Page 115 of Lawless Rivals

He moves, each thrust rocking the couch beneath us. His grip on my hip is bruising, holding me where he wants me as he fucks me harder, faster. Skin slaps against skin. Our ragged breaths mingle.

He kisses me hard for a mind-melting minute before rearing back.

“Look at you taking every inch,” he rasps, voice strained but still so controlled. “All this time… Acting like ya didn’t want my cock again, and now you’re gonna come all over it.”

I’m close already, the coil in my belly winding tighter with every punishing stroke. He senses the rise and changes his angle, hitting that perfect spot inside me while his thumb finds my clit.

“Give it to me. Let go. I want to feel this tight little pussy soak me.”

The command, the raw dominance in his voice, sends my temperature soaring. Pleasure explodes through me, my walls clamping around him as I cry out his name, shaking and pulsing beneath him.

He keeps fucking me through every wave, drawing it out until I’m trembling and oversensitive.

Only then does his rhythm falter. He buries his face in my neck, hips snapping.

“Keira,” he growls against my skin, my name vibrating through me. “You’re so fucking bad for me.”

With one final, deep thrust, he comes hard, pulsing hot and thick inside me. His groan is low and guttural, muscles tensing as he empties himself inside me.

We stay locked together, panting, his weight a delicious anchor. His fingers stroke through my hair, surprisingly gentle after the storm.

My heart hammers against his chest, and I trail featherlight fingers over the raised track mark I’d left on his shoulders.

“We can’t keep doing this,” I whisper. “Not when I want it as much as I do.”

Saint lifts his head, eyes still dark but softer at the edges.

A small, possessive smile curves his lips as his thumb brushes my swollen lower lip. “I’m not done with ya.”

He kisses me again, slower this time, deeper.

“It’s impossible, Saint.” I slide my fingers into his hair. “Why do you think I moved to Paris? My father controls everything. And we both know I don’t belong here.”

“Maybe ya don’t, princess,” he says, voice gritty. “But you belong with me. I don’t give a fuck who has a problem with it.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I don’t care about your da or that you’ve got his surname, Keira. We can change that. It’s not a problem.”

My heart stutters.

“Saint…” I trace my fingertips across his jaw and stare into his eyes. “The only way this could work is if you let me walk out of here tomorrow morning.”

His eyes fix on mine, his brow tightening. “You’re serious.”

“Deadly,” I whisper, holding his gaze even as something tight works around my ribs.

Chapter 30

Saint

“We’ll talk in the morning.”

I scoop her up and carry her into the bedroom, not giving a single fuck about the consequences or the ultimatum she’s just given me.

All that shit can wait.

Right now, I’ve got her naked, full of my come, and once I’ve licked her out, I’ll be ready to go again.