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  Benson had watched the encounter with curiosity at first and then blinding anger. Someone had hurt his Mia and he was still alive. The thought of someone taking her innocence by force made him want to vomit. Mia turned to him and waved her arms in the air.

  “Like the show? Sorry you had to find out your precious Mia was fucked by her step dad. You’ll probably want to go now so you can wash my tainted scent off of your body.”

  She spoke the words as if she had no heart. She had slipped into the dark place she went when he crawled into her bed. She put up titanium walls to keep him from hurting her, but he was stronger than that. He broke down the walls and took everything from her.

  “You think that poorly of me?” Benson was furious. “Fuck, Mia. Why didn’t you tell me? What happened?”

  “I don’t go around proudly telling strangers about my fucked up life.”

  “I’m not a stranger,” Benson corrected her, his voice softening.

  She ran a hand through her tangled hair, “It’s not something I like to talk about.”

  “Somebody raped you, Mia,” Benson bit through his teeth.

  “You don’t have to remind me,” Her tone was similarly tense. She cast a glance at him and her face showed a completely different portrait. It was broken, upset, and afraid. “It was my step-dad.”

  Instead of grabbing her, Benson stuck out a hand and let her go to him for an embrace. She was a statue in his arms, but it didn’t stop him from gently massaging her back, “You don’t have to tell me any more.”

  “My dad died,” She kept her face in his chest. “My mom had never worked a day in her life. She didn’t know what to do, and we had no money, so she waitressed for a few weeks. He came in one night after his shift at the plastic factory in town and a couple days later mom packed us up and moved us in with him. They got married at the courthouse and that night he beat her so hard she lost a tooth. After that night, he didn’t beat her for a while.

  “Then all of a sudden he was tripping me or pushing Eddie into walls. Mom didn’t do anything. He had us all so scared to talk. And it didn’t take long for him to barge into me and Eddie’s room and… touch me. After Eddie found him one night, he started restraining us. I ran away a lot, but they always took me back. Every single time.”

  Benson kissed Mia’s forehead, hoping his grip wasn’t too tight on her. He was so angry he didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t formulate words. Unable to speak, he led her to her bed, gently tucking her under the covers. He kissed her so softly, Mia wasn’t sure their lips even touched. She watched curiously as he left her side. He turned the television off, and then the lights. The moonlight illuminated him as he removed his pants and climbed into bed with Mia. Her heartbeat was fast. He had put her to bed and then climbed into it without a word or explanation. He never offered one, either. Instead, he pulled her into his arms and cradled her to sleep.

  When she woke in the middle of the night, he was still there.

  Mia touched his chest with baited breath, wondering if he was just a dream. Maybe he was a nightmare, she pondered, her fingers dancing before her hand flattened over his heart. It thumped steadily. Benson was destructive in the most heavily way possible. Grant had merely skimmed the surface of her soul. Benson reached in every corner of her being, possessing her, claiming her. No matter how many times his waves would crash into her and recede into the moonlight, she knew she would always accept him. He was magic, and she didn’t know if she’d ever find that anywhere else in her life. She didn’t want to.

  She couldn’t help but pinch him softly to make sure he was there, the rise and fall of his chest and hum of his heart not being enough proof.

  “What was that for?” He wasn’t startled but slightly amused.

  Benson’s voice wasn’t that of a man who had just woken to his lover pinching him. It was that of a man who had been roused awake silently by the sweet touch of his lover, then savored the silent affection of her fingertips grazing his skin.

  “Just wanted to make sure you were really here,” Mia admitted meekly.

  A smug smile nestled onto Benson’s face, partially illuminated by the moon’s gracious light. He shifted so she could lay her head on his chest. As she nestled into him, drifting asleep, his voice was a beautiful lullaby.

  “If Heaven is real, it would be falling asleep with you every night and waking to you every morning. You are my greatest pleasure, sweet Mia.”

