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He was a problem, one I needed to ditch immediately.
Because I could get used to this, to him. He was attentive yet savage, broken yet entirely untouched. There was no doubt more to his story, and if I didn’t know I needed to walk away, he might be worth the heartbreak he would no doubt bring.
“What do you plan on doing with me then?”
Nate lowered me onto the pillow-top comforter, and splayed my knees so they fell to the sides. His heated gaze trailed down my exposed flesh.
“Wrecking you.”
Yup. So fucking screwed.
He slid his cock from me and pistoned forward, eliciting a soft moan from my throat. “And then, once I’ve wrecked you, I’ll show you just how mine this pussy is.”
Have. Mercy. My stomach dropped at the same time my pussy clenched around him, and beyond that, I was helpless to do anything more than nod.
“Hands above your head, fingers laced.”
I complied; my eyes glued on him as he reached over his shoulders and tugged his button down over his head. Part of me was pissed he didn’t give me the opportunity to undress him myself, but the other didn’t give a shit because he was a damn work of art.
Nate rivaled Adonis; an older, more sophisticated version of Aphrodite's lover, with a smattering of dark hair on his chest and abs that rippled with every breath. He didn’t look to be in his late thirties, that was for sure. His body rivaled that of a professional athlete, and likely held the power to snap me in half.
I wasn’t sure what the hell he did for a living that afforded him this body, but I silently prayed I’d get the chance to show it the worship it deserved.
My eyes drifted, zeroing in on a fine line of ink that stretched down the side of his ribs. The scrolled words were in Latin.
De profundis.
“What does it say?”
Nate ignored my question and growled an order instead. “Keep your hands there, and you’ll be rewarded.”
It’s like he could read my mind and the fact I wanted nothing more than to run my hands over his tanned flesh. It only piqued my interest more that he wouldn’t tell me what the ink said.
“And if I don’t?”
I wanted to be a good girl, I really did. Hearing those two words come out of his mouth just did things to me. But I also wanted his punishment.
Fuck, what did that say about me?
Oh well, I could contemplate my kinks later.
Nate had a knowing smile etched across his face. Fucking dimples. He slowly rocked his hips, enough that I felt the movement, but not enough to give me any sort of satisfaction, before reaching out and tugging my nipple between his thumb and forefinger until I cried out.
“That bratty mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.” His voice was raw and hot.
My heart raced in anticipation from his threat. “As long as it ends with you fucking me without morals, I think I’m okay with that.”
“I’ll remind you of that.”
That was the only warning he gave me before he wrecked me.
Nate dug his fingers into my thighs and rolled my legs up so my pussy lifted to take his cock deeper within me. “Keep them there,'' he growled, then latched his hands onto my waist and reared his hips back.
Sweat covered every inch of my skin, and my body shook with need. He plunged into me with harsh strokes that caused my orgasm to rise, building from the deepest parts of my core. The sound of his thighs hitting my ass mixed with our ragged breaths became the soundtrack of my life. I would play this moment on repeat. The raw lust that permeated the room was enough to write sonnets about, but what I saw when my gaze met Nate’s was the stuff of dreams.
Desire.
Need.
