Her cheeks flush as her gaze follows my hands. Outside the bathroom the bass keeps pounding. Drunk idiots knock and shove at the door, confused why it’s locked. She jerks her head toward the sound.
“Sounds like they’re not very happy we locked them out,” she mutters.
“Like I give a fuck. They’re not my concern,” I say. “The only thing I care about right now, is finishing our fucking game.”
That shuts her pretty mouth up.
Which is good cause I fucking meant it. Right now, in my mind, there’s only what’s in front of me.
Her.
Us.
This need—tight, sharp, and unavoidable to fill her. To break her down piece by fucking piece until she’s shaking and open with my cock buried inside her.
“Fuck,” I murmur, voice low and steady, watching the way her eyes track my every fucking movement. The way her flushed chest rises and falls with each breath. “You are gorgeous.”
She rolls her eyes, but her voice gives her away. “I know you’re doing the whole Cupid roleplay bullshit,” she says, breathless, impatient, “but can we skip the romance and fuck already? I’m about to fucking explode.”
I pull my cock free from my pants.
Her eyes widen instantly.
“Oh,” she breathes, staring. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
“What’s the matter, little valentine?” I murmur, voice low and commanding. “You’re not scared, are you?” I mock, giving her the same taunting edge she used on us. “Don’t tell me you laugh in the face of a pair of serial killers, but a few little barbells are where you draw the fucking line.”
She swallows, nodding despite herself. “Barbells on your cock,” she admits, breath tight, “that I really badly wanted inside me about thirty seconds ago.”
“Oh, you still want it.” I laugh quietly. “And you’re going to fucking love them. You’ll see.”
I swipe my finger through the fresh blood trailing down her thigh from my name and slowly spread it along my shaft. She sucks in a sharp breath, thighs tensing.
“Jesus,” she mutters. “You really don’t do anything halfway, do you?”
“No,” I say calmly. “I finish what I start.” A beat. “And when I fuck, I do it without forgiveness.”
I help her adjust on the sink, lining her up, letting the anticipation stretch until she’s visibly shaking.
She lets out a frustrated sound. “Just—fuck me already.”
The desperation in her tone earns a satisfied smirk.
I lean in and take her mouth, hard and claiming. She kisses me back just as aggressively, teeth nipping like a challenge. Then as I pull away, I press just the tip inside her, barely enough to make her hiss.
“Fuck,” she breathes, clearly growing more frustrated with every roll of my hips. Teasing her, never fully giving her what she wants. “Fucking asshole. You’re driving me crazy.”
“Do you remember what I told you?” I ask quietly.
Her eyes flutter. “That you wouldn’t be gentle.”
“I fucking meant it.”
I drive into her in one brutal thrust.
She cries out, a broken, beautiful fucking sound, hands grabbing for the counter. “Holy shit—Kade?—”
My hands sink into her ass, gripping tight as I take control, driving into her again and again.