  The next time Mia woke it was to the sound of an unfamiliar alarm. The warmth around her disappeared as the body reached to the stand beside the bed to silence the annoying tune. Within seconds, Mia was nuzzled back into the bare chest. Finally, she opened her eyes. She kept them squeezed shut, fearing that it wasn’t Benson in her bed. He stared back with a tugging smile.

  “Thank you,” She croaked.

  A curious eyebrow rose, “For what?”

  Mia had thought his normal voice was sexy enough to heat her, but Benson’s rough, groggy morning voice was the stuff dreams were made of. She felt the space between her legs start to thump with arousal.

  “For staying.”

  In a flash before her eyes, Benson had flipped her off his chest and pinned her to the bed. She yelped as two fingers pressed against her clit then trailed down to her wet folds.

  “Is that come-fuck-me look an every morning thing? Because I’ll damn well move in if I get to wake up to this-” He wiggled his fingers inside of Mia and she arched her back in response. “- every morning.” Benson failed to mention how well he slept with her by his side or how much he enjoyed waking up next to her. At the moment, his rock hard cock took precedence. A flash of his old self. Selfish Benson.

  “A side effect of sleeping next to you,” She moaned.

  Benson knew what he did to women. His conquests brought him pleasure for the simple fact that he caused the emotions rather from the reciprocal effect. With Mia, he grew hard for different reasons. His possession of her still stirred motion between his legs, but not nearly as much as Mia herself. She was stunning in ways he could have- and did- only dreamed of. Her body was built for fucking, and she had a mind to match. She challenged him in and out of the bedroom. She was independent and successful in a male dominated industry. And she was strong. Her past didn’t make Benson want to dry her eyes, it made him want to kill. In nearly thirty years of life, Benson had never felt the way about anybody the way he felt about Mia. She was more than a conquest, and he grew unsteadily aware of the unfamiliar results of that affection.

  He would deal with himself later; try to straighten out the mess of words in his head and untighten her presence from his heart. At the moment he would do what he did best. Mia was wet, squirming, and begging for-

  “Butt plug!” She gasped as she fluttered into an orgasm. “I want my ass stuffed while you fuck me, Benson.”

  A rugged grunt passed through his lips. He had dove for the drawer before she even finished speaking. He tossed the bottle of lube back, hearing it land on Mia’s stomach with a fleshy thump, and then grabbed the clear glass anal toy. It was traditional in size and shape, but knowing it would be going inside Mia made an excited cry lodge in Benson’s throat. She brought herself to her knees and pulled Benson into a harsh kiss.

  “Don’t be delicate with me this morning. I need a hard fuck.”

  She scooted away from him and bent over so her face was pressed into a pillow and her ass was in the air. The curve of her back lowered, tilting her backside higher as an invitation. Benson positioned himself behind her, his arousal growing as he saw the forming bruises on her hips and ass from the night before. He plunged a finger in her sex, lubricating it, before teasing the puckered hole waiting for him. Benson slipped inside, groaning as the tight muscles contracted around the first knuckle. He knew his fingers would be nothing compared to the plug, but it was only common courtesy to warm her up. Not to mention, he had an alarming desire to be inside every orifice of her body. He pressed into her further, her ass accepting him as Mia le
t out a muffled groan.

  “Hard fuck,” She reminded him, breathlessly.

  Benson withdrew and positioned his cock at her awaiting lips, letting the head tease her by resting on the swollen skin. Her breaths became shallower as she waited in anticipation, hearing the cap of the lube snap and the slurping of the liquid as it coated the glass plug in a glistening layer. Beneath him, Mia grew restless and desperate. She braced herself on the bed and pushed back into Benson. He let out a surprised and pleased groan as she impaled herself on him.

  “So impatient,” He strained. She rocked on his cock as he slowly pressed the plug into her. His eyes were black with arousal. She had wanted to be stretched for him, to feel herself full while he fucked her. Mia Barnes was pure sex. She knew what she wanted, and he was happy to deliver.

  With the plug buried inside her, Benson’s fingers found themselves grabbing at the bruises on her hips as he held onto her. Don’t be delicate this morning. I need a hard fuck. Her words rang through his ears. He hadn’t been delicate with her in the past, but he knew what she wanted. He’d be happy to deliver.

