The next thing I knew, he was on me. I gasped as my back hit the elevator wall, his hands gripping my hips, his mouth crashing against mine like he was starved for it.
The kiss was urgent. Greedy. His hips rolled into me, and I whimpered at the feel of his thick, hard length pressing into my stomach.
“Fucking finally,” he muttered, teeth grazing my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. “I’ve been burning for you, Berry. Feels like a fucking disease.”
His words made my blood thrum. “Charming,” I managed to say as his fingers dipped inside the neck of my dress. “You really know how to make a girl feel special.”
He pinched my nipple and placed a kiss along my jaw. “You are special.” His hot breath brushed against my ear. “Your cunt might be the only cure.”
I moaned at the filth coming out of his mouth. I’d never been with a guy who talked like that, and I'd never expected how it would turn me on.
His lips moved to my neck, and his teeth scraped against sensitive skin. “Can’t fucking wait to be inside you.”
I was so ready. I wanted this man to do dirty, filthy things to me. Things I'd sometimes imagined, but had always been too shy, too scared, to mention to any of the boyfriends that I’d had.
With Romolo?
I wasn’t scared. The raw, carnal part of me I’d hidden away was ravenous for him. We only had tonight. There was no time to ease into it. No reason to hold anything back.
I wanted to be used. Spanked. Fucked so hard that every time I took a step for the next few days, I’d feel a twinge that reminded me of him.
It was depraved. It was unhinged.
And it had me soaking wet.
He carried me from the elevator to my door and made out with my neck while I fumbled for my key inside my purse.
“Faster,” he growled, voice thick with need.
“As if you’re not the reason I’m struggling,” I panted, finally closing my fingers around the keychain.
His hand cupped my breast.
I dropped the keys.
He made a low, frustrated noise, set me on my feet, and snatched the keys up himself.
The lock clicked open.
We stumbled inside.
I hung his coat on a hook while he ripped his mask off and threw it aside.
“Bedroom,” he said, obviously uninterested in familiarizing himself with where I lived. I didn’t blame him. I was so turned on that I felt like I was about to combust.
“Here.” I moved toward the bedroom door, feeling him close at my back.
The moment he saw the bed, he tossed me onto it. I barely had time to flick on the bedside lamp before he crawled on top of me and busied himself with the bodice of my dress, looking for a way to get it off.
“Buttons. On the back.”
He flipped me over like I was a doll and swore. “Mia, there’s a hundred of them.”
I giggled into the duvet. “Sorry.”
“I’ll rip it open.”
“Don’t you dare. I love this dress.”
