“Wrong doesn’t mean I’m hurting you.” I pull out, my fingers hovering over her clit. “I bet this won’t hurt either.”
That’s all the warning I give before I pinch that hard little thing that makes her writhe.
“Fuck.” She grips the wall tighter, squeezing her thighs. Like I thought, she isn’t in pain. Still, she refuses to give me what’s mine. “No. No. Let go.”
“Never, Skylar. The only thing you get to say to me is yes.”
“Please, I?—”
The rest of her sentence turns into a gasp when I shove her shorts down her legs.
“No.” Her panties are thin. I tear them, fist them. Tuck them in my jeans. “I’m a virgin. My sister—I can’t lose my virginity here. Like this. They’re killing her, and I can’t. Don’t make me. Don’t, please. My first time can’t be here while my sister’s dying. With someone who fucking tricked me.”
Her first.
A visceral growl rips past my lips, echoing inside my mask. Possessiveness curls around my lungs.
“Stop.” Skylar’s breath quickens, her eyes stay locked on mine as I drop to my knees. As I flip her to face me. “No. No. Fuck you.”
Flames lick at my skin while I strip her. Sneakers, socks, those damn shorts, gone.
I toss them aside, impatience clawing at me.
I can’t fucking wait to taste her.
I used to think the rest of my life was out there somewhere.
But my fate is right here.
With Skylar.
The future doctor.
The one thing I never planned for.
My woman.
“Wish I could.” I drag my hands up the backs of her trembling thighs, pressing my masked face against her dripping hole. “Unfortunately, I don’t have time to bury myself inside you, Trouble.”
I haul Skylar down to the floor with me. Flat on my back, I manhandle her, leveling her pussy over my face.
She still doubts me. Her fists are tight at her sides, gaze flickering to the door.
If someone comes in here, they’re dead. I’m not worried.
I just want her.
“Look at me. I didn’t trick you.” I shove her lower, fastening both hands around her hips. Gorgeous hips that were made to carry the babies I’ll put inside her. “I own you. Every sound that spills out of you. Every clench. Every shiver. I’ll have you screaming on my cock.”
I’ve heard this kind of talk before, similar lines from Jett’s movies, the ones he left playing on his laptop. Back then, the words didn’t make me feel a damn thing.
With Skylar, I get it. She’s the first and last girl I’ll ever want to talk to like that. Just her.
“Bronwyn…” Her head drops, hair draping over her breasts.
She looks in pain, but her need runs hot down her thighs. I free one hand, slide my fingers over her soaked skin, then dart my tongue through the slit in my mask, tasting her off my fingertips.
“More,” I groan, feeling high on her sweetness. I’m wound up, cock pulsing. Needing.
