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“What? Do you want a repeat?” She whirls, glaring. “Are you that desperate for a woman? Fine, fucking stay, I don’t care.” She slams the mug on the counter, and my precious coffee topples over the edge and onto her hand. Grabbing her wrist when she hisses, I lap up the liquid, dragging my tongue along her skin, only to freeze when I realise what I did. I can taste her.

Jerking away, I lean back into the door. “You wish. Just making sure you don’t plan to hurt anyone again.”

What the hell am I doing?

I should leave, but then she’ll know she won, and I can’t let that happen. My determination waivers, however, when she narrows her eyes and stares at me. She tugs her shirt over her head and stands before me, naked. I keep my eyes on hers for two seconds before they drop unwillingly to her exposed skin.

Fuck.

I can’t breathe as I stare at her. I knew she was fit and strong, but she’s goddamn beautiful as well, a walking juxtaposition. Her soft, golden skin gleams, stretched over hard muscles. Her thighs are as thick as my own, and I ache to touch her high, tight breasts. My cock is so hard, it hurts as I gape, and she lets me, completely unbothered.

Laughing, she turns the shower on and steps inside, not bothering to close the curtain as she tips her head back and lets the spray wash over her. “Feel free to watch. See if I care.”

I press myself against the door, trying to escape. Her pheromones fill the air, wrapping around me so tightly, I can’t think. I dared her, and now there’s no going back. The worst part is, I don’t want to, even as part of me screams.

If I do this, I’ll never be the same.

I’ll have a taste of heaven, and then it will be taken away from me, leaving me in darkness once more.

Swallowing hard, I watch as she slides her hands down her body, washing it before she turns to me, patting her thick thigh, and I track the movement.

“I fucking hate you,” I snarl.

“Back at you.” She shrugs, sweeping her hands across her body. “Hate sex is fun. Sometimes it’s even better than when you’re in love. It’s dirty, dark, and messy, and you don’t care what happens to your partner. It’s addictive. You can hate me and still want me, Raiden.”

Popping her fingers into her mouth, she hums, focusing those blazing eyes on me as she pulls them from her lips, down her chin, her breasts, then between her thighs. A moan slips from her lips, going straight to my cock.

“Let me see,” I demand.

She teases me for a moment before pressing one of her feet against the low shelf, exposing herself to me. I drop to my knees, unable to hold myself up as I stare, desperate for taste. She’s pink and glistening.

“What do you want? You felt me last night. Did you imagine me?” she purrs as I slide closer, gripping the tiles to stop myself from reaching her as she parts her folds and circles a pretty, swollen bud, a moan leaving her lips.

“Inside yourself,” I hiss, and with slow, torturous movements, she slides her glistening fingers down and into her hole, groaning as she does so. I watch them press deeper before she pulls them free.

She offers me her hand, and I whine and lean forward, licking her skin like I did before, only now I taste her, not coffee. She was right.

She tastes like heaven, like brimstone, fire, and sweetness rolled into one. It scorches my throat and body, burning me from the inside.

Ferol slips her fingers back inside her channel. My fists hit the tile until they bleed, and I close my eyes, trying to hold myself back, but I’m unable to leave or move forward until a breathy moan leaves her lips. My eyes snap open, locking on her as lightning crackles over my skin, the ozone making my hair float as my powers flare.

Her eyes lock on me, a sneer twisting her lips as she fucks herself with her fingers. “Touch yourself, I dare you.”

It’s a taunt. She doesn’t think I will.

No!

For the first time ever, I ignore their voices in my head as I shove my zipper down and fist my cock, pulling it free. Moaning loudly, she inserts another finger inside herself, spreading her fingers wide for my greedy gaze. Her lower lip is caught between her teeth and her eyes are narrowed on me as I squeeze my length. Pleasure ricochets through me, stronger than anything I have ever felt. I don’t usually touch myself because it isn’t fair to the others, but now, all the repressed hunger and need spill through me. Entranced by her rhythm, I copy her speed, thrusting into my hand as I imagine it’s her glistening hole. The texture of my rough hand isn’t what I want, but I can’t deny that it feels good. My balls draw up as a storm rages inside me, acid dripping down my spine as I gasp out a choked noise.

“Good boy, let me see,” she orders, her voice silken as I slide my thighs wider and lean back. I thrust into my hand, my eyes locked on her pussy. I can’t get enough. Madness consumes me as she circles that bud once more before shoving her fingers inside her core with a cry. “Is this what you want? To see me come like this? Or are you wishing it were your hand . . . your cock?”

Lightning crackles along my skin, hitting the wall and tiles around me. I gasp and arch up, my eyes alight with the storm I feel.

“Yes, yes,” I repeat, shaking my head, trying to hold the storm back as I raise my eyes to hers and lose myself in their flames. “I wish it were me.” My voice is stricken, rough but truthful.

Kitt hammers against the door, but we both ignore him. “Raiden, do not!” he bellows, but I ignored him and lose myself in the pleasure arcing between us.

She is worth their ire and violence, because this frenzied passion is unable to be held back.