Page 68 of Claimed By Ruin

She was pissed.

She wanted me.

She was pissed because she wanted me.

Good.

I used my free hand to grab her thigh and wrenched her leg open. She rested her leg against my hip, and I saw the way her jaw clenched when she realized what she did. Huffed out when I rammed my cock into her pussy in one unrelenting thrust.

She took all of me, her eyes fiery as she melted around me.

I didn’t let her sink into the feeling, didn’t let myself get lost in the fit, the wetness, the absolute perfection of being inside her.

One guttural moan and I moved, fucking her so hard her tits bounced in a frantic rhythm. I let go of her wrists and grabbed her other thigh and held her open as I speared her with my cock. I grabbed her thigh and hooked it around my hip.

Squeezed her ass hard enough to leave prints that I couldn’t wait to trace with my tongue, the wet, nasty slap of skin on skin covering our harsh breath.

I knew she didn’t mean to, but I smiled when she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Her eyes flashed with rage.

Also good.

I smiled even bigger.

She bit my shoulder, and at the sting of her teeth, my cock jumped and swelled inside her.

I shifted, driving deeper, harder, until she gasped, until her face was finally open, the first real glimpse of her—my Asia.

It didn’t last.

“Fuck you, Jack.” Her voice trembled, but her eyes were firm.

I laughed. “You are.”

Eyes defiant, she clenched around me so hard I saw stars. I pressed my thumb against her clit and her whole body jerked.

Her eyes flashed.

I pressed harder.

“Jack—”

She came with a sound that was more scream than moan, her walls pulsing around me, her legs shaking, her nails digging into my skin.

I held off as long as I could but came seconds later, feeling like I always did when I was inside her.

She pushed against my shoulders. I held her a second longer and then let her down.

She stumbled, and I didn’t reach out to steady her.

I would let her have that much.

TWENTY-FOUR

Asia

I stumbled away from the shed, the evidence of Jack and what I’d fallen into again present in the throb between my thighs.

I ignored it. Looked at Elliot as he wheeled the wheelbarrow forward.