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  Arie’s eyes are closed tight as she processes her pleasure, and she tries to stifle a whimper.

  “Things change, Pierce,” she chokes out. “Like I said, I’ve been thinking about it forever. I want it now.”

  Arie’s hips begin to writhe from her excitement and she squeezes her thighs together snugly. I nuzzle my nose into the curve of her neck, taking in a deep breath of her as she moans with pleasure. She smells like gardenia on a warm, summer day and it’s more intoxicating than all the liquor I had at that stupid party.

  All I can think about is filling her up with my cock, taking her over and over again, letting her feel just how hard she is making me. I want her to know what she’s been missing all these years.

  “I’m going to make you scream tonight.”

  I don’t know what comes over me, but I reach down and rip her dress off her in a single motion. Arie gasps, but I cover her mouth with my own as I keep caressing her sex, parting her slick folds, making her moans flood into my mouth and increase my hardness ten-fold. I show her no mercy as my fingers explore the soft, warm flesh of her wet pussy.

  Our tongues dance as she shivers beneath touch, and I have to pull away to watch her body react to me. I trace my fingers across her warm flesh, watch her squirm when I blow cold air against her neck. I am barely suppressing the urge to bite and mark her flawless skin, to make sure the whole world knows she’s mine.

  Arie’s long black hair fans out all around her, framing her face like a dark halo. I snap away her bra, and her beautiful breasts, the breasts I’ve imagined a million times, fall free. My cock stiffens as I take in the curve of her full, voluptuous form. She opens her eyes and stares at me with overwhelming passion.

  “Keep touching me, Pierce. Never stop touching me,” she sighs as she closes her eyes again.

  I take hold of her chin and tilt her face up so she has to make eye contact with me. For a moment, she looks like a movie star, a painting, an angel glowing from the inside out. I can’t believe this is my Arie.

  “I don’t believe you’re ready for this,” I say, hating myself for holding back. This is what I’ve wanted for ten years and I’m going to fuck it up, the way I fuck everything up. There is no reason Arie should still be with me. She’s too good for me. I’m a useless asshole, and everyone knows it. Everyone but Arie.

  She just smiles and shakes her head, as if she’s lost in a fog of sex and desire. She isn’t going to back down.

  “I'm not kidding,” I say, “I’m not sure what you want but I don’t think you're not ready for this.”

  “Shut the hell up and fuck me, Pierce,” she says in a voice more self-assured than I’ve ever heard come out of her.

  That’s all it takes to scramble my brain beyond reason.

  I move in close, so close we’re almost touching, and I feel the heat behind the warmth of her full lips.

  “Your wish is my command,” I say with a growl.

  She slides her hand down the rippling muscles of my chest, pausing on my abdomen, drifting lazily over the bruises that have formed from my fight earlier. When she wraps her tiny, soft-skinned hand around my stiff cock, it sends signals to my brain that propel me into a state of pure lust.

  I groan as she grips my shaft. In one quick movement, I lift her up with one arm wrapped around her back so I can support her voluptuous frame. I take hold of one of her breasts and cup it firmly, squeezing it, then I lean down to lick her erect nipple.

  She moans raucously and begins to stroke my cock with even more eagerness. Her body tenses up, and I set her down on the bed so I can bury my face between her full breasts, comforted by the warmth of her fullness. I tilt her breasts together so I can suck both her nipples, letting my tongue trace them as I pluck them with my teeth, and she writhes underneath me.

  Arie caresses my cock to the point where I think I might come in her hand, and my body reacts in kind. My cock is practically burning with pleasure, twitching wildly against her palm, as she coats the head with my own fluids.

  I can’t take any more foreplay. I grab her thin wrists and pin her down to the bed. I use my hips, and line up my cock between her waiting legs, pressing the head against her honeyed inner lips. She pants, and her mouth opens every-so-slightly, her breasts heaving with every moan she emits. I can’t help but grin at the anticipation that flickers across her face.

  Her sparkling blue eyes go wide as we register what is about to happen. The earth stops spinning and I feel a wildness coiling inside me. Every ounce of self-control is long gone. My whole body is wracked with desire for her.

