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“Scars don’t scare me, Vix.” My eyes flutter closed when his thumb brushes the top of it, so light. “They only show me how strong you are. Though, I already knew that.” I lean against him, feeling the way his hold on me shifts, hands inching lower. “How often have you thought of me touching you like this?”

Too much. Far too often.

“I’ve thought of you damn near every night. Your soft flesh, your warm blood, how good you would feel wrapped around my cock.” His knuckles brush over my thigh, causing my breath to hitch. His voice is so low I almost don’t recognize it.

“Rhenn,” I beg.

He lets out a low tsk. “No talking, Vixen. Not until you have nothing left but screams. Only then can you say my name.”

Fingers glide between my legs, so close to the place I desperately need him, then he pulls away.

“Over there.” Rhenn nods to our right. “Spread your hands on the desk.”

I do as he asks, leaning over the cool wood so I’m on display for him. I feel his eyes on me, devouring me just like his mouth did. It sends a shiver down my spine.

I wait there, needing his hands to explore me again. I want his lips, his tongue, even his teeth.

“You come into my world just to torture me? Just to make me hate you more?” There’s a groan so carnal and deep in his words. All I want is him near me again. I want to feel him.

“Rhenn…” It comes out as a whimper. The aching between my legs is almost unbearable, and I need something, anything, to alleviate it. I reach down, rubbing my fingers over myself. He doesn’t stop me. He doesn’t say anything, so I glance over my shoulder, heart pounding when I see the drunken lust filtering through his hooded eyes. Rhenn watches me like he’s a man starving, like I’m not only his thing to torment, but his deepest desire.

“Don’t say my fucking name like that.” He takes a step closer, grabbing his length between his fingers, slowly stroking with one hand. The other snakes around my wrist, forcing it back to the desk’s top. “It’s already hard enough knowing what you taste like. I can’t also know how you feel.”

“Please.” I arch my back, desperate for him to make me feel. Good from his body or bad from his words. It doesn’t matter. I just need him.

“What do you want?” he growls, teasing my entrance with the pad of his thumb. “You want my fingers?” He slips one inside me, gradually pressing it in and out. “Or do you want my cock?”

I moan, struggling to keep from shaking. His words strike like a hurricane, dangerous and eternal.

Rhenn drags his thumb over my clit, rubbing and coaxing, and holy fuck. He bites down on my shoulder, and I suck in a ragged breath. “Cock,” I choke. Fuck me so I can get you out of my system. Fill me with thoughts of you to rid myself of thoughts of him.

Rhenn leans over me, his hardness pressing against my ass as he adds a second finger. “Think carefully about what you’re asking, Vixen. Once I’m inside you, I’m not going to stop. In fact, I’m liable to stay there forever.”

My hand moves without permission, reaching behind me. There’s a pause in my chest when I take him in my grip, feeling how very much of him there is. I let my fingers trace over his length, relishing in the smoothness beneath my touch. He’s like sculpted stone, carved for pleasure, or perhaps molded for pain.

Rhenn stills almost completely. His warm breath fans over my back, creating shivers which melt into my bones.

I stroke him slowly, working up the courage to cross this very solid line. I’m terrified, both of him and for what this will mean going forward. Maybe nothing. Maybe I let him fuck me and tomorrow we go back to resenting one another.

Is that what I want? It should be.

I swirl my index finger across his velvety head, my pulse spiking when I feel the wet spot at his tip.

It happens without thought, bringing my hand to my mouth so I can lick the drop of precum from myself, tasting him. Musk and salt and everything manly. I moan, sucking his earthy flavor from my finger until there is nothing left.

Rhenn’s eyes are dark as he watches me. “Fucking hell.” His mouth is there, capturing mine with a teasing nip against my bottom lip. The kiss is heavenly, a lingering combination of arousal, both his and mine, mixing beautifully on our tongues. “You’ve never been with my kind before,” he murmurs, placing his palm on the edge of the desk. “It’s going to hurt.”

Rhenn positions between my thighs. He glides himself against me, preparing me for how thick he is. I instinctively pull away when he notches at my entrance, letting out a sharp gasp. He hadn’t even pushed in yet, but I can tell he isn’t going to fit.

“Wait…” Heat surges beneath my skin. His presence is binding, stealing the oxygen from my lungs while also breathing new life into me. It’s enough to make my head spin and my thighs clench.

“Shh,” Rhenn hums near my ear. The sound reverberates down my spine, forcing extra moisture to build at my core. “You can take it.” He nudges forward, just an inch, then lets out a shallow exhale behind me. “You’re making me break all my rules, stray.” His voice is so different from what I’m used to, low and gravelly. He presses deeper, slowly feeding me more and more until I’m completely filled. It’s too much. It’s pain and it’s pleasure all in one. “Why the hell did it have to be you?”

I don’t have a chance to adjust to the sudden fullness, or even ask what he means, because he shoves in again, stretching me more than anyone ever has.

It isn’t soft or passionate, but filled with hate and anger. The desk shakes beneath me, slamming against the wall with every thrust.

My breathing is harsh and unmeasured. Still, he pushes harder, like he’s punishing me for not leaving, taking all his frustration out on my body. I press myself against him, needing to meet his fire as we move together, taking what we want from the other.