I don’t stop. I pick up the pace, my thrusts becoming violent, rhythmic, a masterpiece of filth. I want her to feel every rib of me, every throb of the heart he thinks he owns. I want her torealise that while he stands out there talking about weddings and contracts, I am inside her, rewriting her DNA with every fucking strike of my hips.
“Answer him,” I growl, my teeth sinking into her shoulder, marking her over the spot where his blood had dried. “Tell him who you belong to.”
The steam is a thick, white wall of heat, turning the air into liquid. I don’t give her a second to breathe. I don’t give her a second to think.
I grab her hips, my fingers bruising the soft skin as I haul her back against me, and I drive in again. Hard. Deep. The wet, slapping sound of my stomach hitting her ass is a rhythmic violence that echoes off the marble. She’s so tight it’s a struggle to move, her body clutching at my cock like she’s trying to swallow me whole.
“Scarlett?” Noah’s voice is right against the wood now. “Answer me.”
I lean over her, my chest crushing her breasts against the cold tile, and I snap my hips forward. I hit her so hard her head thumps against the wall.
“Answer him, little sister,” I hiss into her ear, my teeth grazing the lobe. “Tell him how good the water feels.”
I reach down, my thumb finding her clit and grinding into it with a brutal, steady pressure. She breaks. A long, high-pitched moan rips out of her, muffled by the hiss of the spray. Her back arches, her pussy pulsing around me in frantic, wet spasms.
“I’m—I’m fine,” she gasps out, her voice trembling and wet with a sob. I don’t stop. I pull out until I’m barely touching the entrance, then I slam back in, bottoming out until she cries out again.
“Just… just a minute, Noah,” she manages, the words hitching as I find that perfect spot inside her and stay there, grinding my weight into it.
“You sound breathless,” Noah says through the door. I can hear the handle turn. The lock holds, but only just.
I grin, a dark, feral sound catching in my throat. I wrap my hand around her throat, forcing her head back so she has to look into the dark of the ceiling. I pick up the pace, my thrusts becoming a blurring, frenzied rhythm. I’m hitting her deep, fast, and fucking mean.
“Tell him… you’re coming,” I whisper, the double meaning a jagged blade between us.
“I’m… I’m coming out… soon,” she chokes out, her fingers clawing at the grout.
I’m right on the edge, my cock thumping inside her, every nerve ending screaming. I reach around, my hand cupping her pussy, my fingers working her while I ram into her one last, devastating time. I feel her explode—a jagged, shaking climax that sends her into a dead-weight slump against me.
I follow her over the edge, a hot, violent release that I bury deep inside her, right where that bastard’s name should be.
I stay there for a heartbeat, breathing her in, our heartbeats thudding against each other in the wreckage of the steam.
“Good girl,” I murmur, my voice a ghost of a threat.
I don’t pull out. Not yet.
I want her to feel the weight of what I am. I wrap my arms around her thighs and hoist her up, her wet skin sliding against my soaked clothes until I’ve got her pinned against the tile. Her legs lock around my waist by instinct, her heels digging into the small of my back as I hike her higher, forcing her head to thump rhythmically against the marble with every jagged breath I take.
The steam is a fucking furnace.
I slide down her body, my face pressing into the heat of her belly, then lower, until I’m staring at the wet, swollen wreck of her pussy. It’s flushed a deep, angry pink, glistening under thespray and dripping with the mess I’ve already started making of her.
I don’t hesitate. I bury my face in her pussy, my tongue snapping out to find her clit, swirling around it with a heavy, demanding pressure that makes her spine turn to water.
“Kai,” she sobs, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling, begging. “Please.”
“Please what?” I growl against her wet skin, the sound muffled by her heat.
I don’t wait for an answer. I sink my tongue inside her, pushing deep into her tight, wet, pussy, tasting the salt of the island and the honey of her ruin. I work her slow, my tongue mimicking the thrust of my cock, sliding in and out until she’s thrashing against the wall, her head bouncing off the tiles as she loses the ability to think, to breathe, to be anything but a vessel for me.
She’s shaking, her internal muscles clenching around my tongue in frantic, desperate waves.
“Fuck,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Kai… oh god, Kai.”
The sound of my name on her lips—not a whisper, not a plea, but a fucking scream of recognition—makes something inside me snap. The last thread of my control burns to ash.
I drop her feet back to the floor just long enough to flip her around, slamming her face-first against the cold marble. I grab her hair, jerking her head back so she has to feel the cold stone against her cheek while the scalding water hits her ass.
