And I get it.
I really do.
Before I can react, he closes the distance and lifts me off the ground. My legs wrap around his waist as he steps through the ropes and drops from the ring.
Then he’s carrying me through the crowd towards the back, in the direction of what I assume are the changing rooms, as people scream bloody murder.
Chapter 35
Piper
He sets me on a table and captures my mouth with his.
His tongue moves past my lips and finds mine, and I don’t even have time to process what is happening before every coherent thought flies from my head beneath the feel of his body pressed to mine.
His touch has always been electric. It makes me forget and throw caution to the wind without a second thought.
Just as I do now.
You’re supposed to learn from your mistakes, not repeat them over and over again. Yet when it comes to Hunter, I fall into that rabbit hole more times than is probably healthy.
He bites my lower lip, and my senses fill with the metallic taste of blood and him.
Just... Hunter.
It’s blasphemy.
It hurts, and it stings, yet the masochist in me revels in it.
I’d let him ruin me all over again, and I don’t even know where my self-control went.
Or my self-respect.
I just don’t care. I just want to...
Feel.
Maybe one last time.
How many times have I said that now?
Last time. Yes, as if.
He rips my Ralph Lauren dress, then the shorts I wear underneath. Buttons fly around the room.
Goosebumps rise over my skin as I’m left in nothing but my white lace bra, which does absolutely nothing to hide the hard peaks of my nipples beneath the thin fabric.
He kisses the column of my neck before moving lower, his mouth skimming the upper curve of my breast.
Then he pulls back and looks me straight in the eyes.
Those amber eyes.
They do things to me.
“On your knees.”
His voice is stripped of its usual control and filled with a malice I have never heard directed at me before.
