“Let go,” I said, trying to pull my wrists free.
“Where were you?” he snarled.
“I was out … with Callum.”
“What the fuck were you doing with him?”
I could feel the heat from his body radiating into mine, and I swallowed hard to wet my dry throat.
“He’s a friend. We went for dinner.”
“Stay the fuck away from him,” he growled.
“No, you don’t get to do that to me. You don’t get to tell me who I can and cannot see.” I pulled my wrist free.
“You won’t see him again. I won’t allow it.”
“You can’t stop me.”
He stepped forward, consuming my space, forcing me to perch my arse on the side of the desk, and my hands gripped it to steady myself. My pussy was pulsing, begging to be filled up by him as I moved my hips, bringing another wave of heat through me, and I bit my lip to try and stop the moan from escaping.
“You’re mine, Nyx.”
He took hold of my chin in his hand, making me meet his eyes. That instant spark from his touch sent my nerves into overload. My lips parted, taking in quick, shallow breaths.
“Say it,” he demanded.
A rush ran through me. Was he …jealous?
“I’m yours,” I whimpered.
“Good girl.”
He grabbed my purple blouse, ripping it off from the buttons like he couldn’t wait to get his hands on my naked body. Unclipping the clasp, he pulled my red lace bra off my shoulders, throwing it to the floor. He ran a hand under my skirt, that heat from his touch leaving a mark of destruction in its path as he dug his fingers into my thigh, causing a moan to escape my lips.
Gripping the split in my pencil skirt, he tore it open in one swift motion and let the fabric drop to the floor. His fingers brushed my clit as his hand slid under the matching lace knickers, and electricity danced over my skin. He pulled them off in one smooth move, bringing them to his face and inhaling that scent I had already released for him.
“Wet already, I see.”
I swallowed hard as his eyes roamed over my body as if he was studying every inch, sending a shiver up my spine, causing my nipples to become fully hardened.
“So fucking perfect, and all mine.”
I wanted him all the time, but right now, I’d never wanted him to take me so fucking badly. That ache in my core screamed his name.
He leaned over me as I took in his citrus scent. He grabbed the bottle of whisky and slowly poured some over my collarbone, and I let out a whimper. Goose bumps formed on my skin, and he watched it trickle down my breasts.
Cradling the back of my head, his lips crashed onto mine. His tongue pushed past. The kiss was raw, hard, messy, and perfect. It was him claiming me all over again, and I’d let him because I was his. I always had been.
I tilted my head to the side as his mouth travelled lower with rough kisses down my neck, licking the whisky from my collarbone and reaching my breasts. He flicked his tongue out, circling, and I grabbed hold of my hair, letting out a moan. That fire coiled tightly in my core, ready to explode the minute he touched me.
He took hold of my hand, placing his on top of mine, running them down my body, gliding them over my clit and reaching my entrance.
His lips were a breath away. “Every inch of you is mine.”
He took two of my fingers and rammed them in with his, stretching me out. My lips parted as I let out a gasp. Fireworks went off in all directions, setting off a chain reaction.
“You feel how fucking wet you are for me?”
