For me.
And when we finally broke apart, our foreheads pressed together and breath mingling, I didn’t say a word.
His mouth crashed into mine again before I could catch my breath. No warning. No hesitation. Just teeth and tongue and the kind of hunger that made my knees weak.
I gasped against his lips, my back hitting the wall as his hands gripped my thighs. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, like he’d been waiting for an excuse to do this for weeks even though we had just done it ten minutes ago. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, the fabric of my dress riding up as he pinned me there.
“You think you can just walk away from me?” His voice was rough, his breath hot against my ear. “After that? After us?”
I should’ve pushed him off. Should’ve told him to stop. But the way his fingers dug into my skin, the way his body pressed against mine—it erased every objection I had.
“Kieren—” My voice broke.
“Say it again.” His lips trailed down my neck, teeth grazing my pulse point. “Say my name like that when I’m inside you.”
A whimper escaped me. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything but cling to him as his mouth found mine again, harder this time, possessive. His hands slid under my dress, fingers tracing the edge of my underwear before yanking them aside.
I should’ve stopped him.
I didn’t.
The first thrust was brutal, exactly what I needed. My nails raked down his back as he filled me, stretching me, owning me in a way that made my head spin. The wall dug into my spine, but I didn’t care. All I could focus on was the way he moved—deep, relentless, like he was trying to brand me from the inside out.
“You’re mine,” he growled against my lips. “No more running. No more pretending this is just for show.”
I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t do anything but take it, take him, as he fucked me like he was proving a point. Like he was punishing me for ever thinking this was fake.
His hips snapped forward, each thrust harder than the last, his breath coming in ragged bursts. “Every time you run that mouth, I’ll remind you. Every time you try to leave, I’ll show you.”
My back arched as his fingers found my clit, circling with just the right pressure. Pleasure coiled tight in my stomach, sharp and overwhelming.
“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice rough. “Let me hear you.”
I shattered.
My orgasm ripped through me, violent and consuming, my nails digging into his shoulders as I clung to him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down. Just kept moving, kept taking, until his own release hit him with a groan, his forehead pressing against mine as he buried himself deep.
For a long moment, neither of us moved. Our breath came in uneven gasps, our bodies still tangled together. His hands stayed on me, possessive even now, like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go.
I should’ve been furious. Should’ve told him this changed nothing.
But as he finally pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his dark eyes burning with something I didn’t dare name, all I could do was stare.
Because this wasn’t pretend.
And we both knew it.
And in the darkness, pressed between a wall and the only man who’d ever made me forget how to hide, I realized the scariest part wasn’t what had just happened.
It was how badly I wanted it to happen again.
My dress strap had fallen off my shoulder. My lipstick was smeared. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
Kieren took a step toward me, but I was already backing away.
“You don’t get to play with my heart just because your PR team needs a girlfriend,” I snapped, voice raw. “You can’t just fuck me whenever you need to get off–”
BAM.
