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Instinctively, I take a step back. Then another. Until the cold, tiled wall presses against my back
“Leave, Knox”
He stops mere inches away, his breath warm against my skin.
“You know what would make the dress even better, Kitten? Seeing it raised and sitting atop your pretty waist as I take you.”
“If you touch me, I’m going to scream.”
He tilts his head. “Do it. I’ve imagined what that would sound like. How loudly do you scream, Sloane? Think the club’s noise will drown it out? Because I want to make your voice hoarse and your pussy sore?
A whimper escapes my lips. “Knox…”
His hand shoots up, fingers wrapping around my neck, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to send a jolt of electricity through me. He presses me against the wall, his body a solid, unyielding force.
“Say you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.”
“I don’t…” But the words won’t come out convincingly.
“What was that, Kitten?” he murmurs, his mouth so close to mine I can almost taste it.
“Screw you.”
He grins. Something about his grin ignites a fire within me, a primal desire I’ve kept buried for too long. The danger, the forbidden allure-it consumes me. I want him. Just for tonight. I start to reach for him-desperate-but he tightens his grip. halting me in place.
“If you want something, baby girl, you have to beg for it.”
“Now I have to beg?”
He leans in until our foreheads touch. “Only if you want me to ruin you the right way.”
His free hand trails down my body, lifting my dress by the hem. Then he reaches for my panties, touching the damp part in between my legs. The tingling sensation that’s already unbearable somehow worsens.
“You’re soaked. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
“…”
“Tongue-tied?”
He circles my clit through the fabric, a slow, torturous rhythm that has me biting my lip to stifle a moan. I part my legs, seeking more, but he maintains the agonizing pace.
“Say it, Sloane.”
“Take me. Please.”
“I didn’t quite catch that.”
I meet his eyes. “I want you to fuck me. Please.”
The words barely leave my lips before he crashes his mouth onto mine-no hesitation, no warning, just heat and hunger and violence wrapped in a kiss. His lips are rough, demanding, tasting of whiskey. He doesn’t ease in. He devours. Like he’s been starving.
My back hits the wall with a dull thud, but I bare Successfully unlocked!s are already in my hair, fisting it tight, angling my head to deepen the kiss. His tongue parts my lips, sumy in, tanying with mine.
I kiss him back with the same desperation, the same fury, like if I let go I might never get this again. And I hate that I want it so badly. I hate how I moan into his mouth. Every hard inch of him is pressed against me, his thigh pushing between mine, making me rub shamelessly against it.
Then his teeth catch my bottom lip. He bites down-hard
I gasp into him, eyes flying open as pain and pleasure explode in my mouth. My fingers clutch at his shirt, unsure if I’m pulling him closer or trying to push him away. The metallic tang of blood floods my tongue
He licke into my mouth like he wants to taste it too. I let him take it all.
He pulls back, lips swollen. “Now was that so hard to admit?”
“Are you going to take me or just talk?”
He smiles. “Right away, ma’am.”
With his hand still around my neck, he pushes my head further into the wall. Then he lowers himself to his knees. His fingers hook under the waistband of my panties, and with one tug, he pulls them down my legs.
I step out of them, and he picks the lace up and slides it into the pocket of his pants.
“About that screaming thing,” he says, lifting my right leg over his shoulder. “You still haven’t told me how loudly you scream.”
I open my mouth to respond, but words fail me as he buries his face where I crave him most, his tongue immediately teasing my clit.
My head falls back, a moan escaping my lips.
“Oh…”
He pulls back. “You taste so much better than I imagined.”
He doesn’t give me any more seconds to catch my breath before he dives in again, drinking me in.
The pleasure is overwhelming. Each stroke of his tongue sends jolts of ecstasy through me. I grip his hair, grinding against his lips.
This makes him groan. “That’s it, Kitten. Rub those juices all over my face.”
The tension builds fast and wild, spiraling through me like a storm without mercy. I try to brace for it. Try to hold it off.
I can’t.
When it hits, it explodes.
I cry out, clamping a hand over my mouth as my entire body shakes.
He groans low against me, which only adds to the tremors.
Before I can come down from the high, before I can breathe or think or even process, he’s standing.
I barely register the shift until he bends me over the countertop, his hands adjusting me into the right position.
The mirror catches my eye.
I see myself-flushed; trembling, disheveled. And him-behind me, eyes dark and wild, hands tearing something open. A condom.
I can’t look away.
He meets my eyes in the mirror as he steps forward, pulling me up by my hair.
And then-
He enters me in one hard thrust.
I gasp-loud and unrestrained-as the mirror fogs slightly from my breath.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” he rasps behind me. “For me to fuck you hard. You want me to break you.”
“Yes,” I manage to whisper. “I want it.”
His rhythm is slow at the start, measured, like he wants me to feel every second of it. Then his hand finds my waist, the other sliding between my thighs, circling that sensitive spot.
The pace picks up.
Each movement is devastating, sending new waves through me.
“Eyes on me, Sloane,” he says.
I meet his gaze in the mirror, and it’s like being struck. There’s something primal in the way he watches me.
“You feel so warm,” he murmurs. “You’re taking this so well too, like a good girl.”
I don’t know if it’s the praise or the feeling, but I want more.
“Please,” I whisper.
He smirks. “As you wish, Kitten.”. That’s it, kitten
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