I turned to face him. My breath uneven. My pulse thrumming.
He looked at me, expression unreadable. “Say something.”
I meant to speak, truly, but his presence gripped me—so lethal, so mesmerizing—I could only swallow and stay silent.
He stepped closer. “Are you afraid of me?”
I shook my head, whispering, “No.”
“You know what I did to him.”
“Yes.”
A pause.
“Do you regret it?” I asked.
His jaw tightened. “Not in this lifetime.”
He took another step. “Do you think it was too much?”
I stood still, barely breathing.
My lips parted, eyes locked on his.“Too much is exactly what I want.”
That was it. The last thread of restraint snapped.
He surged forward, capturing my mouth with his, kissing me like he wanted to consume me. It was all teeth and heat and tongue, his hands gripping my face, his body pressing me back until I hit the sink.
He lifted me without effort, setting me on the cool marble. His mouth never left mine. The kiss deepened—hot, desperate, filthy. I kissed him back with the same feral hunger.
His hands slid over my body, rough palms gliding over my breasts through the soft fabric of my loungewear. I arched into him, gasping against his mouth. My fingers slipped beneath his shirt, tracing the lines of his muscles, the ridges of his ribs, the heat of his skin.
I started grinding against him, the ache between my thighs turning into a pulse, demanding more. He groaned low in his throat, pulling back just enough to press his forehead to mine.
“Fuck, Kira,” he rasped, his breath ragged. “You’re messing with my head.”
I didn’t stop moving. Didn’t stop touching. Because I wanted him just as unhinged as I felt.
“Let me worship the monster you are,” I whispered. “Put that cock inside me and don’t stop until my brain switches off.”
His eyes darkened, breath catching.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, sliding the jacket off his shoulders and letting it drop. “Here. Please.”
He growled into my mouth, deep and primal, then yanked me off the sink with brutal urgency. He spun me around like a doll, bent me over the marble, and with one savage tug, he ripped my pants and underwear down, baring me completely.
“I love it when you beg—it’s my favorite sound,” he murmured into my ear, fingers closing around my throat as he pinned me from behind.His erection was straining right against my bare ass.“You’re gonna stay dead quiet, though—or I’ll shut you up.Think you can be my good girl?Let me fuck you hard without a single noise?”
Our eyes locked in the mirror and I gave him a tiny nod.I’d bite my lip, hold my breath, do whatever to stay quiet—just so he’d fuck me right here, right this instant. And if he had to shut me up with his hand or his cock or whatever… I’d accept it. Gladly.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, voice ragged.
I did—wider, until my thighs trembled. He shoved his knee between them to hold me there, exposed and dripping.
He dragged his fingers through my pussy, slow and deliberate. “Soaked,” he muttered. “You really are my little cock-hungry slut, aren’t you?”
I whimpered, clenching around nothing.
