The way she kept saying my name and looking at me like I was the only man in the building had me on edge. I needed to hear her scream it, moan it, and only stop when my cock was stuffed down her throat.
“Just needed to get away.” It wasn’t a lie.
“Silas,” she said again, and I swallowed a groan. “Take me to your room.”
Fuck.
I stood up so fast that the chair almost blew backward. Grabbing her wrist, I hauled her out of the lobby and into the nearest elevator. As the doors slid closed, I’d barely spun around when she was on me, her lips crashing onto mine in a heated kiss. I pinned her against the metal and explored every glorious inch of her mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance, but I shoved her harder against the wall, my hand around her neck.
“You can’t always get what you want, love.”
She grinned. “Can’t I?”
I released a low grunt when her hand wrapped around my dick. “I want this cock inside me, Silas. Will you do that?”
My hold on her throat tightened, and I almost lost it when her eyes rolled back, that fleshy mouth caught between her teeth.
This woman.
“Baby,” I whispered over her lips, “I’m going to fuck you in every hole you have.” I squeezed tighter. “And you’re going to take it like a good little whore.”
She smiled wide as I released her. And as if on cue, the elevator doors split open, and I pulled her down the hall with the same urgency as the lobby. Adrenaline was pumping through my body, making me fumble as I reached for the key card.
Throwing the door open, my arm was around her waist as I ushered her inside.
“Tell me your name,” I demanded, trailing frantic kisses down her throat.
“That wasn’t the agreement, Silas,” she panted, letting her head fall back as I licked and nipped over her collarbone.
“Fuck that. Tell me.”
I scooped her up and tossed her on the bed. “Why is it so important?” she asked, crawling toward me on all fours as I started to undo the buttons on my shirt.
“So, I know whose name to call out when I tell you how fucking good you’re taking my cock, love.”
“Love?” she whispered as she ripped my shirt open the rest of the way, looking up at me from beneath her lashes.
My hand slid up her back until it was in her hair. A sharp hiss left her lips when I fisted a handful and tugged her head back, hard teeth on her jaw as she worked the belt and buttons on my pants.
“Why am I the only one getting naked here?” I tore at the thin strap of her dress until it gave.
Pierced.
Her fucking nipples were pierced. I strummed a barbell with my thumb, and her lips parted as a soft little moan fluttered between them. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured and tugged her closer, a thumb on each nipple while my eyes explored the wording tattooed as an outline just below her breasts. It was written in Greek.
“What does that mean?”
I caught a twitch in her brow, a flash of vulnerability passing through her features, but she quickly masked it with a coy smile. “You ask a lot of questions for someone who came here for a quick fuck.”
Pressing my lips to one of her nipples, I chuckled and rolled my tongue over the hard peak. “And you’re a master at avoiding every single one.” I took the piece of jewelry into my mouth and gave it a slight tug.
“Shit,” she breathed. “Silas…”
“Turn around.”
I didn’t give her a chance to react. I whirled her around and pushed her forward to her hands and knees. Similar Greek letters ran up the length of her spine, and I couldn’t help feeling intrigued by their significance.
“More mystery,” I rasped as she eyed me over her shoulder. “That’s okay, though.” I gripped the red dress in each hand and ripped until the zipper unraveled, and her dress fell to her hips. “I’ll break you.”
