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I parted my lips and arched my back, my worries fading. I encircled my arms around his neck, a soft moan escaping my throat. He was sin. Pure fucking sin who would surely be the death of me.

His fingers threaded through my hair, his heart pounding hard against mine as he deepened our kiss. Then he bit my lip and my blood roared, begging for more.

An inferno of heat shuddered down my spine, sending an ache right between my legs as he consumed me. My stomach fluttered and flipped and soared until nothing but desire overtook my body.

Why was I fighting this? For the first time since arriving in his penthouse, I didn't want to.

No. I wanted something for myself—something no one else could have or take from me. I wanted to give in and claim him as mine, and all I could think about was our tangled bodies, reigniting my need to consume and lick every inch of him. What little resolve I had shattered completely.

“The car,” I panted. “Now.”

Manic chuckled and lifted me off my feet by a gentle squeeze of my waist, whirling us away from the cliff's edge as his mouth moved to my neck. He nibbled and licked and sucked my pulse. I groaned in answer, fearing my heart would thud right out of my chest and land at our feet.

God, who was I kidding. I was too weak to deny him anything. I’d let him ruin my fucking life.

Manic managed to hold me and gracefully walk us to the car, open the door, and seat us inside. I cradled his hips, and that heat between my thighs only grew hotter as his hard length rubbed against me.

When he pulled his head back, the warmth of his mouth went with him, and I let out a frustrated groan. His chest heaved, but even in near blinding darkness, I knew his attention was fixed on my face, like he was taking a mental image.

I peeled off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, running my fingers over smooth, muscled skin. When my hands went between us to remove his belt, he groaned, like taking my time was torturous for him. Then he rolled his hips, and I felt every hard ridge of his cock.

I wanted to tear my own clothes off—to feel his warmth against my body. To feel his skin as I raked my nails down his back, but I wanted to take my time.

His hands dove between us, but I gripped his wrists and said, “Not yet.”

Manic stilled, and as I stared down my nose, I realized how powerful I felt with him beneath me. Like our roles were switched, and he was nothing but putty in my hands. I wanted to look at him and treasure this feeling. Was this how he felt with me? Powerful or powerless?

“Take off your shirt,” I breathed.

“Are you giving orders now?” he murmured, but did as I demanded.

When the shirt dropped, I bit my lip and ran my fingers down his chest, savoring the feel of hard muscle and rigid lines. A hiss escaped him when I dug my nails into his skin, but his hands glided up my thighs, achingly slow, until desire bloomed between them.

“Forgive me yet?” he asked.

“No.”

My breath hitched when he inched higher up the insides of my legs and beneath my dress.

“How about now?”

I shook my head. Then he grazed my pussy, entirely bare, and growled as my slick need met his fingertips.

“You were bare all night?” he hissed.

I couldn’t tell whether he was angry or amused by that. Considering I only had a few pairs left, I’d skipped wearing anything at all. I’d anticipated a punishment and hated the thought of him ripping or stealing another pair.

“Now?” He swirled his thumb over my clit. I moaned and rocked my hips, my eyes screwing shut.

“I—okay, maybe.”

Manic palmed my breast, squeezing until I cried out as he worked between my legs. “Take off your dress.”

I stripped it, the warm air of the car kissing my skin, our panted breaths fogging the windows. He ground into me, torturously lazy yet hard enough to light my skin on fire.

“Bra,” he demanded. As soon as it unclasped and hit the seat, his eyes locked on my breasts. “Fuck, you’re perfect. Ride my hand.”

I instantly rolled my hips, picking up speed, my breasts bouncing. The tingling sensation of my building climax drove lower and lower. His lips parted as he swept his eyes over my body before moving back to my face, like he was seeing me for the first time.