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My heart pounds more aggressively with every second that ticks by.
His suite is a study in raw, naked ambition, a sprawling expanse of luxury dwarfed only by his commanding presence. The panoramic windows offer a breathtaking view of the city—a mesmerizing sea of twinkling lights against the vast canvas of the night sky. The furniture is dark, sleek, and modern…a fitting reflection of Coda himself.
Before I have time to process this sort of luxury, his arms snake around me from behind. His hot breath fans against my nape as his lips trace a path down my neck, sending lava straight into my veins.
"There are no cameras here, cara. No one to recognize you when I fuck you up against the windows," he murmurs into my ear, sending jolts of desire racing down my spine. "Those perfect breasts pressed to the glass while you're crying out for me." His fingers trace an intricate pattern on my lower back—a brand marking me as his. "Do you think they'll seethe with envy when they look up and see me fucking an angel?"
Overwhelmed by the unfamiliar thrill shooting through me, I whirl around to face him. My hands find purchase on his chest as I look up into his eyes. Those dark pools simmer with a hunger that I'm sure reflects in my eyes.
I want him. Not to piss off my father. Not to rebel. But because I'm dying to know what it feels like to have him all over me.
"What's stopping you from finding out?" I ask, proud when my voice doesn't shake.
A rare smile tips his lips up, turning him from handsome devil to demon prince.
He releases me, striding toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. He called me an angel, but with his silhouette outlined against the twinkling lights of Chicago, he's the one who looks like a fallen angel exiled from heaven.
He turns back to gaze at me. There's something achingly beautiful about this moment—him framed by a halo of neon lights, me standing in the middle of his opulent kingdom, our moment of rebellion long forgotten. This is about us now, about the clawing, desperate ache gnawing at us.
He feels it, too. The truth is right there, reflecting back at me like stars.
"Take off your clothes," he commands softly, his eyes never leaving mine. It's not a request. It's an order—one that has my body responding instinctively.
I obey because I want this—want him. I strip down to nothing, baring myself to his consuming gaze. I've never been naked in front of a man before now. I should be terrified to let this one see all of my flaws and imperfections. But I'm not. The way he looks at me…I've never felt more beautiful.
Instead of stepping forward to claim me, he merely nods in approval, a dark smile playing on his lips. "Good girl." He crooks a finger, beckoning me to him. "Come, cara."
I comply, my heart beating a wild tattoo in my chest as I cross the room to him. My bare feet pad softly on the lush carpet until I'm mere inches away from him.
He doesn't move to touch me initially, instead studying me with his haunting eyes. I get trapped in his gaze again, pinned by the lust simmering there. He lifts his hand slowly, as if giving me time to change my mind.
I don't.
His fingertips slide down the center of my chest—claiming, commanding, possessing.
"Coda," I moan, shaking as heat courses through me in an inferno.
He grips me tighter, his strength undeniable as he pins me up against the glass wall. My breasts press against the cool surface, a thrilling sensation that sends a jolt of surprise through me.
His mouth finds the nape of my neck, nipping and kissing. His hands are everywhere—exploring and claiming every inch of my exposed body. His teeth graze my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
I gasp as his fingers trail down my stomach. My muscles tremble beneath his touch. I shiver, anticipation pooling low in my belly.
"You're so soft." His hand slides lower, his palm pressing against my center.
I whimper at the contact, my breath hitching in my throat. The city is a blur beneath me, the glass foggy from my breath. We reflect back in haunting glimpses, far more real than anything down below.
He parts my slit with his thumb.
I'm so wet. So, so wet. He feels it and grunts, grinding his erection against my ass.
His teeth sink into the side of my throat again, a pleased growl rumbling against my back.
"Coda…" My voice is a ragged whisper as he thrusts two fingers into me. The sudden intrusion draws a sharp cry from my lips, a mix of pleasure and pain that sends shockwaves through my entire body.
Coda freezes, fingers still inside me. "Karina…" His voice is thick with concern and surprise. "You're…why didn't you tell me you're a virgin, cara?"
My cheeks flame with embarrassment as I turn to meet his gaze. Words stick in my throat, but finally, I manage to respond, "I didn't want you to change your mind."
