“You don’t get to takeanything,”he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “Not without my permission.”
Finally, mercifully, he sets the candle down. I don’t even get a second to breathe before he grabs my hips and drags me back to the edge of the table. His hands are everywhere now—possessive, greedy, rough in all the right ways—and I’m shaking with need, with anticipation, with the electric jolt of finally getting what I’ve been begging for without saying a word.
Then he gives it to me.
My vision whites out the second he fills me, slowly at first, like he wants to savor how wrecked I already am. A low, broken sound slips from my throat, but he just presses a hand between my shoulder blades and pushes me down flat.
“Stay right there,” he growls. “Take it.”
And I do. God, I do, because Ineedit. Every sharp thrust, every bruise his fingers leave on my skin, every filthy word he drips into my ear like poison. My body rocks with his rhythm, breath stuttering with every slam of his hips against mine.
“You feel that?” he grits out, gripping my jaw and forcing my head back so he can watch my expression. “That’s what it feels like to bemine.”
I can’t answer. Can’t think. I’m too far gone, split wide open by everything he is: danger and dominance and that maddening,intoxicatingheat.
Goddamn,this is stronger than any drug I’ve ever taken. My heart’s tearing through my chest like it’s trying to escape, like I just injected a vein full of raw poison and adrenaline. It’s not a high, it’s a fuckingpossession.He’s under my skin, in my blood, and I don’t think I’ll ever claw him out.
And when he wraps his hand around my cock, stroking me in time with each thrust, it’s over. I spiral fast, breathless and raw, the world cracking wide as I come with a shudder and a helpless, violent moan.
He doesn’t stop.
He rides it out, taking everything,givingeverything, until I’m broken beneath him, completely undone.
He pulls out with a growl, tears off the condom, and spills hot across my chest and stomach like he’s claiming the wreckage he made. The dining table’s ruined.I’mruined.
My thighs are still shaking, breath shallow, mind scrambled.
The man I was hired to kill just fucked me into oblivion, and all I can think about is letting him do it again.
Fuck…
This is going to be a fucking problem.
CHAPTER 15 – POSSESSION
NICO
Well, that sure as hell didn’t go according to plan…
I only meant to toy with him, maybe coax a little more truth out of him. Push him to the edge and watch him sweat. That was the plan. Seduce him, just enough to make him slip.
But the bastard flipped the script on me. Got under my skin. Made me forget what the hell I was even looking for.
And when he looked at me, flushed, wrecked, begging me to ruin him?
Fuck… logic didn’t just go out the window. Itshattered.
I didn’t even know sex could feel like that. Like a firestorm tearing through everything I thought I could control. Like I’ve been starving my whole life and just now realized what it means to be fed.
Good thing I had protection. I wasn’t planning on needing it tonight, but ever since I met Julian Cross, I’ve been carrying one on me like a fucking fool.
Wishful thinking, I guess.
Now he’s out cold, sprawled across my dining room table. His body’s a mess.Mymess. Marked, flushed, trembling from the inside out. And all I can do is stare.
I should be planning my next move. Should be interrogating him. Should be doinganythingother than thinking about how good he looked with my hand around his throat and my name on his tongue.
But instead, I’m thinking about protection.
