Page 407 of Power Play

“Are you wet enough to take me?”

Defiance crossed her face. She brought one hand between her legs, gathered her own slickness on two fingers, and lifted them toward my mouth.

I caught her wrist without looking away and sucked both fingers between my lips. She tasted tart, sweet, and familiar enough to drag every dream I’d had about her into the room.

I released her wrist with a shove. “You’re soaked.”

I positioned myself between her thighs. Charm’s legs tightened around me as I drove inside her with one hard thrust. Her cry filled the kitchen, her hands clutching my shoulders while I buried myself completely.

There was no softness and no slow build. I set a furious pace that rocked her body against the cabinets with every drive of my hips. The countertop remained cold beneath her while her heat surrounded me, familiar enough to expose every lie I tried to tell myself.

It was only fucking. It meant nothing. I’d done this before and knew how to leave emotion out of it.

Every thought was bullshit.

Her body tightened around me, pulling me deeper while her nails scored the skin across my shoulders and back. Pain streaked through me, bright and welcome.

“¡Mierda!” I caught her hip and drove into her harder. “That’s it, mami. Make me bleed.”

One hand left her hip and wrapped into her hair, pulling her forward until her mouth crashed against mine. She bit my lip hard enough for me to taste blood, and I answered by driving into her with every ounce of fury inside me.

She didn’t retreat. Charm met me thrust for thrust, her hips rising to mine while her moans turned into ragged pleas.

“Make me come,” she gasped against my mouth.

“So fucking tight when you come on my cock.” My thumb found her clit and worked it in rough, frantic circles. “Do it. Come. This is what you wanted, right? My cock without my heart?”

The words did exactly what I intended. Her release tore through her, arching her back away from the counter before a raw cry left her throat. Her body clamped around me in hard waves, dragging me toward the edge with her.

Watching her come and feeling her body fight to hold me destroyed every pretense of detachment. Everything buried beneath the rage surged upward, demanding its place between us.

I wrapped one hand around her throat without squeezing. My thumb pressed into the hollow beneath her jaw, feeling her pulse hammer against my skin while I held her against my body.

“Fuck you!” The words tore from the most wounded part of me.

I drove into her one final time and held myself there while my release ripped through me. Rage, agony, loss, and a love twisted so tightly around pain that I couldn’t separate them poured into the moment.

My forehead dropped against her shoulder, and my body shuddered against hers. We remained tangled together while our breathing filled the kitchen, fused by sweat, spent fury, and the connection I couldn’t sever even after she broke it.

Charm rested her forehead against mine with her legs still locked around me, as though her body hadn’t understood what the rest of her already knew. My shirt hung open and torn beneath her fists. Her coat lay somewhere on the floor beside my jacket, her clothes were scattered between the island and the cabinets, and one of my hands remained wrapped around her thigh.

The fight had burned itself out, but everything beneath it remained.

Her mouth trembled against mine. I tasted blood when I breathed, and when she noticed the split in my lower lip, her eyes fixed on it. Her thumb lifted as though she meant to touch the place she’d bitten, but she stopped before reaching me.

I straightened and looked down. Finger-shaped marks were already darkening across her thighs, while more circled her hips beneath the hem of my jersey. They stood vivid against her skin, proof of how hard I’d held her while trying to fuck the love out of both of us.

My stomach turned.

“Charm.”

She followed my stare. For one awful second, neither of us spoke before I stepped away.

Her legs fell open when my body left them. Cold air rushed into the space between us, and she reached for the edge of the counter as though my movement had taken something solid with it.

I turned my back and wrenched the ruined shirt from my shoulders. One sleeve caught around my wrist, but I ripped my hand free and threw it toward the pile of clothes without looking.

Charm made a small sound behind me, and I closed my eyes.