By the time we reach the cabin, he's so hard I can feel him throbbing against my palm. Precum drips from his head, slicking my movements. He parks by the cabin and kills the engine, and I lower my body over the console as if I might start sucking him, but he grabs me by the shoulders and forces me upward.
"Sloane, you're beyond the point of consent…" His grip on my shoulders is almost bruising.
Looking him in the eye, I can see the final thread. He's ready to break and take what he wants, and I'm ready to push him over the edge. "Then get your phone out and record me saying how badly I want your dick inside me. When I wake up wrecked, play it for me so I remember this moment. But don’t leave me aching…"
This whole night, I've been on fire, dancing, watching him watching me. I noticed the way his eyes drink me in and I felt how hard he was getting for his "sister" while we danced. Hethinks he's fooling me and he's not. He wants to fuck me as badly as I want him. I don't want to go to bed unsatisfied.
Dane slides out of the truck, leaving the keys hanging, and walks around the front. I watch every step with a smirk on my face as he finds my door and opens it. My ass is still in the air, and I look back over my shoulder at him as he reaches for me, pulling me out until the cold air kisses my skin again and he pins me against the side of the truck.
"You like teasing me?" he growls. His chest presses against my back, tits crushed to the cold metal as he gently closes the door.
"Who said I'm teasing?" I mewl, bucking my hips backward to make my ass grind on that cock still as hard as rock.
"I don't play nice." Dane's fingers grip my hips hard, and he pulls me against his body. I feel the full length of his erection against my tailbone and it makes me groan when he bites down on my bare shoulder. His stubble scrapes my skin and my core throbs with need. "I'm gonna show you exactly what happens when you tease a man who's been holding back for too long."
"So show me, then," I say, and I lean back into him.
Before I can even think, he has me in his arms as he marches toward the front door. I cling to his shoulders and shut my eyes briefly as I allow the alcohol to swim in my head. This feeling is incredible—of being drunk and so fucking horny, my body could fuck him all night long and never get tired. And it's been building for weeks now, so close to exploding, I swear he'll touch me and I'll come on his hand instantly.
When he sets me down inside, it takes exactly a split second for his hand to slide up my back and knot in my hair. He pulls,exposing the column of my neck to his teeth for a satisfying love bite while he growls and grinds his pelvis against my thigh.
"God, woman, you're driving me insane."
"That's the point, right? Get you so worked up, you lose control and fuck me." I grin and let him pull my hair harder, and then his mouth finds mine and my jaw drops slack for his tongue to search my mouth.
The growl he makes is pure satisfaction. He backs me toward his room where I've not been allowed to go until now, then he releases my hair and opens the bedroom door, guiding me inside with a hand on the small of my back. The room is dark except for moonlight streaming through the window, giving just enough light for me to see him tearing his shirt off.
"Strip," he orders as he kicks off his boots, and he doesn't have to tell me twice.
I reach for the zipper of my dress, but my hands are shaking—from alcohol, from anticipation, from the sheer intensity of his gaze on me. I manage to get it halfway down before he loses patience and yanks the dress down. I hear the distinct rip of fabric before the dress pools at my feet.
I'm standing in nothing but the heels he bought me and a pair of black panties, my skin covered in goosebumps as his eyes rake over me. They're dark and possessive and he stalks forward as he says, "Beautiful." The word is rough, almost reluctant, as though he didn't mean to say it out loud. "Too damn beautiful for your own good."
He captures my mouth again, kissing me with bruising intensity as we work together to strip off his clothes. Shirt, jeans, boots—everything ends up on the floor in a heap until we're both bareexcept for my heels and his boxer briefs that do nothing to hide his arousal.
He backs me toward the bed and I go willingly, falling onto the mattress when the backs of my knees hit the frame. He follows me down, covering my body with his, and the feel of his skin against mine is electric. Tattoos cover his chest, his arms, his shoulders—black ink that snakes over his torso and winds around his biceps. Up close, they're beautiful but dangerous. A map of violence written on his body.
His weight pins me to the mattress, the heat of his skin branding mine, and those inked arms cage me in, muscles flexing as he grinds his hips down, letting me feel every thick inch straining against his boxers. My thighs part on instinct, heels digging into the bed as I arch up, chasing friction against the ache that's been throbbing since the diner.
"Fuck, Sloane," he rasps against my throat, teeth scraping the mark he already left. His hand shoves between us, rough fingers ripping my panties aside instead of off. The lace tears like paper, and cold air hits my wet skin for half a second before two thick fingers plunge inside me without warning, stretching me open with a burn that makes me gasp and claw at his shoulders.
"Jesus, you're soaked," he growls, pumping hard, curling just right to drag a broken moan from my throat. His thumb finds my clit while my hips buck wildly, chasing the pressure. It's incredible, and I was wrong. I'm not letting myself come so fast. I want to enjoy all of this. So I wrap my legs around his hips, the heel of one shoe scraping down his back hard enough to leave a welt.
"More," I pant, nails raking over the ink on his chest, down to the waistband of his boxers. "Need you inside me. Now."
He snarls, "You're gonna ruin me," and yanks his fingers out, bringing them to my mouth. I suck them clean without thinking, tasting myself, watching his eyes go black as he watches me. Then he's shoving his boxers down, kicking them off, cock springing free.
Dane is one hundred percent solid muscle as he drags me down the bed until my ass hangs off the edge and lines himself up to my entrance. One brutal thrust and he buries himself until his cock digs into my back wall and his body is flush with mine. The stretch is blinding, pain and pleasure slamming together as he bottoms out with a grunt that sounds like it’s ripped from his chest.
"Oh, fuck," he hisses through clenched teeth, pulling back only to slide in again, harder, making the bed frame rattle against the wall. My back arches off the mattress, and a choked cry tears from my throat as he sets a punishing rhythm, hips snapping like he’s trying to split me in half.
I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him deeper. Every thrust jolts through me, the head of his cock dragging over that spot inside that makes my vision spark white. His hand knots in my hair again, yanking my head back so he can bite down on my collarbone, marking me again, tongue soothing the sting before he does it harder.
I whimper like a baby and my hands frantically search the mattress for something to grab. His body in me is exquisite, sensations exploding outward from my core to every muscle until I'm whimpering and panting, clawing at the sheets. One of my shoes falls off and I hear it tumble to the ground, then Dane's hand in my hair is tighter, turning me so I'm forced to look him in the eye.
"Look at me," he growls, and I force my eyes open, meeting that feral stare as he fucks me raw, sweat dripping from his jaw onto my breasts. "This what you wanted? Wanted me to ruin this pretty little pussy?"
"Yes," I sob, clenching around him just to watch his control fracture. "Harder. Fucking wreck me."
