Page 41 of Keep Me

A playful smirk tugs on her lips, but she quickly wipes it. Instead, she kicks off the pillar and closes the distance between us to only a few inches, her head tilting back so her nose doesn’t hit my chest. “Not from you.”

“Oh, that must be for me,” a catty voice says beside me and plucks the drink from Reggie’s hand. The immediate transformation on Reggie’s face from smug and flirty to cold-ass bitch is mesmerizing, and my chest inflates with hot air and makes my dick throb.

Her hand strikes out to wrap around Madison’s wrist holding the drink. Reggie speaks so calmly and low that she has to lean in to hear. “Mira, puta. I’ve disarticulated every joint in the human body. Take your hand off my drink or I’ll show you just how many joints there are in your hand.”

“Psycho bitch,” she hisses and drops the drink, spilling it all over the floor. “Leave my man alone.”

Reggie laughs. “Your man is fucking ravenous, and it’s not for what you’re serving. Your man would be on his knees for me in seconds, but when he’s with you, I bet you’re the only one on your knees.”

Her mouth hangs open, gobsmacked, then she turns to me with teary eyes. I push up my sleeves and shrug.

“Bu-But—”

She’s interrupted by Reggie. “I’ll be in your office waiting.” She bites her lip and lightly trails her fingers down the lapel of her jacket, brushing over her tits. Before she leaves, she turns to Madison. “Go find someone else’s leg to hump.”

A smug rush of victory blazes through me as I wave down a bouncer and flick my head toward Madison. “She’s done here.” I have more important things to attend to.2

I take my time walking to the office, savoring the sweet taste of anticipation before gratification. My hand hovers over the handle, my skin buzzing with what’s waiting for me on the other side.

Once I finally open the door and enter the room, I close the door behind me. The sound of the lock clicking into place feels like a bass drum in my gut. “Well, you got me here. Now what?” I ask Reggie, who’s standing confidently in the middle of the office. “Or do you just talk a big game?”

I push off the door, and she slowly swallows as I walk toward her. “I’m not the liar here.”

She takes a step back for every step forward I take until she hits the back wall, the energy crackling between us like two loaded weapons aimed at each other. “Are you giving me permission to touch you?” It comes out raspy and gritty, my dark desire eating me alive from the inside out.

“You know the rules,” she says breathlessly, lifting her chin. “No touching unless I’m in danger.”

I growl in warning. “You sure as fuck aren’t safe around me right now.” My hand, with its tendons flexed, reaches out for her, but stops half an inch from her cheek.

“Well, then…” She raises a brow in both a question and a challenge.

“Are you giving me permission to touch you?” I ask again, rougher, harsher. I glide my hand through the air, down her jaw and over her throat. My hand is vibrating with the need to close the distance, to feel her pulse under my palm.

“Is that what you want?” she breathes weakly, like my presence is a weight collapsing on her chest. “To touch me?”

“No.” I can’t help but scoff darkly, an evil chill in my tone. I coast my hand in the space between her neck and her shoulder, peeling the jacket back without touching her body. “I want my cock to be the only one filling you. I want my hands to be the only ones that know the feel of you. I want my teeth to be the only ones marking you…” The jacket slides off her shoulder, and I move to the other side, stopping to hover above her beating heart. “So, no, Cortez, I don’t want to touch you—I want to fuck you, own you, ruin you.”

With a final push, the blazer slips completely off her, pooling on the ground. Its absence bares her bronzed chest and shoulders and stomach and that goddamn tattoo that I’ve wanted to taste every second since I first saw it in the shower. Airy, little breaths punch from her lips. Her silence lights a flare inside my chest, making my blood burn hot and my control shred to nothing.

My hands shake with my thinning restraint, and I grab her by the belt loops, tugging her to me. “Give it to me before I snap and fucking take it.” She rolls her head to the side, as if my words physically rake against her skin.

Her pink tongue wets her lip, and then she says softly yet desperately, “Take it.” As if time had stopped moving and only began when she spoke, we erupt into action. I claw at her belt. She rips open the buttons on my shirt. My hands fight to be everywhere all at once. Tangled in her hair. Squeezing her ass. Tearing off her bra. Grabbing her throat. Each inch of her skin feels more electric than the next, and my body is humming with the need to taste the sparks.

I spin her around and push her against the wall, ripping her shorts and panties off in one harsh tug. Kneeling behind her, she gasps loudly as I palm her ass cheeks, spreading them and burying my face to lick her clit to taint. The groan that leaves me is unrecognizable. The sound of a new addiction forming.

“Let me in,” I growl, pulling her hips back and nudging her to spread her legs.

“Roan,” she whimpers, “You’re hurting me.”

The taste of her lust makes me delirious, and I don’t realize how hard I’m gripping her hips. “Good.” I tighten my hold. “You’re gonna be wearing my handprints tomorrow.”

I press harder, flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue. “Oh, fuck…” Her back arches as she moans loudly.

I rise to my feet and fist her long, dark hair to yank her head back. I drag my tongue up the side of her neck to the back of her ear in a long, hot, indecent stroke. My lips brush the shell of her ear. “Did you think I was going to be gentle?”

She keeps her hands firmly planted on the wall. “No.”

“Yet you still gave me permission to touch you?”

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