I didn’t ask who it was. I didn’t have to.
I opened the door.
Aleks stood there, damp hair curling at his temples, dressed in black joggers and a clingy Obsidian T-shirt. A thin bruise bloomed along his jaw. His eyes were hard—furious, focused.
“You couldn’t wait even a day,” Aleks said, voice low and cold. “Had to get your story out while the blood was still fresh?”
I stiffened. “It’s news, Champion. It would’ve been someone else if not me.”
“But it was you.”
The words cracked like a whip. He took one slow step forward, not touching me—but close enough to make me feel it.
“You think you’re angry?” I said, heat rising in my chest. “Try being the one left standing on a balcony like an idiot while you vanished into thin air. It’s been days! I’ve heard nothing from you.”
His jaw tensed. “You think that’s the same as what happened out there today?”
“No,” I said. “But you started this fire. Don’t act shocked that it’s burning.”
We stood there, a breath apart, rain still tapping at the hotel window behind me.
I should’ve slammed the door in his face.
But he was lightning fast. He lunged forward and I staggered back. He swung the door shut behind him and grasped me by the throat. Not to harm, no. It was firm but controlled and his blazing eyes searched my face. A beat. And then our mouths collided.
He walked me back into the bathroom wall, pinning me there by the throat while his lips and tongue assaulted mine. I gasped for breath as my hands groped under his shirt, finding warm skin over taut muscles.
The kiss broke just long enough for him to tug the shirt over his head and toss it aside. Then his mouth was back on mine. I whimpered into it, impatient for more. I needed it all, now. My hands found the waist of his joggers and tugged them over his hips. Before I could grab hold of anything else, he pressed his firm body flush against mine, using his weight to pin me to the wall.
His hands fumbled with the waistband of my tiny pyjama shorts and he yanked them down with as little patience as I felt. I swiftly lifted my top and pulled it over my head, sending mythick, dark curls cascading loose from the flimsy knot I’d tied my hair in.
Clothes shed, and not a moment to pause and think about what the fuck we were doing, he hoisted me up and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he thrust into me. I gasped with the suddenness of it, but his mouth was on mine again and his hands were gripping my backside hard. No pause, no hesitation. He began thrusting hard and fast, ramming me against the wall.
Pain bloomed but it was dwarfed by the rush of intense pleasure. Fuck. My mind swirled too fast to form thoughts. My body was lit up with sensation.
It was rough, frenzied, passionate. The heat was all I knew.
My climax rushed up through my body and my legs gripped him tighter. I broke the kiss and cried out, unable to contain it as I came.
His grip on my arse tightened and he thrust harder and faster. Rage lit his eyes even in the shadowy corner by the door. I held on tight and moaned my way through another orgasm. My body was on fire, for him.
“Fuck,” he groaned. His thrusts broke rhythm and his cock swelled inside me. With a rush of air, he came, ramming me hard with each stabbing thrust.
I moaned, still shaking through my orgasm. My fingers were threaded together around the back of his neck and I held on tight as he gave me one final slam against the wall. My grip loosened slightly and I released a shaking breath.
Slowly, carefully, he pulled out of me and set me on shaking feet. I slumped but he held me up.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern in his light eyes.
I nodded and straightened, looking into his face.
“That was—”
“Yeah.”
His cum trickled down my thighs, bringing me back to reality with a bump. What had we done? We’d crossed a line that we couldn’t walk back from.
Aleks took an unsteady step back and he stooped to pull up his pants. I stood there, limp as a noodle and emotionally numb.
