“If you ever evenspeakabout giving your body to someone else, I swear to god I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” I goaded him. The tension between us was so taut I could almost feel it, like a rubber band about to snap. And yet, I wanted it to break. I wanted to break through the barriers between us. I wanted to make him lose control, give in to me.
His face was so close to mine that I could feel his breath on my cheeks.
“I don’t think you’ll do a goddamn thing,” I said, smirking.
His lips crashed down on mine
It was just like it had been earlier that day. Wild, frenzied, and totally, completely hot. This time, however, we were alone. No one else in our apartment. Nothing was going to stop us from finishing what we had started all those hours before.
Stefan’s tongue was hot on mine. I was ready for more, ready to take what he had to offer. I fumbled for his shirt, wanting to get rid of everything that was between us.
But before I could undo a single button, Stefan’s hands were around my wrists.
“Don’t,” he ordered, forcing my arms up and above my head.
He walked me backwards to the wall, pressing me up against it, green eyes blazing. I couldn’t have slipped his grasp if I’d tried. It was so fucking hot to be pinned there, unable to move. With one hand holding my wrists together, he ran his other down the side of my neck, down over my cleavage until it reached the neckline of my dress.
“Did I pay for this?” he asked.
I nodded wordlessly, my entire body throbbing with need.
With a hard jerk, he ripped the fabric from my body. The dress tore at the seams and fell to the floor, the material crumpling at my feet. I gasped with the shock and pleasure of it all. I stood in front of him wearing nothing but my heels, lace panties, and matching strapless bra.
“You’re mine,” Stefan said, thrusting his knee between my legs, forcing them wide.
His thigh was hard as it pressed almost painfully against me, stimulating my clit, and the sensation was so intense that I almost came from the pressure. Stefan caught my little groan of pleasure with his mouth, his hand still pinning me to the wall. I rode his thigh as his other hand tore my bra away, grinding hungrily against him.
I was naked except for my underwear, and just like when we were in the closet before, he was still fully dressed. His hand went to my breast, grabbing my nipple and twisting it roughly. It hurt, but I liked it. I liked it a lot, and I moaned against his mouth.
“More,” I begged.
“You’re mine,” he said, twisting the other nipple. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”
“I belong to you,” I gasped.
His hand left my breast and I let out a sigh of disappointment, one that was quickly silenced as my underwear was torn away and his finger slid down to stroke my clit.
“You’re so wet for me,” he rasped, and then shoved his finger deep inside me.
I cried out. The penetration felt even more intense this time, even deeper now that I had already climaxed just hours ago, and it wasn’t long before he added another finger and was fucking me hard with both of them, my pussy stretching to accommodate their thickness.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled against my throat. “Your soaking wet little pussy is going to feel so good on my cock.”
My knees went weak as he whispered all these dirty, forceful things to me. I wanted all of it. And I wanted it now.
Apparently, he couldn’t wait either, because he released his grip on my wrists.
“Go to the bed,” he ordered, slapping my ass—hard—when I didn’t move fast enough.
I nearly raced across the room, turning to find that he was taking his clothes off with quick, jerking movements.
“Get up on the bed and spread your legs,” he told me. “Leave your shoes on.”
I did as he said, straining my neck to watch him as he peeled off his clothes. Finally naked, he was even more gorgeous than I had imagined, his cock long and rigid and perfectly formed. Something about the sight of it made my mouth water.
He stalked toward the bed, and I spread my legs even wider for him, my heels digging into the down comforter. I wanted this so bad. I was ready to do whatever he wanted.