  Benson drove into her, burying himself deep within her perfectly angled pussy, grinding against her G-spot as he drew out. His motions were swift and hard, shaking Mia’s body with every thrust. Even with her face buried into the bed, her screams of pleasure were loud and surrounded them, drowning out his own grunts of enjoyment. Benson noticed a shift in the angle. Mia rested on her shoulder so her hand could reach to massage her neglected clit.

  “Rub yourself, precious,” Benson demanded, though she’d do it even if he told her not to. She was unashamed of her greediness in the bedroom. “How does it feel to be full, Mia? To have your ass stuffed?”

  Benson loved it. He loved how the presence of the plug made her tighter. He loved feeling the toy through the thin wall separating her pussy and her ass. Feeling both the ridges of her sex and the hard presence of the toy was astonishingly arousing, especially when paired with Mia’s enjoyment.

  “Fuck,” She howled loudly. “Fuck, it feels good.”

  He felt her buckle with another orgasm. She was nearly limp beneath him. Benson had struggled to last. He had gone all night with a throbbing erection, and Mia’s requests and eagerness that morning were incredibly sexy. He glanced at the plug and then watched himself pump in an out of her. With her shallow moans accompanying his own vicious cry, Benson came violently, lodged deep inside her. He stayed for a long minute, his body shaking with the release. Carefully, he withdrew the anal plug and then himself from Mia’s body. She fell in an exhausted swoop, lying starfish on the bed as Benson’s jelly legs carried him into the bathroom. He cleaned the toy and returned it to its rightful spot beside her bed.

  “Mia?” He questioned, amused.

  Her head flopped so she was staring at him, an expression of pure satisfaction on her face, “Yes?”

  “Are you going to be able to walk?” He leaned against the bed as she slowly composed herself. “I don’t want to leave you like this, but I have to be to work in an hour and a half, and I smell like sex and lube.”

  She held onto his bicep and pressed a few kisses to the skin, “Good. Then people will know you’re mine.”

  She froze. There you go, Mia. Scare him away after some of the best sex of your life.

  Benson tilted his head down and kissed the top of her tangled hair, “There is no threat.”

  She eased, “Maybe in your eyes, but every woman… and most men… who look at you want to fuck you.”

  “As do those around you,” Benson laughed.

  She stood up and steadied herself before walking into the bathroom. Benson heard the shower start. He followed her in and found her testing the water behind the black and white, floral patterned curtain. Her smile was soft and pretty. It was almost unlike they had just spent a half hour glued together in the middle of the bed.

  “The car will be outside in an hour,” Benson notified her, pressing a kiss on her cheek and then her lips.

  “Will you be in it this time?” She questioned, pulling away from the passionate lock, her eyes showing her disappointment with the past few days.

  “Of course, precious. Don’t leave me waiting.”

  He kissed her again, then smacked her ass as she climbed into the shower. As Benson dressed in cloths from the previous day and prepared for his un-shameful walk of shame to his waiting Bentley, the soft hum of Mia’s shower song drifted out into the studio. He grinned like a lovesick fool as her out of tune melody wrapped around his brain. He left the apartment wondering how a woman with a voice like that made it anywhere in the music industry.

  Mia allowed herself the giddy excitement of being in a relationship, even though the relationship was undefined and confusing. She sang in the shower and fluttered around her studio getting ready like she was preparing for her first high school prom. Benson made her feel like a sex crazed animal one minute and then a schoolgirl the next. She placed her smartphone on her dock, selecting an upbeat playlist to accompany her as she prepared for the day.

  A few minutes with her blow dryer left her dark black hair looking like that of a movie star. It cascaded around her face in voluptuous, bouncing waves. She slipped on a pale blue demi bra and the matching thong, then flipped through her wardrobe. Her clothing often matched her mood for the day, and that morning, Mia wasn’t sure what all she was feeling. She settled on a blush colored peplum top and tailored white pants. A bold silver necklace featuring tiered flowers and sharp nude heels rounded out the quickly thrown together outfit. With a quick and light dusting of makeup, Mia was ready for the day. She transferred her essential purse items to a chocolate colored Michael Kors bag as her music was interrupted with an overly animated text tone.

