Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 120475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
Good. She should.
I pin her against the door, my body caging hers in, letting her feel exactly how hard I am, how fucking ready I am to remind her who she belongs to.
She gasps, eyes widening, but there’s no fear in them—only raw, desperate hunger. Lust so thick it’s choking the air between us.
“I don’t give a damn where you’ve been,” I growl, voice dark with possession. “And I sure as hell don’t give a fuck who you’ve been with.”
I can’t even tell if it’s a lie or not.
All I know is that I drop to my knees, rip her skirt up, and yank her panties down in one rough move that has her stumbling against the door. I grip her thighs, spreading them wide, fingers gripping her ass as I bury my face between her legs.
I am not a jealous man. I’ve shared her at the club and let others touch what’s mine—under my rules, my control.
But this? Coming home in another man’s car, acting like she can walk away from me?
No.
I inhale her, deep and furious, my tongue swiping through her slick heat, searching—demanding proof she’s still mine.
And all I find is Moira. My Moira.
Her scent. Her taste. Her perfect, untouched musk.
It sets something off inside me.
I devour her.
I don’t tease or ease her in like I have before. I eat her like a starved man, tongue thrusting, lips sucking, my grip on her thighs bruising as I drag her against my mouth, forcing her to take everything I give.
She keens, thighs quivering, hands yanking at my hair. One leg hooks over my shoulder, grinding against my face like she doesn’t know if she wants to escape or pull me in deeper.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” she gasps, voice shaking, body writhing. “I’m still leaving.”
Wrong.
I growl against her clit, the vibration sending her up on her toes, and then I drive a finger into her, curling back against the spot that makes her come undone.
She screams, convulsing against me, juices flooding my tongue as I pin her there, my mouth locked around her as she shatters. Her hips jerk, slamming the door against its rusty hinges. Her moans bounce off the walls.
But I’m not finished.
Not by a long shot.
I stand, pressing her soft, spent body against the door. Her lips are parted, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her pupils blown wide with pleasure.
“Do I need to tie you to the bed again?” I murmur.
Her brow furrows, something unreadable flickering through her eyes before she shakes her head. “I’ll safeword,” she rasps. “I should have already.” Her hand fumbles for the doorknob. “I have to go. I can’t be here anymore.”
“Why?” My voice is a growl. “Tell me.”
She shoves at my chest, but I don’t move.
“That’s right, dove,” I taunt, voice smooth as sin. “Fight me. Get good and mad at me.”
Her lips part, and for a moment, she looks like she might break—like she might confess everything.
But then her eyes harden, fury following pleasure.
“You don’t always get what you want!” Her voice cracks. “This isn’t how I wanted it to end, but I have to go.”
She reaches for the door again, and again, I block her.
She slaps me.
Her palm leaves a sting that only makes my cock throb harder.
She knows exactly what she’s doing.
Then she groans, fists my shirt, and yanks me down, her teeth sinking into my bottom lip before she breathes against my mouth, “Just one last time.”
That’s all the permission I need.
She leaps, wrapping her legs around me, and I catch her effortlessly, slamming her back against the door. One hand grips her ass while the other rips at my belt, my pants, freeing my cock just enough to thrust inside her in one brutal stroke.
She cries out, nails digging into my back, and I swear, Heaven and Hell collide inside me. She’s so tight, so wet, squeezing me like she never wants to let me go.
She moves to take control, but I growl, slamming her harder against the wood, gripping her hips tight. Making her take every inch just the way I want her to.
She gasps, shudders, and then—
She slaps me again.
Something snaps inside me. I lose every ounce of restraint.
I tear her dress open, baring her breasts, and take one in my mouth, biting the hard tip of her nipple just enough to make her jolt.
She clenches around me, her orgasm ripping through her as she wails my name, her juices drenching my cock, my balls, the scent of her pleasure thick and intoxicating.
That’s two.
And I’m still not done.
I lift her off the door and carry her to the kitchen, setting her on the counter. I need to see her. I need her to look me in the eyes when I ruin her again.
I slow my thrusts, grinding deep, rolling against her clit, never looking away.