From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 311

Chapter 178: Take Me, Sir

Reese

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“Take me, Sir. Please, take me.” Penny begged, turning over on her belly with her ass in the air.

You’d think that after sending the senator’s son to prison with her carelessness, she’d be much more responsible now. But

1. no.

Once a deviant. Always a deviant.

Well, what could I do except give her what she wants? But tonight, it wasn’t so easy. Not like the other time.

There was a distraction tonight. A distraction that crawled beneath my skin and stayed put there. And it had to do with the movie playing on low volume in Penelope’s bedroom.

It wasn’t gore. But it reminded me of gore. Of a certain someone who loved watching heads roll.

Shit. Focus, Reese!

My other hand traced the defined ridge of her hip bone, down the flare of her thigh, avoiding the place she wanted me the most–just like I avoided looking at the TV. The touch was clinical, almost assessing. Seeking the heat, the yielding flesh, the proof of her submission. I found it in the dampness on her inner thigh, the involuntary clench as my fingers brushed close. I didn’t linger. I owned it. All of it.

“Right there! Fuck!”

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of the flimsy lace thong she wore and tore it down her legs with a single, brutal motion. The sound, a sharp rip in the humming silence, made her flinch. I tossed the ruined scrap aside without a glance.

I unfastened my belt buckle. Leather hissed through belt loops. I didn’t remove my trousers, just pushed them down enough to put a condom on. The cold air, or perhaps the implication, drew another sharp breath from Penelope. I positioned myself behind her, one hand clamping back onto her neck, the other gripping her hip, fingers digging in. I held her utterly still. Pliant. A vessel.

She whimpered like a needy puppy, face pressing into the pillow. “Oh God.”

I entered her without a preamble. A hard, deep thrust that punched the air from her lungs in a choked cry. I didn’t wait for her to adjust or to catch her breath. I set a relentless, punishing rhythm, each stroke deep and claiming. The bedframe, heavy as it was, gave a muffled groan against the polished floor with every powerful drive of my hips..

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From Best Friend To Fiancé

Chapter 311

Chapter 178: Take Me, Sir

Reese

“Take me, Sir. Please, take me.” Penny begged, turning over on her belly with her ass in the air.

You’d think that after sending the senator’s son to prison with her carelessness, she’d be much more responsible now. But

1. no.

Once a deviant. Always a deviant.

Well, what could I do except give her what she wants? But tonight, it wasn’t so easy. Not like the other time.

There was a distraction tonight. A distraction that crawled beneath my skin and stayed put there. And it had to do with

the movie playing on low volume in Penelope’s bedroom.

It wasn’t gore. But it reminded me of gore. Of a certain someone who loved watching heads roll.

Shit. Focus, Reese!

My other hand traced the defined ridge of her hip bone, down the flare of her thigh, avoiding the place she wanted me the

most–just like I avoided looking at the TV. The touch was clinical, almost assessing. Seeking the heat, the yielding flesh,

the proof of her submission. I found it in the dampness on her inner thigh, the involuntary clench as my fingers brushed

close. I didn’t linger. I owned it. All of it.

“Right there! Fuck!”

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of the flimsy lace thong she wore and tore it down her legs with a single, brutal

motion. The sound, a sharp rip in the humming silence, made her flinch. I tossed the ruined scrap aside without a glance.

I unfastened my belt buckle. Leather hissed through belt loops. I didn’t remove my trousers, just pushed them down

enough to put a condom on. The cold air, or perhaps the implication, drew another sharp breath from Penelope. I positioned myself behind her, one hand clamping back onto her neck, the other gripping her hip, fingers digging in. I held

her utterly still. Pliant. A vessel.

She whimpered like a needy puppy, face pressing into the pillow. “Oh God.”

”

I entered her without a preamble. A hard, deep thrust that punched the air from her lungs in a choked cry. I didn’t wait for

her to adjust or to catch her breath. I set a relentless, punishing rhythm, each stroke deep and claiming. The bedframe,

heavy as it was, gave a muffled groan against the polished floor with every powerful drive of my hips.

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“Oh Fuck!” She slammed her hands down on her mattress. “Yes! Right there!”

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I stared over her bowed head, out into the city’s indifferent sprawl. The cool perfection of the skyline, the orderly grid of lights. My mind went elsewhere. On the screen. On the romance movie playing silently. It reminded me of her.

Elizabeth. That infuriating girl.

Penelope’s sharp gasps, the slick sounds of our joining–they were white noise. Background static. My mind was replaying

the memory of how she’d ground down on me in an attempt to get the remote. I groaned.

Fuck.

But then, a rogue current flickered. It wasn’t Penelope’s shuddering moans of “God, yes! Harder!” that snagged me. It was

the texture of her skin under my palm. Too soft. Too… pliable. Not the remembered taut resilience, the defiance beneath

smooth skin. Not the way Elizabeth used to push back, even when she shouldn’t.

Elizabeth.

Her name detonated silently in my mind, a depth charge in the carefully still waters of my detachment. She was fire. And

suddenly I craved conquering that fire.

Penelope cried out again, her body clenching tight around me in a sudden peak. “Please!” Her voice was ragged, pleading,

pulling me back to the opulent cage of the present.

I gritted my teeth, driving into her harder, faster, as if I could physically obliterate the ghost. I focused on the mechanics:

the slap of skin, the sharp scent of sex now cutting through the jasmine of her shampoo, the visible tremors racking

Penelope’s frame as I pushed her ruthlessly towards another crest.

My grip on her neck tightened with a command. “Take it. All of it.”

“Oh fuck! Yes! Just like that!”

I rolled my eyes for the hundredth time tonight. God, those lungs though. Penny’s unending screams and moses were

actually doing the opposite of what she expected they’d be doing.

Instead of turning me on, they were turning me completely off. It’s grating on my nerves. I sped up, desperate to get this

over with and get the fuck out of here.

I pulled out and changed positions. Pulling her up by a fistful of her hair, I flipped her on her back.

I hauled her leg upwards, then the other, forcing them apart, bending her knees slightly. I pushed her thighs wider, wider

still, until her legs formed a rigid, inverted V in the air, heels pointing towards the ceiling lights.

Her back remained flat against the mattress, pinned by my strength and her own shock. The position was brutally exposing

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