  I take hold of her shaking thighs and thrust toward her soft center in one smooth motion. She cries out and waves of passion spread through every inch of me. She is so tight that I can only get my tip inside of her. If I push any deeper, I know I will lose control and explode inside of her immediately. But I don’t want this to be over right away. Not by a long shot. I want to take my time with her.

  I push inside of her a little further and her whole body contracts. I watch as her full lips quiver in a combination of pleasure of pain. Her eyes are clamped shut, and her breath is coming hard and fast. Her pussy feels like it’s on fire.

  “Does it hurt?” I ask. I’m panting, holding myself still, beyond all reason. Part of me wants to force myself inside, feel how tight she really is. But I wait. I love this woman, after all.

  Her face contorts but she says nothing. Her silence is all I needed to keep going. I probably should slow down, should take her inexperience into account. Instead, I push deeper into her warmth, welcomed by an overwhelming wetness that is only making me harder. I hold her arms over her head, and kiss and bite at the perfect skin of her graceful neck.

  “Tell me how it feels,” I whisper into her ear.

  “It… it…” she stutters.

  “Tell me,” I say again.

  The muscles in my stomach shake violently, as her pussy tightens desperately around my cock. I go mad, grabbing her full ass and plunging all of the way inside her. Her eyes open, and go wide, and she cries out. Her pussy grips me like a vise, pulsing around my cock. She’s all smooth walls and hot wetness. I could stay here forever, living in this place that she’s given to me, and me alone.

  “Tell me now,” I demand. I pull back and thrust inside of her again, groaning.

  Arie bites her lip, hard, to hold back a building scream. I thrust again, harder this time. I don’t care about anything else. All I care about is making sure she knows she’s mine. Arie moans beneath me. I feel more in control of anything than I have in my whole life, as I thrust again and again, without mercy. Arie scratches her nails down the length of my back and let’s out a long groan.

  “It feels so full. Oh God. It’s so good. It feels like I’ve been empty all my life and now — shit, don’t stop.” Her eyes meet mine, her lids hooded with lust.

  I take that as my cue. I thrust again, falling into a delicious rhythm. Skin against skin. Warm, hot. Every movement an answer to my prayers.

  “Pierce, oh God, Pierce,” she breathes. She babbles, and some of the words sound like my name. Her rapturous cries alone are almost enough to make me come. I pause and bring my mouth to her nipples again.

  “I can feel you all through me,” she pants.

  “You're so fucking tight,” I say, grasping for purchase on the headboard. I pull back, then thrust forward and fill her pussy again. Her burning, soft warmth encircles my painfully hard cock and sends a flash of light to my head.

  “Fuck me, Pierce!” She screams. “Oh, God, Pierce!”

  The headboard slams against the wall as I power into her. Her beautiful black hair falls around her face as she screams my name in violent throes.

  “Pierce!”

  The lamp on the bedside table falls over, and the light bulb shatters. I let loose a torrent of curse words. But it’s not enough to stop me — I am intent on possessing her, and taking her virginity. I slam my cock in and out of her pussy as if it is mine for the taking. I cann
ot stop fucking her. I am intoxicated by the way her entire body pulses as I rhythmically push and pull inside of her, feeling her fitful shudders of desire.

  Suddenly, there is a flurry of knocking on the door outside. It’s insistent, but not enough to distract me from the task at hand. Arie doesn’t even seem to hear it; she just wraps her legs around my waist as I shove inside of her again and again, grunting like a maniac.

  The knocking becomes more furious, and now angry voices are shouting my name. It sounds like they might knock down the door, and I’m not about to give up this moment for anyone. I wrapped my arms around Arie’s waist and pick her up as I stand up from the bed. Then I walk her around to the other side of the bed, get down on my knees, and set her down on the floor on her back. She still doesn’t seem to be fully aware of what is going on outside the door, and I’m glad for that.

  I lean down and kiss her slow and deep, sliding back inside of her, feeling her wetness.

