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“Please?”
“I don’t want to be responsible for making you late, but if you’re choosing to be late, you’re welcome to take what you want, woman.”
Fingers fumbling, I unbuttoned his jeans, but I needed his help to free his cock. The thing was much more intimidating at close quarters. I’d watched Valor go down on him several times, but strangely, I’d never done it myself.
I leaned in and swirled my tongue over its thick head, then sucked it greedily into my mouth. It was an uncomfortable fit, and I had a difficult time doing it justice since dislocating my jaw to accommodate him wasn’t working. He didn’t seem to mind my struggle, though, and he gasped and twisted beneath me in a way that stroked my ego. It was odd, sucking cock without my partner controlling me. I found myself playing, making him sloppy, taking my time, learning what he liked. His every gasp turned me on, making the ache in my lower belly so bad I couldn’t wait any longer.
I pulled off him, not caring that a strand of drool still connected his cock to my lips.
“Fuuuck.” His tortured groan was so erotic my pussy shuddered in a mini orgasm. He gasped for breath, chest heaving, his eyes half-lidded and hazy. His dick strained against his belly, looking downright furious at having been interrupted. He dug his fingers into the arms of the chair, like it required everything he had to control himself.
He pushed up from the chair, and I crab-walked backward.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was low and rough, and I blinked up at him, not used to seeing this side of his personality.
I scrambled to my feet, regarding him uncertainly, so overwhelmed by lust I couldn’t think straight.
“Don’t you fucking run from me.”
Running hadn’t crossed my mind, but now it sounded like a good idea. I backed a step.
“Tarryn,” he warned.
“Loïc.” I let his name roll off my tongue like a challenge.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
He stepped toward me and I stepped back. Frowning, he tucked his cock into his pants and zipped them.
I turned and ran, fully aware I couldn’t go far. My apartment wasn’t big, and I was completely naked, so there was no heading out into the hallway.
Laughing, I led him on a chase around the living room, the kitchen, then back to the living room. Could I get to my trench coat fast enough to take it out the door with me? What were the chances someone would be in the hall in the second it would take me to pull my coat on?
I’d swiped the coat off the rack and had a hand on the doorhandle when he caught me and swung me around to face him. He was making a weird growling sound, and his pale eyes were absolutely menacing.
“You can’t get away from me, Tarryn. I won’t allow it.”
He slammed me against the door hard enough to make me gasp. Between us, he freed himself from his jeans and before I could protest, he’d pinned me to the door and slid me upward, getting between my thighs.
For a moment, he stared into my eyes, gulping air. He was shaking with adrenaline, and barely seemed able to contain himself. Jaw flexing, he lined himself up with my pussy and shoved his way inside, not taking his time the way he usually did. He was big enough to make it hurt, but I was so wet my body figured out how to take him—at least until he hit my cervix, and I yelped. He held me in place, his thumbs digging into my hips, one of them right into my fresh tattoo.
Fuck, I’d almost forgotten he’d tattooed me. I knew he was a little twisted, but tattooing me without my permission was going too far.
“Whose pussy is this?” he demanded.
“Mine.”
He pulled out and thrust back in hard enough to make me squeak. “Whose fucking pussy is this, Tarryn?”
“Valor’s,” I snapped.
He went completely wild, fucking me into the door as I clutched at his shoulders, squealing and struggling, trying to avoid his punishing teeth.He kept biting me, and filling the apartment with French swears. Holding me tight, he walked us over to the couch and threw me down, pulling out long enough to kick my coffee table out of his way before he was on me again.
Instinctively, I fought his attempt to get back between my thighs, swearing at him. He grabbed my wrists in one hand, and pried my knees apart with the other. After that, it didn’t take much for him to force his hips between my thighs.
He stopped dead. “Ghost pepper.”
I blinked at him in confusion for a moment. Oh, right. The safeword.
