“Fall, Winter. I’ll catch you.”
More tears spill, the salty taste exploding on my tongue, andfuck, if that doesn’t wake a possessive side of my character.
“Beautiful,” I tut. “So fucking beautiful when you feel.” I kiss her again but inch back a moment later, dropping my forehead to hers. “If this is as far as we’re going, now’s the time to say stop,because the moment I drop you on my bed, there’s no turning back.” I kiss a line from her forehead to her ear, nipping gently. “Should I stop?”
She shakes her head, mouthingnowhen I inch back, admiring her pink cheeks and full, swollen, inviting lips that keep moving.
“Please don’t stop.”
“Do you understand what this means? No more pretending. The minute you’re under me, you bury the cold bitch. I want the real you. No inhibitions, no masks, no tough-girl act.”
“No tough-girl act.” She licks her lips, vibrating with anticipation, tears still not dry. “I’ll try.”
“Good.” I lean over, our kiss a whisper away. She smells so sweet, so tempting. “Strip.”
Her pulse quickens at her neck, betraying surprise. It doesn’t last long. “What did I say about bossing me around?”
Way too much.
All of it lies.
I’ll prove it. I’ll show her how good it feels when she submits. My hand shoots forth, fingers gripping her neck, the touch firm, toeing the line between pleasant and bruising.
“I saidstrip. I hear you talking back again, and you won’t sit down for days.”
Her throat moves under my fingers as she swallows, the defiance in her eyes still burning strong, but not as strong as curiosity. Slowly, so fuckingslowly, she moves her hands to the front zipper of her black dress. Gliding it lower, she doesn’t stop until she reaches the bottom, her dress falling open, draped over her shoulders like a vest.
I glance south, focusing on the three-inch wide strip of bare skin from her neck all the way down to the apex of her thighs. The fabric frames her navel, the valley between her breasts, and a strip of dark hair between her legs.
My mind riots.
“Where the fuck are your panties?”
“The guy you almost killed has them in his pocket.”
Violence scorches my veins, a plan of action forming at light speed. “It won’t bealmostafter tomorrow.”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “You can’t—”
“Oh, but I can.” I close her lips with mine, tasting the sweetness of her mouth and erasing any memory of the blond fucker. She melts against me, the fight hissing out of her muscles. “Good girl,” I whisper.
The praise works like a drug. She’s hooked. It’s clear from the peaks of her nipples hardening under the thin fabric.
She arches into me, her mouth finding mine as I drag my hand from her waist, up the side of her body, across to her navel, and up between the swell of her soft breasts. Bianca coos, my cold fingers making her tremble.
I swallow that sound, sinking deeper into her sweet mouth. I’ve imagined this moment too many times, but reality is ten times more intense than the countless fantasies my imagination conjured over time.
I thought she’d make me fight for every sound, for every gasp and reaction... wrong. I’m barely touching her, and she leans in, silently begging for more, her fingers finding their way into the short hair at the back of my head.
She’s pliant, willing, and a little greedy in how her tongue tangles with mine. I move my fingers to the left, uncovering one breast. My thumb grazes the underside, making Bianca squirm, her whole body racked by a powerful shudder.
The back of her head hits the wall, eyes closing, lips parting on a sigh when I thumb her nipple.
“Feels good?” I rasp, pressing into her, letting her feel my hard cock bulging against my pants.
“So good,” she mewls.
I kiss her again, harder, greedier. The anticipation reaches its peak, urging me to take what I need. What we both want.
