“Steven Thatcher. Why?”
“Just curious.”
He pulled me in tighter, his breath brushing against my cheek as he let out a shaky sigh.
“My name’s not Jason,” he said, and my brows furrowed in confusion.
I pried his arms from around me and sat forward, turning to face him.
“What?”
“That night at the club, it wasn’t supposed to go that way. You were never supposed to see me or talk to me. When you introduced yourself, I panicked.”
“Why are you telling me thisnow?” I asked, anger finding its way into my voice.
“Because I thought you should know,” he said. “I can't expect you to trust me if you don't even know my name.”
I stood from the bed, my hands clenching into fists, and gazed down at him. He sat on the bed, his arms crossed over his chest, his green eyes blazing brightly.
“Why am I not surprised you gave me a fake name?”
He stayed silent, his muscles tensing as I started to pace the room.
“What is your name?” I asked.
“Niko.”
“Why thefuckam I here,Niko? Why did you bring me here?”
No reply.
“Come on. Be honest. I just poured my fucking heart out to you, and you can’t even tell me why I’m here?”
Anger flared in my chest, and my hands shook as I stopped in front of Niko, feeling the weight of it all crashing down on top of me.
I was stupid to think that I was anything more than a hole to be fucked and eventually killed.
“What do you plan to do with me? Keep me here until you’re done with me, then kill me? Dump my body out in the open for all the world to see?”
He jumped up from the bed and wrapped his hand around my throat. His lip turned up into a snarl, his eyes growing dark as he pushed me against the wall.
“I wouldneverkill you,” he said.
Suddenly, his hand gripped my hair, pulling me into him. Our lips met in a fiery kiss, and a low growl rumble came from deep in his chest. Heat pooled in my core and sent sparks of arousal straight to my aching clit. His cock pressed into me, and I started to grind against it, my fear turning into something feral.
A moan slipped from my lips as he slid his hand into my sweatpants, his thumb grazing against my clit. He pushed me onto the bed, rubbing the bulge of his cock against me. His fingers slid down my slit, my arousal coating his fingers, and he groaned into me, his tongue pressing deeper into my mouth.
I gasped as he shoved in two fingers, pumping into me with such ferocity I almost came instantly. My back arched as his palm rubbed against my clit and his fingers curled inside me, sending me into a pleasure filled frenzy. I grabbed at his pants, trying to free his cock, but he pulled my hands away, pinning them both over my head.
“So needy,” he chuckled, his breath warm against my neck.
“Please,” I begged as I forgot everything that had led us here. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
I whimpered as he pulled his fingers free, licking and sucking my arousal from them. He moaned softly, his eyes closing for just a second before popping back open and peering down at me.
My body trembled as I rubbed against his leg like a dog in heat, desperate for some kind of friction. His hand grabbed my hair and pulled, my neck straining as I looked up at him. The green of his eyes was nearly black as his pupils dilated.
