“We had a couple drinks at Mateo’s. Then we went to Shin Ho’s on Sunset for pad Thai until about eleven. And then to meet Anjali at some whiskey bar downtown that I’ve never heard of, and then home. Happy?”
“Your home is here.” The words drop from my mouth like rocks.
Her entire expression changes to one of disbelief. “Are you saying I’m not allowed to ever leave here? You know what I meant.”
There has to be another reason she took off. “And this morning, before your flight?”
She backs away with an irritated sound. “You know what, Luka, the whole possessive thing was kind of fun when I thought it meant something, but now you’re just being a dick.”
I put my arms on either side of her, caging her against the wall. “I’m just curious what my fiancée has been up to.”
She looks up at me, glaring, her breath coming faster. “I might be your fiancée, but I’m still my own person and I’m allowed to have my own life. I’ve already told you everything you need to know. There’s nothing wrong with me keeping some things to myself!”
“Fine.” Stepping closer, I press my hips into hers. “As long as you remember that your body belongs to me.”
A desperate whimper comes from her throat, her mouth parting willingly as I dip my head to kiss her hard. Her soft taste floods me and I’m overcome with how much I want her. Remembering my earlier wish, I walk her back across the room, feasting on her mouth like a starving man as we go. She gasps as her back presses against the cool glass of the window, her thin robe doing nothing to protect her from the slight chill.
I’m angry and aroused and I don’t want to control myself. I want to strip her bare and fuck her against the backdrop of the night sky and the lights, where anyone with a good view could look up and see her luscious body pressed to the glass.
Stripping the robe off her, I can’t get enough of the sight of her body. My cock is so hard for her it’s almost painful. Her chest heaves, her heavy breasts thrusting out for me, those pebbled nipples just begging to be sucked. Taking her face between my hands, I press into her and claim her mouth, kissing her until we’re both breathless. She squirms and twists with a little pant, face flushed with anger. Our eyes lock and I feel the force of her raging emotions like a blow to the chest. It’s pissing her off that she wants me so much.
She grips the front of my shirt. “You’re an asshole.”
“Get used to it.”
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, Brooklyn, I plan to fuck the memory of every man you’ve ever had right out of you. Starting now.”
I reach between her legs. She’s soaked, her juices coating my fingers as I pump them into her. She bucks against me with a moan and palms the window to steady herself. I wrap my mouth around her nipples, sucking hard, one after the other, and then trail a line of kisses up her throat until I reach her lips again. All the while, I fuck her with my hand until she’s panting my name, completely helpless. She’s so slick, it’s running down my wrist.
“I thought about this last night,” I growl against her lips. “Thought about your sweet pussy so much I had to jack off just to get to sleep.”
“Luka,” she moans, head tilted back, eyes closed.
Her cunt swells around my fingers and a flame of satisfaction lights inside me. I use my thumb to stroke her clit while I thrust, her hips rocking against my hand as I work her, feeling her getting closer and closer to the edge. She’s taking me with her, but it’s not purely sexual. I’m tiptoeing around the rim of something I don’t understand—a longing, a need to have this every night. To be the only one who makes her feel like this.
Fuck.
“Listen to me, Brooklyn.” I flick my thumb over her swollen clit. She cries out, one arm locking around my neck in a death grip. “I’m gonna make sure you never think about another man when I’m fucking you.”
“Your ego would love that, wouldn’t it?” Her eyes flash.
Instead of answering, I lower the zipper on my pants and let my cock spring free.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” I challenge, pressing against her wet cunt.
She licks her lower lip with her tongue, and I lose any sense of self-control. Grabbing her hips, I spin her so she’s facing the window and then pull her smooth, firm ass back to me. I grab one perfect globe in my hand and then slap it hard enough that it will leave a mark. She gasps with pleasure but doesn’t resist—just pushes back against me, wanting more.
I smack her ass one more time, grab a handful of her silky hair, and nudge her legs farther apart before driving into her in one perfect, hard thrust. We both cry out and I swear I could explode already. She drives me insane, pushes me further than any woman ever has. The craving never goes away and I can’t get enough of her.
“No man has ever fucked you this good.” I pull her hair until her head snaps back. A hard tremble courses through her body, her pussy clamping hard around me as I jackhammer into her. “Whatever you were doing out in LA,whoeveryou were doing, I’m gonna make sure you can’t think about him while I’m inside you. I’m gonna fuck anyone else right out of you.”
She makes a desperate sound as she drives her hips back to meet my thrusts. I ram into her harder, harder, the burn of jealousy surprising me. All the tension and anger and worry of thinking about her being with Mateo or another man floods out of me as I ride her until we’re both strung tight.
“Luka, please.” Her soft, desperate plea drives me to finally push her over the edge. I reach around and stroke her clit as I increase my pace. It only takes seconds and she’s crying out with the force of her orgasm, her whole body tensing up as the climax slams through her. I lose control and come with her, pressing her into the glass with both hands until we finally go still.
Breathing hard. Sweaty. Lost in our own thoughts.
