Page 66 of Diamond In The Rough

“You’re a threat to my sanity. To my personal well-being.”

He suckles on my breast, and pleasure comes right back, shoving fear aside and leaving me breathless as he presses his hardened length against my core.

“You might be my undoing,” he admits. “First woman I’ve ever considered my equal adversary.”

“Pretty sure that’s not a compliment.”

He switches breasts as he chuckles, the soft air of his laugh chilling my pebbled peak. “I guess we’ll see when the time comes.” He opens my legs wide, running his palms along my thighs and teasing the very apex of my core. “If we’re alive at the end of this, then I guess we’ll both have been wrong about each other.”

“And if we’re not alive?” I frantically search for air. For my own sanity. For a little of the common sense I know dwells somewhere deep in my psyche. “If it turns out we were wrong?”

“Then we’ll fuck in Hell, too.” He sneaks two thick fingers through the gap in my shorts and fills my pussy until I cry out, an involuntary scream escaping my throat and leaving it raw. But I ride his hand, quivering from his touch, and fire burning in my veins because I know this is wrong.

So very, very wrong.

Yet, I don’t stop; I merely slam my eyes closed.

If I don’t see him, then I’m not fucking a criminal.

If I don’t look into his eyes, then he could be any other random guy I’ve met around this city. One of the four billion that doesn’t benefit from the proceeds of crime.

“Nope.” He steals his touch from my body, and grins when my eyes whip open in search.

Bringing his hand up, he places his fingers between my lips and pushes my jaw up until I close my mouth around the digits and taste my own pleasure on my tongue.

“You’re here with me, Tiia Hale.” He plays with my tongue, fingering the swollen tastebuds until I moan. “You don’t get to run away and pretend I’m someone else, just to make yourself feel better.”

“Micah—”

“Exactly. Micah. That’s who you’re with right now.” He drags his hands down my body and grabs my hips, his movements too quick, his intentions unpredictable. Then he picks me up and sets my feet on the floor.

I sway, my brain trying desperately to catch up, but my blood and my intellect swirl somewhere in the region of my crotch.

“Down.” He sets his hand on my shoulder and pushes, so I have to choose: either I fight him… or I submit.

And damn us both to Hell and back, because I bend my knees and lower to the floor.

“Keep your eyes open, Tiia Hale. I want you to see me when you suck my cock.”

“You don’t have to be so arrogant about it.”

But do I deny us?

No.

Do I tell him to leave?

Also no.

I drag the unfastened belt from his pants and drop the leather until the steel buckle hits my floor with a clang. Then reaching up and drawing the zipper down, I admit he’s right about my body.

About my pussy tightening in search of him. About my entire being, waiting for fulfillment.

“You don’t like being the submissive, do you?” He fastens his hand in my hair and tugs until it hurts my scalp. He drags me back, even as I lower his pants, and grins when our eyes meet. “You’re quite the alpha in your pack, huh? Always wanting to be in control. Completely unable to take a back seat to someone else.”

“Says the guy who held a knife to my throat simply because I existed, and pushed me down to suck your cock to feed your ego.”

“My ego?” He strokes my cheekbone with the pad of his thumb, tender and sweet, despite the savage energy pulsing throughout my kitchen. “Or your clenching cunt, just begging me to have you?”

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