Page 99 of Where the Wind Whispers

“Fuck,” Kaz growled, his gaze narrowed and his hand shaking. “Was this what you fucking wanted from me, Violet? You wanted it like this, yes?”

Her scalp stung from the force he was using to keep her in place. His pace was brutal; he barely gave her time to breathe, and it felt like he went a little deeper with each thrust.

And even with that bite of pain, she still found herself enjoying it all.

Especially the way he looked above her, on his own edge of control, shaking, gritted teeth, and clenched muscles.

She couldn’t help the moan that bubbled its way out of her chest and spilled from her lips, reverberating against his cock as he fucked her mouth.

Harder, she wanted to tell him.

She didn’t care if he made it hurt—as long as it felt good to him.

Violet let her fingernails dig into his thighs, giving back just enough of that same sting and ache to him. It didn’t faze Kaz in the slightest; he just fucking laughed at her like he wanted more because it felt good.

So she did it again, harder the second time.

It was only when she felt that telltale tremor in his thighs did he pull back, his cock dragging against her teeth as he came free of her mouth.

“Get the fuck up,” he demanded, his hand tugging on her hair to get her to her feet.

Violet managed not to slip on the tile but barely.

And when she did get to her feet, he was shoving her around, forcing her back to his and then pushing her up on the small ledge in the shower.

Anticipation and the slightest bit of hesitation filled Violet.

He’d had that ledge put in for a reason. With their height difference, if he wanted to fuck her from behind while they were standing up, then she needed to be on something that gave her a few inches.

That ledge was it.

The ledge was a foot wide and about six inches high. It went around the whole shower like a step.

She barely got the chance to steady herself on the ledge before his hand was at the back of her throat, squeezing tight and pushing her head against the tile wall. She only had the chance to peek over her shoulder before he was pushing her face back against the wall, and a sting radiated over her thighs and between her legs. He’d ripped the lace panties right off, and all she could do was sigh. Violet’s hands splayed out on the cold, wet wall only a breath before Kaz’s cock was pressing between her thighs and pushing inside her pussy.

He didn’t give her any time to breathe—no chance to accommodate him or to make sure her body was ready for him. He just fucking pushed in, pulled out, and then slammed his hips into her ass hard enough to make her whimper.

“Jesus,” Violet mumbled.

“You wanted it, krasivaya.”

She did.

“Give it to me—make it fucking good.”

She was a little angry with him.

Pissed that he’d let himself get so entirely out of control that this was where they were left. Fucking against the shower wall because he was so angry that he didn’t even want her to look at him and she just needed to feel something from him for one goddamn second.

And she could feel everything.

He pulled her hair, making her whine.

His hand cracked down against her ass, making the pain bloom into something beautiful and raw.

She let her fingernails drag down his arms, leaving reddened marks behind as his teeth buried into her shoulder.

Fucking asshole, she told him.