“Someone’s there,” I whisper, my heart still hammering.
He doesn’t stop. He spins me around to face him and his hand snakes down, lifting my thigh, opening me. His mouth brushes my neck.
“I know.” His voice is calm. “I don’t care.”
He slides into me brutally, and I swear, I forget what I was even scared of. He lets out this low sound of satisfaction.
My head slams back against the wall, and I gasp loud enough to echo. His hand is on my mouth before the sound even finishes leaving me.
“Shh,” he breathes, smiling against the back of his hand, loving every second of this chaos he’s dragging me through.
“You’re doing so fucking good, Isabella.”
I moan inside his palm. My whole body’s shaking. God, I’m dripping down my thighs like I’m begging to be found.
“I could fuck you through a war zone and you’d still open up for me, wouldn’t you?”
The thrusts are deep, slow, vicious and rough, savoring my helplessness and how close to the edge I am.
My legs are shaking; I’m barely breathing, and all I can think isyes.
Yes, I love it. Yes, I’m scared. Yes, I want more.
Yes, I’d let him make me his fuck-toy.
“Messy little thing,” he murmurs, kissing the side of my face.
I clench around him, helpless.
His hips press in deeper.
“Fuck. That’s it. Just like that.”
My breath stutters. I shake my head. I’m trying to hold it together, but it’s fraying. Every thrust drags another noise out of my throat that his hand has to catch.
“You’re doing so good for me,” he says softly. “Letting me take what I want. Letting me have you.”
I nod, tears in my eyes, from the pressure, the tension, the way my whole body is lit up and teetering on the edge.
He groans low, deep in his chest, and it shakes through me.
The sounds outside grow louder. Closer. I know we should stop. He should pull out.
The panic comes back. I try to push his hand off my mouth, just enough to breathe or say something, but he doesn’t let me.
Instead, his hand tightens, and he fucks into me harder.
“You’re gonna make me lose my mind.”
My mind is a mess. I don’t know if I want him to stop or keep going or make it worse.
“Adam, I—” I mumble into his hand.
“Come for me,” he breathes. “Be my good girl and come. Right here, where anyone could walk in and see what you let me do to you.”
I fall apart so fast it knocks the wind out of me. I shake, tense, cry into his hand and try not to scream. My body locks up around him, tight and pulsing, as the orgasm rips through me like a full-body spasm, and he doesn’t stop. My body convulses, and my nails dig into his shoulders.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans in my ear, but he doesn’t stop moving. He fucks me through it like he’s feeding off it.