  “Fuck me, Pierce!” she cries out.

  My vision becomes blurred by a lusty fog, and her ecstatic moans make it more difficult to hear whatever is going on outside of the door. I feel like it is only a matter of time before they bust inside, but so far, so good.

  I probably should care that a group of men are shouting my name, and identifying themselves as the police. But I don’t.

  Being inside of Arie feels too amazing; I grit my teeth together and close my eyes, hoping to shut out the world. I don’t want to be interrupted, don’t want this moment with her to end. She hugs around my neck, and I feel like I am stretching her to her breaking point. I can feel the tight clenching of her pussy warning me she is about to come, and come hard, so I shove myself balls deep into her warmth, and I feel a familiar fluttering in my sensitive cock.

  “Mr. Cochran! We are coming in! This is your last chance to open the door of your own free will!” The voice on the other side of the door is pissed, at the end of its rope. But I’m also at the end of mine and nothing is going to stop me right now.

  I lower my face to Arie’s, and I see she is totally lost in her own world, too far gone in a haze of pleasure.

  “Oh God, Pierce,” she cries as she comes. “Come inside me. Please — fill me up — ”

  “Shit,” I groan. “That's it, baby. Come for me.”

  The door flies open as she rides my cock to the end. I can’t do anything but let loose a long, guttural howl as I release inside of her. We both explode in ecstasy, just as a pair of handcuffs slam closed around my wrists from behind.

  Part One

  Pierce

  New York City, 2014

  “I’m tired of your shit, Pierce. This isn’t just about your drinking, or the cars you keep destroying, or the fact you can’t seem to control your temper. You treat Arie like garbage! Not to mention that now you’ve exposed our company to a huge amount of risk because you decided to pick a fight with the wrong people.”

  I’m sitting in my dad’s office in Lower Manhattan, overlooking Washington Square Park, and trying to look as if I’m paying attention. He’s rattling off something about “joint and several liability” and “stocks dropping,” and I’m just watching the traffic go by outside. My head is killing me — probably because of the concussion I was diagnosed with by the EMT after I was booked the night of my party. It turns out that the one of the guys I started the barfight with was the son of a senator from Montana, and they aren’t just pressing charges for assault — they’re threatening to sue. I spent the night in jail, and haven’t heard from Arie since. I suspect she’s more than a little pissed that a bunch of cops saw her naked on a hotel room floor, panting like crazy after I took her virginity.

  I can’t say I blame her.

  I’m still staring out the window, when Dad says something that draws my attention back in a hurry.

  “We’ve caught a break, however. Senator Doherty has made us an offer. If you get your shit together and join your brother Logan in the Navy, they’ll do us a favor and drop the charges. And they won’t sue.”

  My head spins around so fast, I get dizzy, and my temples begin to throb even worse. “Whoa. What the fuck did you say? If I do what?”

  “You heard me. You’re going to get over this damn concussion, you’re going to get your affairs in order, and then you’re going to enlist in the Navy. I’ve already spoken to a friend who runs the BUD/S program in Coronado, and he’ll be expecting you for the start of their next six-month training. They’re rushing you through enlistment so we can get this nonsense off our plate before we announce our IPO. And let me make this crystal clear, Pierce John Cochran. I don’t care how miserable you are, or how much pain you might be in. You will finish the program.”

  I know my mouth is hanging open like an idiot. I can’t seem to form any sort of coherent sentences. Cochran Securities Ltd has been in our family for three generations, and now my father, James Cochran, is taking the company public for investors. It’s all he’s been worried about lately: keeping our image squeaky clean so we can avoid any scandals before the announcement. My getting into a bar fight with a senator’s son? That definitely doesn’t fit into his plan. But forcing me to enlist in the Navy? Hell, nah.

  “This is fucking insane, Dad. No way. I just graduated college. I’m supposed to work here, with you. And what about Arie? You’re telling me to just leave her?” I can feel the bile rising in my throat. Logan has always been the boy scout, the good kid. He always wanted to be in the military. But me? I’m not cut out to serve and protect… anyone. But dear old Dad holds up his hand, cutting off my rant.

