“Good,” I growl, dragging my mouth down her jaw, over the curve of her neck. “I don’t want you scared. I want you begging. I want you screaming.”
Her head falls back against the concrete wall, giving me more of her, offering herself without even realizing it. My tongue grazes the tender skin beneath her ear, and her whole body jolts in my arms, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“This dress,” I breathe against her throat, inhaling the scent of silk and sweat and Beatrice, “is a fucking masterpiece on you. I wanted to rip out the eyes of every man who dared look at you tonight.”
A sound slips out of her then—soft, involuntary, damning.
She wants this.She wants me. No matter how hard she fights it.
Her hands scramble for my jacket, pushing it down my arms in a frantic rush, her nails scraping along the muscles of my shoulders through the fabric. I let it fall to the ground without a care. My hands slide to the hem of her dress, dragging it up, bunching the silk high around her waist, exposing the heat I’ve been fighting the urge to claim since the moment she walked into that bar.
There’s nothing tentative left in me.
No teasing. No hesitation. No asking for permission I already have.
My hand slips between her thighs.
All I find is heat—blistering, desperate, unmistakably mine.
Wet, golden heat.
“No panties,”I whisper darkly, my breath scorching against her throat. “Jesus Christ, Beatrice.”
She writhes,mouth open in a silent gasp as my fingers slide through her slick folds. I can feel the pulsing of her swollen lips against my fingers as I move against her.
“Haveyou ever imagined my fingers fucking you like this?”
She shakes her head.Lies.
I sinktwo fingers into her without warning. I curl them ever so slightly to give her added friction. Her hips jerk.
“Haveyou ever thought of me like this, Beatrice?” Her response is a moan as I move in and out of her.
“Use your words, baby.”Another moan.
“Say it.”
Her nails diginto the back of my neck. “Yes.”
Fucking hell. “I knew it,”I snarl, my voice breaking with restraint. “You want me every bit as badly as I want you.”
She doesn’t answer.She whimpers.
And that sound undoes something inside me. All of the restraint, the distance, the weeks of pretending I could let her go—gone.
I dragmy hand out of her, palm soaked, and lift it to her mouth. She stares, eyes dark and dazed.
“Suck.”She obeys.
Her lips wraparound my fingers, tongue swirling, eyes locked on mine as if daring me to break first. My god, this woman.
I yank my hand away and spin her again, this time pressing her front-first against the wall, her cheek flattening to the cool surface. Her dress is still hiked around her hips, ass exposed, glistening from where I touched her. I grip my belt, yank it loose with one vicious pull, and fumble with my zipper.
This is not how I imagined I would take her. But here we are.
“You belong to me,bella,” I growl into her ear, biting gently at her earlobe. “You understand me?”
Her breath catches. “Then take me.”
