Page 132 of Stolen Whispers


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Too desperate.

When I knew we both couldn’t take it any longer, I tugged her backward with me, our steps awkward yet purposeful. The hallway was closed, the limited shimmering light barely illuminating where we were going. A room devoid of guests. That’s all that was necessary.

With seams of clothing being ripped, buttons flying off, we bounced from one wall to the other. The break in our explosive kiss brought laughter and a drag of just the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip.

Which drove me bat shit crazy.

I could no longer focus from the lust, even biting her lower lip until I was able to taste blood. That’s how carnivorous I was, a primal beast losing all sense of control.

The only rational thought in my mind other than shoving my dick inside her tight pussy was that Jaxon had been right in his assessment. This was exactly what she wanted.

And what she needed.

A dark space called our attention and once inside, she slapped at the wall making six attempts to find a light switch. The space was small enough that we shifted back and forth until we were able to close the door.

That’s the moment she pushed me away with such brutal force. I was pitched back against the shower, knocked against the glass door. Laughing, I stared her down as I righted myself.

We were now only a few inches from each other, but it seemed like a mile if not further. The stare down continued, building the anticipation. She laughed, rubbing her delicate fingers across her lips.

I chuckled, using the sleeve of my jacket to do the same.

There was no denying the cataclysm of our relationship.

“You asked Alexander to have the Five Families find my parents’ murderers.”

“Yes,” she said. “So what?”

“So why?”

“Because you deserve to know and they need to die for what they did.”

“You’re a brat.”

Her grin was raw and adorable. “Don’t forget it.”

Another five seconds passed and it was as if a timer went off. Boom. The clock was ticking.

We were all over each other, gasping for air as we ripped at clothes.

I slipped my hand under her dress, wrapping my fingers around the thin elastic of her thong. With a single snap of my wrist, I jerked her free of the limited confines. She didn’t need her lacy panties anyway.

After taking a few seconds of self-indulgence by pulling the damp material to my mouth and nose and inhaling, I shoved them into my pocket.

Her laugh was completely evil as she grabbed both sides of my suit. Following what I’d just done, she ripped the two sides free, buttons popping everywhere. The moment her palms touched my skin, searing every inch, I became a wild savage.

There was no chance at walking away now.

I barely remembered lifting her off the floor, placing her ass on the edge of the counter. But I would never forget the moment when I thrust the entire length of my cock into her wetness.

All movement and time stopped, our eyes opening wide as the electric vibrations tore through us. Her mouth twisted in delight and the stunned moment didn’t last long before she was once against ripping at my clothing, able to drop my jacket from my shoulders.

I shucked it off for her, but that was the only thing I was willing to do.

This man was far too hungry to wait. Not for another second.

So I fucked her.

Long and hard.