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“I mean, if that’s all you think I’m doing, then I should use you to make myself feel better. Right here. Right now. Because I’ll feel good, Adriana. I’ll feel so fucking good.”

“Go fuck yourself!” she yelled, stepping back until there was nowhere left to go. She was trapped, her back pressed against a bookcase as tall as the ceiling. Her eyes lowered, and I wasn’t sure if she knew whether it was out of fear or anticipation.

“Look at me.”

She pushed her hand out in a weak attempt at stopping me. “Don’t.”

“I said, look at me.” She did, those damn gold flecks as electric as the sun. “No one decides what I want for me, Adriana. If I want these,” I pulled down the top of her shirt along with her bra and exposed her breasts, cupping them in my hands. “I’ll have them.” I ran my thumbs over her puckered nipples. She was so damn tempting. Leaning down, I took one in between my teeth, biting down gently as I sucked.

“Ah, shit!” Adriana went off like a firework, grabbing handfuls of my hair as she moaned.

But I wasn’t done. Dislodging her hold, I shifted her wrists into one hand and held them over her head. “If I want this,” I said, daring her to look away as I released the button on her shorts and dove a hand inside. “I’ll have it.” As soon as my finger slipped in between her wet folds, her mouth dropped open in a wordless whimper. I allowed a cruel smile just before sinking it deep inside her.

Jesus fuck, I was getting off just on the sounds she was making. She was up on her toes, grasping for purchase onto books and then tossing them off the shelf as her moans became more frantic. She begged for mercy, but I wasn’t letting up for shit. Her pleasure was mine, and I was taking it.

The minute she cried out my name, it was like a symphony in my ear. Tired of not seeing all of her, I pulled my hand out and tugged both her shorts and panties down her legs in one hard jerk. Her eyes went a little unfocused, and I watched curiously as she lifted a shaking hand toward my pants. My cock was hard enough to cut steel, but I was trying to prove a point, and coming in her hand didn’t support it.

I grabbed her wrist and held it between us. She blinked in surprise, but I didn’t waver. “Both hands on the shelf and don’t let go.” Once she reached behind her and held on, I soaked in the control I’d commanded, taking my time unzipping my pants. Her eyes followed my every move, so once I had them pushed over my hips along with my boxers, I stroked myself, letting her get a good look at what had already claimed her.

“If I want this inside you,” I growled, stroking harder. “I’ll fucking have it.”

She groaned and licked her lips.

“So don’t fucking tell me what I do or don’t want. I don’t take orders.” She expected me to take her against the bookshelf, but this was my show, and I was the goddamn ringmaster. Turning around slowly, I walked to the oversized chair in the corner and sat down. “I also don’t feel like chasing you tonight. So, if you want me, you’re going to have to come over here and work for it.”

I fully expected her to flip me off and walk away. To my surprise, she released the shelf and stumbled toward me, blinking as if not sure what to do next. The power fucked with my head, and I was half tempted to tell her to get on her knees and wrap those smartass lips around my dick, but that wasn’t what I really wanted.

I wanted her to own this fucked up thing between us.

“Tick tock, Adriana. Are you going to show me you know how to fuck a man, or do I do as you asked, and go fuck myself?”

A fire ignited in her eyes so intense I almost lost control. Adriana braced a hand on the arms of the chair and knelt on either side of my thighs. She didn’t say anything. She just held my gaze and reached between us, wrapping her hands around my cock and circling the head around her entrance until I thought my eyes were going to roll back into my head. I gritted my teeth, forcing myself not to grab her by the hips and impale her.

Sweat beaded across my forehead as she teased me by sliding down a few inches before lifting back up. I bit my lip so hard I drew blood, five seconds away from throwing her on the floor when she sank down slowly, and I slipped fully into her wet heat.

All the air sucked out of my lungs in one breath.

Holy fucking hell.

She shifted her hands, gripping the back of the chair behind my head as she lifted her body up and down so agonizingly slow, I swore I was losing my mind. We were nose to nose. My eyes dimmed. My hearing muddled. My insides twisted.

But damn, could I feel.

Adriana’s pace picked up, her body rising and falling with frantic speed. It wasn’t enough. Giving up, I dug my fingers into her hips and lifting her up, I pulled her down rough and hard on my cock. Over and over, we worked in tandem, her riding me on top as I pumped my hips from the bottom.

Faster. Harder. Deeper.

My balls tightened, and the pressure built to the point that I knew if we didn’t stop now, I’d come inside her again. I opened my mouth to tell her to slow down when she came.

Hard.

Her hands dove into my hair, her eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth dropped open as her body spasmed, wave after wave claiming her and dragging her under. The violent contraction gripped my dick like a vice, and I came with a roar, my hands holding her hips down until I had nothing left.

We sat there, stunned as we gasped for air. Adriana was still holding the back of my head when we opened our eyes. Her long eyelashes fluttered as we sat there, pressed together from our foreheads to our noses to our mouths.

Our open mouths.

Stealing breath and flirting with danger.

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