Page 25 of Wreck Me

And now, him doing this, it was such a sudden and shocking thing out of literally nowhere, that it was bringing it all surging to the surface without giving me a second to think, to be able to take a beat, snatch hold of it and shove it back down again.

He smirked when I didn’t say a word. “Yeah, there it is. I fucking well knew it.” He drew the blade down over my clavicle, to the tops of my breasts.

God.

“You’re panting, beautiful.”

“You’re threatening me with a knife.”

“That’s not why. Like I said, it’s not fear. It’s something a lot more interesting, something deliciously twisted and depraved.” He nipped at my ear. “Just. Like. You.”

He trailed the knife along the bust of my shirt, back and forth, the threat of dipping beneath undeniably clear and fucking brazen.

“Son of a bitch,” I gritted out, hating that my words came out all breathy and affected.

“Look at you trying to fight it. Trying to fool me and yourself into believing you’re a good girl. Something mundane and not of special note, not worthy of attention from the likes of me and my boys.” He nipped my ear again, then licked the spot right after, his tongue tracing a warm, wet path back and forth across my throat, even as his knife still teased me. “But you are, Skylar. You fucking are. I can feel it from you. And this pathetic denial, this holding back, isn’t doing you any favors. Believe me, it’ll just get a whole lot worse. I’ll make sure of it.”

Indignation, sexual frustration he was pushing to its limits, and a whole lot of rage I’d been holding at bay slammed into one another with mind-bending force, creating a cataclysm of an emotional reaction that burst out of me, shattering my good sense to fucking pieces.

I dislodged the knife from his grip with two quick moves, tossed it into the wall to my left where it embedded firmly, and then I snagged his wrist and spun him around.

As he jarred against the door, I fisted my free hand in his shirt, pinning him there and snarling in his fucking smarmy, know-it-all face.

His gaze darted to the knife I’d tossed into the wall, then to my fist in his shirt, the corner of his mouth turning up. “Impressive.”

“You shouldn’t be impressed, you fucking psycho!” I hissed, jerking him to me by my hold on him, then slamming him back against the wall.

“Psycho, yeah, now we’re getting somewhere,” he said, his pearly-white teeth baring in a part-smile, part-snarl. “You feel it from me, the same twisted thing that’s in you. It’s calling to you, isn’t it? I can see it in your eyes, feel it all fucking over you. You want to tear it from me and haul it up against yours, have them fuck up each other in the sickest fucking ways until there’s nothing left of either, just for the wicked thrill of basking in all that devastation.”

Fuck.

His words… the way he was looking at me, his hellfire eyes blazing into me and threatening to decimate me down deep… it had my rage colliding with something just as dangerous and unhinged—animalistic passion.

The kind that knew no bounds.

The kind that ripped right through everything.

All reason. All sense of self-preservation.

All barriers fucking well down.

The next thing I knew, I was digging the fingers into his nape and jerking him down to me, forcing his mouth to mine.

The moment our lips collided, an explosion of passion detonated from both of us.

The kiss was hard, angry, desperate. All bruising lips and gnashing teeth.

A red-haze of need engulfed me and I was thrusting my tongue into his mouth. He met me right away, giving it right back to me and creating what could only be described as a violent ravaging. He fisted his hand in the back of my hair, trying to angle me in a dominant move, but I was there tugging at his short tufts of hair too, then digging my nails into his scalp.

“Fuck, woman,” he growled, ripping his mouth from mine, a second before he grabbed my thighs and slammed me against him.

He spun us around and shoved me up against the wall right beside the knife.

He rolled his hips roughly, pulling a moan from me as I felt every hard inch of him grinding against my pussy through my leather pants.

I undulated against him, ramping up the friction, pleasure sparking everywhere, taking my body hostage in the most engulfing way, threatening to devastate every part of me.

A sexy throaty groan from him had my core clenching.

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