  “It’s all settled, Pierce. There is nothing more to discuss. And frankly, Arie is a lot better off without you. You’ve been a drain on her for as long as I can remember. She deserves someone who won’t string her along.” He’s not even making eye contact with me now. He’s looking at something on his computer and scanning sheets of paper on his desk. I’m getting increasingly pissed.

  “String her along? Do you have any idea how long I waited…”

  My father shakes his head, his disappointment palpable. “I’m not talking about just fucking, Pierce. I’m talking about being a man, about stepping up and taking responsibility for your actions like an adult. You’ve never done that for her. You’ve never done that for anyone in your life. And it’s time for you to do it. You wouldn’t be of any use to me here acting the way you do now. And you damn well won’t be of any use to Arie.”

  I start to protest, but I can tell by look in his eye that the conversation is over. It was over the minute he made up his mind about me joining the Navy. I stand up from the chair across from my father and leave his office with my shoulders practically drooping down my knees. When I get out of the building and onto Fifth Avenue, I grab my cell from my back pocket and dial Arie. She answers, her voice hesitant.

  “Hi, Pierce.”

  I take a deep breath. “Arie, can you meet me at the coffee shop next to my dad’s building? We need to talk.”

  When Arie walks into the coffee shop, she is wearing what looks like four layers of clothing, including a giant baggy sweater, even though it’s May and hot as a whore’s ass outside. When she sits down across from me, she crosses her arms over her chest and doesn’t make eye contact. I feel like an asshole, though I’m not a hundred percent sure why.

  “What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

  She looks at me like I’m a massive idiot, then hugs herself tighter. “Half of the NYPD saw me naked, Pierce. At any given moment, I could run into a cop who has seen my tits. So, you’ll excuse me if I don’t feel or look my best right now.”

  “I don’t… I mean, I guess I’m sorry but you can’t really blame me for that.”

  Her face turns bright red and I see a kind of anger in her eyes that I’ve never seen before. “What do you mean I ‘can’t blame you?’ Who the hell else should I blame, Pierce? You had every opportunity to warn me what was about to happen and instead you just let me be humiliated. There were reporters at my house,
Pierce!”

  My stomach drops. “Reporters? Did you tell them anything?”

  When she slaps me across the face, I’m more shocked by it than anything. Suddenly, every eye in the coffee shop is on us, and I try to smile at them. “It’s fine. We’re fine. Mind your business.”

  But Arie is seething. “Are you kidding me right now? All you’re worried about is whether I outed you to reporters as the naked guy that was dragged out of The Carlyle? How can you be so selfish?”

  “Practice,” I answer absently. “Look, I have to tell you something.”

  She doesn’t seem to be listening to me, so at the same time, we blurt out what we came here to say.

  “Dad is making me join the Navy.”

  “I can’t see you anymore, Pierce,” she says, before I can say anything else.

  “What?” we sputter over top of each other.

  “You’re breaking up with me?” I ask, suddenly incredulous, even though I was here to do the sam.

  “You’re joining the Navy? What? Did your Dad offer to pay you?”

  “Well, that was uncalled for. No. I don’t exactly have a choice. If I don’t enlist, that senator and his douchebag son are going to sue my father, and by extension, the company. It’ll ruin his IPO. You know he’s not going to let that happen, so as soon as this fucking concussion heals, I’m gone. But back up for a second here. You’re dumping me? You’re dumping me?”

  Arie pulls her sweater tighter around her and shakes her head with a sad smile. “You make it sound like I’m breaking up with the perfect Prince Charming. I just can’t do this anymore, Pierce. You made your priorities more than clear that night in the hotel, and they don’t involve me, or my feelings. Or my safety. So yes, I’m dumping you. Prince Pierce Cochran, he who deigned to date the garbage man’s daughter all these years. The scholarship student. I know you probably think you were doing me a favor, but…”

  Tears start to form in the corners of her eyes, and my stomach hurts in a way I’m not used to. Is this guilt? Is this what guilt feels like?