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He huffed, minty breath on me, in my nose and mouth. “I could be your ticket to heaven.”
I paused at his words. Confliction was only the beginning of this thing we had. It was messy and fucked up. It was dysfunctional. And it was comfortable to me somehow.
“Prove it,” I demanded, bracing myself for the fall.
For the flight.
He growled, slamming his lips on mine. The kiss wasn’t slow or sweet or even passionate. It was angry and hateful and devouring. It was an atomic bomb destroying everything in its path. It was ripping skin and metallic saliva in my mouth. God, he was going to annihilate me.
When he pulled back, his face flushed with lust and intoxication, he said, “Once I prove it, there’s no going back. So, if you want out, you better tell me right fucking now.”
Breathless, I lolled my head back, my eyes closing. “I don’t want to go back.”
The zipper of my shorts tore through the air, and the release of the material left me completely exposed. No panties underneath to protect me from him. He growled at the sight, his fingers dancing to the apex of my thighs, running over my swollen skin.
I cried out. My arousal had me by the throat.
“Did you not wear panties for me?” His question was a demand, an accusation.
“Yes.” I gasped. “I haven’t worn panties since that night you turned me away.”
“Did you want to seduce me?” He clenched his jaw.
“I wanted you to beg.” The words were foreign from my lips, but my thoughts were on point. I loved how I could say the words flittering in my mind to Ursin. I could tell this man anything, and he wouldn’t snuff me out.
“I’m not begging now, am I?” He lifted me up against the door, my legs wrapped around his waist, tender flesh rubbing against the smooth fabric of his trousers.
“You don’t have to,” I said, moving my hands to his belt. I wanted this more than I wanted anything. I wanted Ursin to be my first. And dare I say, I wanted him to be my last because I had no doubt he’d ruin me for other men.
He aided my clumsy fingers, and with one hand, he released his belt, and the clank of the metal buckle hit the tiled floor. The one sound sobered me out of the drunk state I was in. I knew what was happening—I’d instigated it. But this was real. The part of me I held so tight, so sacred, I was handing over to Ursin. Mr. Miller. My teacher. The man who put my father in prison for life.
But I wasn’t conflicted at all, then. I was clear it was him. He was always going to be the one to take my innocence away.
Our eyes met, hazy and lust-filled. A single act would change us both forever. And he pressed his erection against me, moving between my folds. I gasped at the sheer prowess, the magnitude of him moving over me, just teasing what was to come.
“God, you’re…” I couldn’t find the words.
“I know.” He groaned. “It’s going to hurt you.”
“The best things do.” I bit my lip. I was ready.
Ursin pinned my eyes and drove into me, tearing through the resistance of my never having been touched by a man. And though I wanted to keep my eyes steady on his, the mesh of feelings—physical and emotional—forced my eyes shut.
I wanted to scream out from the pain, but nothing came out. I was rendered silent, stunned by the intrusion.
“Goddamn, Minx.” Ursin could barely say the words. “You feel so fucking good. I … I can’t ever explain this to you. Words don’t suffice what I feel.”
“Don’t try. Just make me yours.” I whimpered, feeling the hardwood against my back with each drive of Ursin’s powerful hips.
“You’ve been mine, Minx. Now you know for certain I’m not going anywhere.”
It was exactly what I needed to hear. He may not think that once I told him everything I knew about our fathers. And now, I had to tell him. I had no choice.
Chapter Fourteen
Ursin Miller
Did I ever think I could be happy? Really happy? No. Who did? Especially in my line of work. I looked down at Anya, my Anya, who, after a week of consummating our relationship, made me feel I finally achieved the state that eluded me for much of my life, especially after my father was murdered.
