you any way I can get you.” I meant it as I said it, but the worry that he would be too rough was already seeping into me. I couldn’t tell him, couldn’t let him know the truth. Because if I did, I would never have him.

But I could tell from the way he spread my thighs and growled out my name that it was something he wanted to hear. I knew the truth about who he was. About what he was. I wasn’t oblivious to the life he led, I wasn’t immune to the truth of it all. He was a stone cold killer, just like the rest of them. Except for the soulful look in his eyes. It made me see something more. It always had.

I reached for his pants and unbuckled them, but his own hands took over and he kissed me as he expertly removed them.

I snuck a peek as I pulled away from him. I’d done some things with guys, sure, but never a man as big as that. Holy f*ck
, he was huge. I gulped air in as I admired him and then looked back up into his eyes.

I must’ve been white as a sheet because he grinned with a fierceness that said only one thing. He was taking pleasure in my fear.

Janson grabbed me and pushed me down onto the bed so that my back was flat against it. “f*ck
, Kat. I want you so bad that I can’t wait any longer.” He kissed my earlobe and then down my entire jaw, leaving little bites as he caressed my body with his hands.

“Janson,” I said as I arched my back into him. f*ck
. He knew exactly the right ratio of pleasure and pain to make me want more. Everyone else had always treated me with kid gloves. Afraid I would shatter if they touched me. But he wasn’t doing that, no. He was giving me exactly what I wanted, exactly how I wanted it. “I want you now.”

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me as he grabbed my hips and lined himself up. f*ck
. I felt him as he entered me inch by inch, softly, slowly, testing before continuing. It hurt, but just for a moment as I adjusted, and all the pleasure that followed it was worth it. My moan was entirely unintelligible as he thrust into me. Janson was so big and strong inside of me, pressing against the walls of my p*ssy

as he filled me.

That was when all signs of gentleness ended, though. His nails dug into me and he thrust himself into me over and over again, his cock quick to plunge into my depths. It was totally overwhelming; every sense I had was completely focused on him. Oh, the way he made me feel. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t do anything but feel. All there was in this world was him and me. Nothing else was there. Nothing else mattered.

And it lit something inside of me that I didn’t know existed.

I moaned and pulled him into me, digging my nails into his back. As he arched his back, he buried himself further into me, making me moan in return. Janson bent down and kissed my neck, giving me a sharp bite at just the right time, the kind that made me scream in pleasure and pain.

He was so damn good at this.

“More, Janson. More,” I moaned, begging for him to push harder. Faster. And he did. He didn’t hold back, not even a little bit, as he shifted our positions, so that my legs were propped up over his shoulders and he was drilling into me. f*ck
. I could see the look in his eyes. It was like he was possessed by someone else. Something else.

But he didn’t stop and he didn’t let up until I was cumming and screaming his name, pressing myself into the bed, bunching them up and grabbing his sheets and twisting them up.

I screamed out again, bucking into him as he came along with me. Our pleasure shared, he sunk into the bed and pulled me into his arms. They were so strong as he held me there against him.

I let myself be wrapped up in him.

“This has to stay between us, Janson. It has to be a secret,” I said, my words calculated. “I don’t know what they would do if they found out.”

“I think we can handle it,” he said as he kissed my neck. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”





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