“Say it.” He stepped into me, gliding my dress up past my thighs.
“I am here,” I mouthed between breaths, listening to the way his pants fell into the alley filth below. “With you.”
Wolfe’s lips curled up, the edges of his thumbs snapping my panties before he lifted them into the air.
“But you forget,” he said, sliding his hot finger down the center of my legs, and I gasped when he pinched down on my clit. Hard. “You’re in trouble.”
“Wolfe,” I panted, arching to pull him closer, but he only laughed.
“And I am not here to play nice, Daphne,” the edge of his jaw raked down my cheek. “I am here to punish you.”
Wolfe’s voice was rhythmic starlight, lingering somewhere between midnight and a switchblade.
He clamped tighter, thumbing the soft skin before creating another edge.
“Fuck!” I cried out, and his tongue rolled down my lips.
“Oh, we’re going to fuck,” he promised, grabbing both my wrists and pushing them behind me, using the scraps of my panties to hold me prisoner.
My throat swelled into the leather, making Wolfe’s cock jump against my thigh. He wasn’t as big as Threx, but you would never know. He was thick, skilled, and not afraid to fall dick-deep inside me until all the lights blotted out.
“But as your punishment, you’re going to have to take it without touching me.”
My eyes flashed when his left hand curled into the belt around my throat while his right pulled at the top of my dress until my nipples were between his lips. My breasts were bigger than most, full and needy, pressing into his touch.
My phone chimed again, shaking through me in a clear warning. That asshole must have turned it up. He wanted me to hold on to Thay’s panic while he took my body.
“Wolfe,” I whimpered, stringing together the unholy syllables until it landed behind my knees. He didn’t answer, only bit into me harder. “I want to see you,” I clawed at his shirt, needing to feel him against me.
“No,” he taunted, using the leather to force me to listen. “I told you. Tonight you have to take it.”
“For what?” I bit back, half-naked and bound.
Wolfe dotted my eyes with the sweetest stars before tilting my hips into position.
“For making me want to fuck you. Again.”
I smiled, and he yanked.
“For making me feel things. Again!” Wolfe spoke into my mouth. “Do you know how annoying it is to be inside someone and wish they were you, Daphne?” He asked before yanking the leather taut, the strips of leather biting into my flesh. “I mean, it really makes shit awkward when I cry out your name.”
Fuck. That broke me.
Aside from Wolfe, whose face and body remained intact, only one other person found me mid-thrust. I knew firsthand what it was like to take the pleasure but not the man, to repackage the experience into something that made me whole.
“I know the feeling,” I breathed, wanting his mouth on mine. But Wolfe only paused, throwing his perfect brow into the air.
“Are you saying you think about Threx when I fuck you?" He pulled tighter and lifted my chin, deadlocking me into his gaze.
“No,” I did not lie, at least not entirely. I did not want him to be here now, but that was because he already was. I couldn’t explain it. He just lived inside me. “You know you’re the only one who can make him go away.”
Wolfe panted, smashing his growl into my mouth that drank me fully. I whimpered when his dick found me in the same strain of fire, no warning, no workup, just all of him at once, hitting my body like a fucking thunderstorm.
I leaned into the sensation of being bound as my back slammed against the dirty brick wall.
“Yes,” he praised, fisting the leather to control my breath, sending bursts of salt into my eyes.
I arched forward, slipping into the sticky violence when Wolfe’s hips ground tight, supporting me perfectly as he took me higher and higher into the sky.
