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“Wilder.”
His name is the softest whisper, born of a realization. The dawning of understanding. The acceptance of what I always knew yet could never allow myself to accept. That Wilder belongs to me. That I belong to him. That no matter where I would have ran, it wouldn’t be far enough. There isn’t enough distance in the world to erase what Wilder and I have.
He’s the electric shock that brings me back to life every time I feel myself getting bogged down. The flame that threatens to burn me if I get too close. And I’m the nuke that threatens to tear him apart. Together, we’re explosive. Volatile. Cataclysmic.
We’d probably die at the other’s hand… but there’ssomeonewho might just be able to temper the blast.
Someone else who knows when to fan Wilder’s flames and when to douse them. Someone who riles me up like no one else and makes my blood heat with a simple glance. Someone who knows me just as intimately as Wilder does and who affects me just as strongly.
Hawk.
Perhaps itwasalways meant to be the three of us, and only Wilder could see what Hawk and I refused to acknowledge.
Except, Hawk isn’t here right now, and Wilder is staring at me with a violent sort of lust brimming in his chaotic gaze that promises unending torment.
“Always in my space,” Wilder remarks, his voice a dark and hypnotic purr. “It’s almost like youwantto incur my wrath.” He pushes off the doorframe and stalks toward me, every bit the predator. “Is that what you want, Angel?” His eyes dart from my eyes to my lips and back again. “You want me to unleash all this pain on you?”
“Yes,” I breathe, wanting to free him the same way he frees me. Wanting to rid him of not only the pain I inflicted, but the deep-seated hurt he’s been carrying around since before I ever met him. “Please.”
Chapter15
EMILIA
“Please.”
The plea is barely out of my mouth before I’m spun around. My towel is whipped away, and my hips collide sharply with the edge of the bathroom counter as Wilder uses his tall, lean frame to pin me against it, bending me over.
My hand flies out, stopping my forward momentum right before my head collides with the mirror hanging over the sink, and I raise my eyes, meeting his crazed brown ones. He holds my gaze for a moment before slowly lowering his. Using the mirror, he takes his time analyzing every exposed inch of me—my heaving chest, the sharp peak of my nipples, the flush rising along the skin between my breasts. The countertop prevents his perusal from going any further south, but what he sees is enough, and I can feel the hard outline of his cock straining against his pants, pressed between my butt cheeks.
When he meets my eyes again, I can see just how close Wilder is to losing control. Craziness shines back at me, and a trickle of warning washes over my skin, a small voice at the back of my head telling me I should be running right now, not panting like a dog in heat.
A cruel smirk slashes across Wilder’s face as he sees how fucking desperate I am for him. I should be embarrassed; deep down inside, I am, though it’s overshadowed by the unbearable need coursing through me. All I can focus on is feeling his skin against mine, the thought of having his hands on me, his cock buried deep between my thighs. I need it—him—more than I need oxygen to breathe.
His fingers trail lightly down my back, causing a shiver to race along my spine. My desire only grows the closer he gets to my ass, and when he finally reaches it, he grabs hold of both cheeks with his hands, spreading them as he grinds his hips. The movement has me bending further over the sink, my feet barely touching the floor as I stand on my tiptoes.
“Let’s find out just how wet you are for me.” Wilder watches riveted as his hand travels between my spread thighs, and all I can do is watch as his eyes flash with something predatory and undeniably cocky when he discovers just how ready I am for him.
His fingers slide between my drenched folds, gathering my excitement as he teases my entrance until I’m pushing back against him, hungry for more. He chuckles this deep dark rumble that lacks any humor but zings straight to my clit. “For someone who never gave a shit, you sure are fucking gagging for me, aren’t you, Angel?”
“Wilder.” His name is a panted plea. I want to tell him I always cared. That that was the problem—I cared too much—but I can’t seem to formulate the words, and just like last time, he doesn’t want to hear them. He cuts off anything else I might have said by pressing his fingers against my clit and beginning to rub until I’m bucking my hips and grinding against his hand as I chase my release. With his body pressed against my back and his fingers working their magic, it takes mere seconds until I’m cresting the precipice. However, just as I prepare to dive off the cliff, Wilder slows his movements.
I cry out in frustration, and he chuckles, enjoying my pain. “Awh, were you nearly there, Angel? Were you about to come all over my fingers like a filthy whore?”
“Yes,” I hiss angrily, my obvious annoyance eliciting another chuckle from him.
“Oops, my bad. Let’s try again.” Picking up his pace, he pushes me right to the brink once more, and just like before, right when I’m about to implode, he slows back down to a teasing pace that isn’t nearly enough to give me what I need and instead just drives me insane.
He does the same thing over and over until my breaths are nothing but shallow, rapid pants, and a dense fog has settled over my brain from the lack of oxygen. Tears burn the back of my eyes, my legs trembling. My entire body is strung tight like a bow. I’m so fucking desperate for a release.
When he slows down for the fifth or sixth time—I’m honestly losing count—I cry out. “Wilder,” I beg. “Please.”
“Please, what? Use your words, Angel. What do you need?”
In between pants, I manage to push out, “I. Need. To. Come.”
My thighs are slick with arousal, and my body temperature is so high that the mirror in front of me has started to steam up, impeding my view of Wilder, although I don’t miss the possessive rumble of his chest.
“You wanna come?” There’s a sneer in his tone. “And why should I let you?”
