“Open the door then, Poppy.”
“I can’t,” my voice came out broken.
He made a tortured noise that sounded exactly like agreement and rebellion tangled together.
“But that doesn’t stop me from wanting it,” he growled. “Doesn’t stop me from standing out here with my hand wrapped around myself, so goddamn hard it hurts.”
My orgasm was right there. “Tell me what you’re doing.”
“I’m imagining you riding my cock, after I fuck you senseless with that toy. I want to destroy you for anyone else. I want you to think of me every time you fuck yourself, and anytime you have to be with someone else.”
I thrust the toy harder, gasping. “It feels— it feels so good?—”
A broken snarl tore from his throat. “Poppy—open the door.”
“I can’t.”
“Please—” The wordshatteredout of him. “I’m begging you?—”
“Ivan—”
“Let me in,” he whispered. “Just this once. Let me touch you. Let me?—”
“Ivan—” I choked out, body shaking, “I’m— I’m gonna?—”
His breath punched out—like he could feel it happening through the damn door.
“Cum for me,” he growled. “Cum while I’m right here.”
I did.
The orgasm slammed into me so violently that my head went back, a ragged, breathless cry ripping from my throat as I arched into the toy and fell apart.
An answering groan met my ears, and it was almost enough for me to cum again.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Ivan
I’d never beggedfor anything in my life… but when it came to Poppy, I would happily get on my knees.
She’d somehow managed to turn me into a big pile of mush, begging outside of her door like some pathetic, lovesick idiot—but I just couldn’t help it. The sounds she was making on the other side of the door were enough to do me in. I thought the hot yoga would kill me…
Nope.
It was listening to her take care of herself and knowing there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
When her moans broke—when they cracked into that high, breathless cry that I would replay in my mind until the day I died—my hand tightened so hard around my cock I almost saw spots. I bit down on a curse so rough it felt like it scraped my throat raw.
I came against the inside of my fist like some desperateteenager— my forehead pressed to her door, shaking so hard I could barely stay upright.
I didn’t even care how pathetic it was.
Not when it was her.
Not when she was gasping my name while she fell apart on the other side of the wood, I could’ve easily kicked in with one solid hit.
I stayed there for a long time once it was over—trying to breathe, trying to remember I was a man with dignity, a man with self-control, and a man who wasn’t supposed to be thisgone.
