Page 76 of Wreck Me

My body was buzzing at his mere presence, at him getting up so close and crowding me against the bathroom wall.

Even just touching my lip, the sensual glide alternating with the harshness sent zaps of pleasure straight to my core.

“Sebastian,” I breathed, sinking against the wall. “You can’t just—”

“Can’t just what?” he said in that sexy husky voice. “Take what’s mine?”

He wrapped his hand around my throat, stroking the pulse point with his thumb and sending crazy mixed messages to my brain and body.

His eyes dropped to my left arm, the scars there, for a moment, and I saw curiosity spark. I winced internally, hating it. I couldn’t let him voice his questions. I couldn’t.

So I squirmed against him and rasped against his constricting grip, “I’m not yours.”

“Say that again when you’re not allowing this to happen and sinking into it all instead. Sinking into my touch.”

Son of a bitch.

The corner of his mouth turned up when I didn’t respond to deny it.

With his free hand, he trailed his fingers over the fading marks he’d left on my skin in the fight club bathroom. “I can see them now without all that makeup you buried them beneath. Mmm, my marks look good on you, beautiful.”

He released me abruptly, but it was only to shrug off his hoodie, then pull his tee over his head, baring his sculpted torso in all its glory.

He stroked his fingers over his own skin, specifically the scratches and bites all over his throat and chest. “Your marks look hella good on me too.” His hooded eyes zoned in on mine. “Don’t you agree?”

I winced and swallowed down the uncomfortable realization he was clearly trying to elicit in me, telling him instead, “I did that in a burst of mindlessness.”

“Not mindlessness,” he said, reaching out and cupping my breasts. I squirmed against the wall as he kneaded them and brushed his thumbs over my nipples roughly at the same time. God. “That was you raw, Skylar. All annoying walls of yours down. No denial, just absolute, unfiltered honesty.”

“What do you want from me?” I demanded, hating that my voice came out unsteady, affected by his torment of my breasts. Hell, that was just for starters. His overwhelming presence, what it brought out in me… it was getting harder and harder to deny any of it, to make myself deny it.

“Like I told you before… every fucking thing. But for now, you’re gonna admit that you want me.”

One hand left my breasts and trailed down my body and then he had me jolting as he dragged his fingers through my folds. “I mean, your tight little cunt is already singing my praises and weeping for me, but I want your mind too. I want to hear it. Preferably in that hot-as-sin raspy sex voice of yours.”

He pushed two fingers into me and had my eyes rolling back in my head as he curled them, stroking my walls with a sensuality that made my toes curl. “Oh, God,” I gasped.

“God? Nah, we both know I’m your psycho, hmm?”

“Sebastian, I—ah!”

He started pounding into me like a fucking jackhammer, hitting that sweet spot dead on each time, blinding pleasure assaulting every part of me.

He did it over and over and over until I was a blithering mess, panting, crying out and bucking at the brutal bliss he was dragging out of me.

“Better yet, I’m gonna have you admitting it as I make you shatter all over my fingers.”

He finger-fucked me like the merciless beast that he was, pounding so hard and rapid-fire that I almost saw freaking stars. But the last thing I wanted was for him to stop. It was taking me higher and higher. I was panting and then clawing at the wall behind me.

He bit down on my nipple and I screamed out, the primal cry echoing off the bathroom walls and driving it home in an inescapable way just how deeply he was getting to me, how he could play my body and take me to heights I hadn’t even thought possible.

He withdrew them roughly, then twisted them back inside in a toe-curling corkscrew motion.

“Ah, fuck!” I cried, grabbing at his nape, jerking him down to me, needing him to anchor myself through the violent storm of pleasure descending on me.

He kissed my neck, then nibbled and slicked his tongue over my skin, a gentle and almost tender tease that contrasted sharply with what he was doing to my pussy. It was one hell of a mind-fuck that I couldn’t begin to wrap my head around.

That I didn’t want to.

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