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“What do you want?”
“We need to talk.”
I stick my head out the door to make sure the halls are clear and none of my neighbors have seen him. Down the hallway, a tall figure in a suit stands, crossing his arms. I recognize him as Andreas, Bren’s security guard. His dirty-blond hair is combed back neatly, and he keeps his eyes on Bren. Andreas, I think, is rather handsome, and other than him, there is no one around. I don’t want him to be recognized and associated with this apartment, so I let go of the door to let Bren through and close it behind me before anyone has a chance to see him.
“I don’t know what there’s left to talk about,” I say, gripping my towel tightly in front of me.
“You’ve moved on? What the fuck does that mean, Sofia?”
“Which word is giving you trouble?” I ask and arch an eyebrow.
“Such a smartass,” he says but he smirks this time. “I’ll show you how much you’ve moved on,” he says and charges for me until he has my back pressed against the wall.
His hand snakes to the back of my head until his fingers tangle in my wet hair. He pauses to look into my eyes, waiting to hear a word of protest from me, but I’m incapable of one.
My traitorous body wants him here, in front of me, naked, his bare skin flush against mine, even if my head doesn’t. I stand on my tiptoes, ignoring the pain from him pulling on my hair so that I can close the distance between us and take his mouth in mine. I suck his bottom lip between my teeth and bite it. Hard. Until a single drop of a metallic taste laces over my tongue.
Bren’s groan of pain fills the room, and he uses his free hand to rip the towel away from my body. My hands hurry to free him of his clothes until he is as naked as I am. His kisses rain down fiercely, making my lips ache. His stubble rubs my chin and the skin around my mouth raw as he nibbles on my lips and tongue like a starving man. We hardly come up for air, and I worry my mouth will be swollen tomorrow.
“You want me to move on?” he asks again, teasing me, then bites the gentle skin between my neck and shoulder. “Before you decide to really move on, let me show you what you are moving on from.” Bren’s voice is vicious, more vicious than on any of his angriest songs, and the sound sends electric shocks down my body.
Those massive arms of his pick me effortlessly off the ground, and I wrap my legs around him. He positions his tip at my entrance, getting ready to feed himself to me when I remind him of the condom, and he pauses to put one on frantically before he resumes his earlier position and bangs me against the wall.
Hard.
It is so different than the last two times we were together. All the passion from our tequila night is long gone, replaced with fury and a hunger I’d never experienced in bed with anyone. His eyes are pitch-black in the dark apartment; the danger of his large size, of his strength, of his rough movements only turns me on more.
My thighs squeeze around him tighter, not wanting to be dropped, and he responds with a firmer grip on my legs. I know, just know, my thighs will be bruised in the morning.
“How about now?” Bren asks with a hoarse voice between deep, punishing thrusts. “You moving on now, Sofia?” He drives deeper into me and faster, making me gasp for air. He is so large and deep in me, with gravity pulling my body down around his cock, I can almost imagine the length of him reaching my bellybutton from inside.
“Tell me, Sofia!” he growls. “Are you moving on?”
That harsh, sexy voice combined with the deepness of him inside me forces an explosive orgasm that renders me speechless. I couldn’t answer him, not even if I wanted to. All I can do is scream and shake my head.
“Tell me!” he demands and pumps harder into me. “Are you moving on?”
“No,” I pant, finally, when the words come back to me.
He kisses me harshly again, devouring my mouth, and I wince at the pain still there from our earlier kiss. I bite his lip, more harshly than I intended, so that he will break away from my mouth, and he rears back before I have the chance to draw blood a second time.
I smile wickedly at him and lick my lips to soothe them. “That all you got?” I taunt him.
He grabs my ass with both hands to keep me off the ground, and his fingers dig into the flesh of my glutes. I imagine the matching bruises I’ll find in the morning. Then he drives into me with a ferocity I didn’t think possible, making me come a second time before he finds his own release and buries himself in me, stilling as he catches his breath.
He brings his head to my shoulder, gasping for air. “You are driving me crazy, Sofia.” Then he pulls out of me and lets my legs come down to the floor.
“You drive me crazy too, Bren. But the rough sex is good.”
He laughs.
TEN
Bren
The concert couldn’t have gone better. The arena was packed, and our performance was better than it’s ever been. Even Adrian brought his best to the stage tonight. And yet, the thrill of the stage, the roaring fans—they don’t quite hold my interest like they once did.
Something is missing.
