Page 103 of Lethal Attraction

“Admit it,” she croons, reaching down to position me.

The head of my cock presses against her entrance. She rocks once, twice, sliding her soaked pussy along my length.

“Admit it, Reed.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, I wanted this. I wanted you to win.”

Her smile is slow and sharp. “I know.”

She sinks down onto me, taking every inch. It’s just the sudden, overwhelming heat of her—tight and slick and consuming. My back arches off the forest floor as sound escapes unbidden past my lips.

“There,” she breathes, her head falling back. “There you are.”

She begins to move, and my vision goes white. Her rhythm is merciless from the start. Our skin slaps together with every slam of her onto my lap. She rides me with the same precision she brings to everything—controlled and devastating. Her hips roll in a figure-eight that makes my fingers bite harshly into her flesh.

Her thighs flex against my hips and her nails rake down my chest, leaving lines of fire.

“Look at you,” she breathes. “Taking all of me. Such a good—”

Her rhythm falters, just for a second, and I feel the flutter of her around me. Her mask slips, and her mouth falls open on a scream.

I take the opening, gripping her thighs and thrusting up into her harder and faster than her rhythm. She gasps as her eyes meet mine, and for a moment we’re just two people in the dark, tangled and desperate for each other.

“Harder,” she orders. “Don’t you dare hold back.”

So I don’t. I drive into her and the sounds we make together are obscene—wet and urgent, echoing off the pines. She braces her hands on my shoulders to anchor herself as she meets every thrust with her own. Sweat slicks her collarbones, and the moonlight catches the curve of her throat as she throws her head back.

“Reed,” she gasps. “I’m—”

Her inner muscles clench in a warning. I keep going, bouncing her on my lap as the breath skates past my lips raggedly. My spine is beginning to tingle with my release, and I drag her close to me.

“Together,” I growl.

She presses her forehead to mine, her eyes rolling back as everything fucking reaches a head and we both lose ourselves in the pleasure. She writhes over me, her pussy clenching me so tightly that it’s milking every drop. We both stop, panting against one another as the scent of fresh soil wraps around us.

I gently lay Thalia’s head down on my chest, smoothing a hand down her hair as I stare up at the stars.

“I win,” she gasps.

I chuckle, my whole chest shaking. “You sure do.”

Chapter twenty-nine

Thalia

Addison:

Stop being strangers and come to Dale’s for a few drinks.

I pocket my phone as we walk across the compound grounds. Reed’s hand is wrapped around mine tightly as we swing our arms between us. The gentle buzz of crickets can be heard in the distance as I chuckle at the leaf sticking out of his hair.

I reach up and pluck it free. “We definitely look like we’ve been running through the woods.”

He smirks. “They don’t have to know what we were doing in the woods.”

I blush as I tuck my head with a smitten smile. Dale’s comes into view, the music muffled from the outside as warm light trickles through the windows and door. Boisterous laughter and glasses clinking bleed out of every crevice, and I feel my heart trip at introducing this to Reed.

“Okay, before we go in, I just want to warn you,” I say carefully. “The back wall is what we call the Kill Catalog. It cycles through hits and who’s currently working them.”