Her body already did.
Her silence is gasoline. I lean in closer, so close the tip of my nose grazes her cheek, so close she can feel how hard I am pressed against her thigh without me needing to move another inch.
“You think you can run in my town? In my club?” My words scrape low across her skin, and her chest arches up like she’s fighting for air. “You wanted me mad, didn’t you?”
Her lips part, that sharp little mouth opening like she might deny it—but my hand is already wrapping around her throat. Not tight. Not enough to scare her. Just enough to remind her who’s got her pinned against the wall.
“Answer me.”
Her throat works against my palm. “Maybe,” she whispers, defiant even when her voice trembles.
“Maybe,” I echo with a dangerous laugh, sliding my free hand down the silk of her dress, slow enough that she feels everyounce of my patience unravel. My thumb brushes the bare edge of her thigh, and her breath stutters.
“Fuck, you’re reckless.” I squeeze her throat, not enough to cut off the air, just enough to make her tilt her head back, exposing herself to me. “Wearing this little scrap of fabric in front of everyone. In front of me. You wanted me to lose it.”
Her nails dig into my wrist, not pushing me away, just holding on like she doesn’t know what else to do.
“Dean.” My name comes out broken, like a prayer she swore she’d never say.
That’s it. That’s the crack I’ve been waiting for.
I press my mouth to hers, not kissing—claiming. My teeth catch her lower lip, biting hard enough to make her whimper. She tries to keep up, tries to fight for control, but she’s already shaking.
My hand slides higher, under her dress now, dragging the fabric up her thigh until I feel the heat of her bare skin.
“No panties,” I growl against her mouth. “You left the house like this?”
She gasps, eyes wide, head shaking—but I can feel the truth under my palm when my fingers brush slick heat. “Fucking liar.”
Her knees buckle when I shove two fingers inside her, no warning, no mercy. Her cry gets swallowed by my kiss, her nails clawing at my shirt, her body jerking against the wall.
I fuck her with my hand, hard and steady, the wet sound of it obscene in the dark hallway. Every time she moans, I squeeze her throat tighter, feeding off the way she can’t decide if she wants to fight me or beg for more.
“You’re dripping all over my hand,” I snarl, teeth scraping her jaw as my thumb circles her clit mercilessly. “Tell me again you don’t want this. Look me in the eye and fucking lie to me.”
Her eyes flutter open, pupils blown wide, lips trembling. She doesn’t say a word. She just grinds harder against my hand like she’s trying to break herself on it.
“Good girl,” I rasp, slamming my fingers deeper, faster, until her whole body bows against mine. “That’s it. Cum on my hand. Make a mess for me.”
And when she finally shatters, moaning so loud it drowns out the music pounding beyond the walls, I hold her up by the throat, keep her pinned exactly where I want her, watching every inch of her unravel for me.
She’s still shaking on my hand when I rip her dress up around her hips and shove it out of the way. She gasps, tries to grab at the fabric, but I slap her hands down against the wall, pinning her wrists with one of mine.
“You think you get to cover up now? After parading this body in front of me like bait?” My words grind out against her ear, rough and low. “No, sweetheart. You asked for this. You’re going to take it.”
Her chest heaves, a desperate little whimper breaking through her parted lips as I free myself, pushing my cock hard against the soaked heat of her cunt. The friction alone makes her shudder.
“You’re trembling,” I rasp, teeth dragging down the side of her neck. “Scared?”
“N-no—” Her denial breaks on a moan when I thrust inside her in one brutal stroke, burying myself to the hilt.
Her cry rips through the hallway, strangled and beautiful, and I clamp my hand tighter around her throat to muffle it. “Shh. Don’t want Kate to hear, do you?”
The name makes her body jerk against mine, and I smile against her skin, vicious and triumphant. “That’s right. Keep quiet while I fuck you like this.”
I slam into her again, as her body already gives way, wet and tight, and clenching around me like she was made for this. I am relentless, with hips that slam her against the wall, forcing each thrust to wring another choked sound from her throat.
“You’re dripping down my cock already,” I growl, shifting just enough to grind deeper, harder, until she’s shaking so violently I have to hold her wrists tighter to keep her upright. “So much for not wanting me, huh?”
