His name came out as a plea.
A warning.
A surrender.
He groaned against me, the vibration sending a jolt straight through my core. His fingers curled inside me, hitting a spot that made my knees buckle, and his free hand shot up to grip my hip, holding me steady, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
"You taste like fucking sin," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. "Like you were made for me."
I should’ve told him to stop. Should’ve remembered every reason this was wrong, every reason I was supposed to hate him, every reason I’d fought this from the beginning. But then his teeth grazed my clit, just enough to make me gasp, and his fingers twisted inside me, and my body arched into him, my hips rolling against his mouth like I was begging for more.
Because I was.
God help me, I was.
His chuckle vibrated against me, dark and knowing. "That’s it. Take what you need."
I came with a broken cry, my fingers clenched in his hair, my body trembling so hard I could barely stay upright. He didn’t stop. Didn’t let me catch my breath. Just kept licking, kept touching, kept owning me in a way that made my vision blur.
When he finally pulled back, his lips were slick, his eyes burning into mine with something that wasn’t just satisfaction.
It was possession.
His fingers trailed up my stomach, slow and deliberate, like he was claiming every inch. My breath hitched as he reached the hem of my shirt, his knuckles brushing against the underside of my breasts.
And then his hands were there, palms warm against my skin, thumbs hooking into the neckline of my shirt. One sharp tug, and the fabric gave way, my breasts spilling free. Cool air hit my exposed skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat in his gaze as he looked at me.
"Oh yeah," he murmured, voice rough. "I'm fucking you on your display case next to the rest of the smut."
My stomach twisted. Not in fear, but in something darker, something that made my pulse spike and my breath come faster. His fingers found the cup of my bra, tugging it down without hesitation. The lace gave way, and then his mouth was on me, hot and demanding, his tongue swirling around my nipple before he sucked hard enough to make me gasp.
"And there's nothing you can do to stop me."
His words sent a jolt straight through me. My hands were already tangled in his hair, my back arching into him, my body betraying me in the worst possible way.
He groaned against my skin; the vibration making me shudder. "Fuck, you're perfect." His teeth grazed me just enough to sting, and I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders. He chuckled, dark and satisfied, before switching to my other breast, giving it the same relentless attention.
I could feel how hard he was against my thigh, could feel the way his body trembled with restraint. He wanted this as badly as I did—maybe more. The realization should’ve terrified me. Instead, it sent another rush of heat pooling low in my stomach.
His hands slid down, gripping my hips, and then he was lifting me onto the nearest display case. Books scattered, tumbling to the floor, but neither of us cared. He stepped between my legs, his mouth crashing back onto mine, his tongue sliding between my lips like he owned them. Like he owned me.
And the worst part?
He did.
Chapter 24
Gideon
Her lips were swollen from my kisses, her chest heaving like she’d just run a marathon. I stepped back just enough to look at her—really look at her—and fuck; she was perfect. Ruined. Mine.
Breasts spilling out of that torn shirt, thighs glistening, legs still spread from where I’d had her. My cock ached just from the sight, heavy and thick against my zipper. I didn’t even think. Just pulled it out, stroking myself slow, watching the way her breath hitched when she saw me.
Precum beaded at the tip, and I groaned, thumb swiping over the slick head. No way in hell I was wasting a single drop. Not when I could give it all to her. Fill her up. Mark her from the inside out.
I leaned in, my free hand gripping her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. "You’re gonna take every fucking inch, Belle. And you’re gonna beg for it."
Her pupils blew wide, her lips parting on a shaky exhale. She didn’t deny it. Didn’t fight. Just watched me with that defiant, desperate look that made my balls tighten.