  I thought I told you not to make me wait, precious?

  Benson’s name appeared above the text, though she hadn’t entered him as a contact. She raised an eyebrow, a knot of curiosity nestling in her stomach. Benson was a man who took what he wanted and did as he pleased. Of course he had gone through her phone. She was glad there weren’t any incriminating photos or conversations on the device that could have been used as fuel for an argument. Not that Benson had any right to go through her phone in the first place. Despite the irritation she felt towards the man, she texted him back.

  Don’t make me take the subway! I’m on my way out, promise.

  She sent the text as she secured her studio door. The trip from the tenth floor to the busy street outside her apartment was excruciatingly long. She let out a sigh of relief when the familiar SUV was waiting it its normal spot. Benson was waiting for her, leaned up against the vehicle with his gaze fixed on his phone. His grey Brioni suit was paired with a tie just a few shades lighter than the suit itself and a silky white pocket square. His signature cuffs and a watch that was so expensive it demanded attention, along with a pair of dark grey shoes, completed his attire. Leaned up against the luxury vehicle with one hand in his pocket, the other scrolling on his smartphone, Benson looked very much like the mogul he was.

  Mia came to a stop in front of him. The first thing he saw was the point of her shoe. He drank her in, much like he did the first time he saw her, working from the bottom of her body to the top. Benson licked his lips as budding arousal flushed over him. A strand of his espresso hair dropped over his lust covered face. Mia took a sharp breath, unsure how he could get more attractive as the seconds ticked by. It hadn’t even been two hours since they’d last seen each other, but each felt as if it had been weeks. Though on a street busy with morning commutes, Benson shoved his phone in his pocket and dipped her down into a passionate kiss.

  The kiss broke, but he kept her tilted down. To envious passerby’s, they looked like a wildly successful and happy couple. Benson and Mia played the part well. They were unsure of what they meant to one another, but their attraction and need for one another was obvious to everyone around them. They demanded more attention together than they did apart.

  “I will be
too busy thinking of you to get any work done today,” Benson breathed into her ear as he helped her into the car.

  “Liar,” She tossed back, a smile on her face. “Nothing can keep Benson Ward from taking over the world.”

  He couldn’t help but laugh, “That is true, precious, but it doesn’t mean you won’t be on my mind.” His pure laugh, his low sexy voice, and his deadly good looks all purred between her legs. Benson’s face shifted into a hard mask. “If you want to make it to work in one piece stop giving me that look.”

  “I can’t help it,” She whined. “Why did the world bless you with such good looks?”

  “So one day I would meet you and keep you from doing anything productive,” He offered, scooting to her side and placing a tender kiss on her forehead.

  “Hey!” She lit up, turning to face him. “I forgot to tell you- I don’t appreciate you going through my phone.”

  “I wasn’t. I simply added my information a few days ago.”

  “A few days ago?” She gaped.

  He met her gaze and was unapologetic, “After Pluto Lounge while you were sleeping.”

  She had had his number the whole time? When she wanted to send him a furious text full of profanities, she could have? When driven with wine and lousy breakup music when all she wanted to do was text him and tell him to come over and that she missed him, she could have? It was right there waiting for her. Her jaw tightened and she looked away.

  “I think it’ll only be fair if I go through your phone.”

  There was a shift in the seat and then she felt the weight of a phone on her lap. She glanced down at it for a moment before cradling it.

  “The password is ‘precious’.”

  Mia looked at Benson with raised eyebrows. He responded with a shrug, his eyes settling on her as she sifted through his phone. Like everything in his life, Benson’s phone was unnaturally organized. His background was a photograph of textured black slate. Neat folders categorized his apps. Aside from her, his text messages seemed to be business related. Completely depersonalized. She glanced at his emails for a second, growing bored with business jargon, before handing the phone back to Benson with a huff.