He froze for half a second, and a broad, satisfied smile broke over his lips.
“I can’t wait to spread this pussy wide,” he said roughly. “Feel your walls milk the cum from my dick.”
Panic buzzed beneath my pleasure, but before I could process it, he was shoving my leg off his shoulder and standing—big, soaked, and terrifyingly focused.
Roughly, he flipped me around, taking one hand at a time and forcing my palms onto a metal balance bar mounted on the marbled wall. His hands covered mine as he bent me over.
“Don’t let go,” he growled into my ear, “or I’ll punish you. I’d love nothing more than to leave my handprint on that pretty ass of yours again.”
My breath hitched. The warning in his voice said he absolutely would.
I was too afraid to disobey—and too turned on not to want more.
His foot kicked my feet apart, one and then the other, spreading me open.
“God, look at you,” he whispered against my neck. “Trembling. That needy cunt dripping and swollen.”
He kissed my shoulder—bit it, really—then dragged his teeth up the side of my neck. His hand glided up my curves, all the way from my thigh, over my belly, and to my throat. There, he wrapped his fingers snugly around me, letting me know he controlled when and if I breathed.
“I’m going to bury my cock in every hole you’ve got, little lamb,” he growled. “And you’re going to take it. Every inch. You’ve been begging for this. Brandishing that sass, walking through the city like you wanted to be hunted. And now you’ll get exactly what you’ve been asking for.”
My brain short-circuited.
But my body didn’t.
It answered with a surge of arousal so fierce I nearly sobbed.
Holy hell, I liked this.
I liked that he was taking control.
That he was stronger than me. Rougher. Filthier than I’d ever imagined.
And it made sense.
I had been scrappy—fearless—until I’d run up against him.
Of course it would take a man like my captor to bring me to my knees.
I clamped my fingers tighter around the bar, barely able to think as he leaned over me, released my throat, and let his body heat sear through the skin on my back.
This was how I wanted to lose my virginity—to a man who clearly craved me like a madman. A man who didn’t ask, didn’t beg, just took what he wanted.
I knew it might hurt.
But for this?
For him?
It would be worth it.
And I’d be damned if I let him see a single flicker of pain.
Steam clouded the glass, wrapping this fantasy world in mist and heat as his bare chest pressed against my back. His slick skin slid across mine, his breath hot in my ear.
I gripped the bar hard, the cool metal grounding me as my body shivered with anticipation. With need.
His thick forearms caged me in as he reached around and cupped my breasts. I gasped when his calloused fingers pinched and twisted my nipples, making them ache with need.
