Page 5 of Toxic Things I Love About You

This ride was forever long. Stupid high-rises had me over this charade. Deep inside, I’d really hoped he’d catch wind of this engagement with someone who wasn’t him. I hadn’t realized that it would work so well, nor how much I hated the thought of what would have happened if it hadn’t worked. There was no chance I would tell him how proud I was that Roman Demarco was very good at semi-stalking me.

“Well, I feel like I need specifics and all with you proposing and then breaking your promise. Now let’s get back to this owning thing. Did I give you the impression I could be owned? Are we talking about tattooing your name all over my pussy with your dick? Or like a collar with a charm that saysreturn to surly grumpy prick.”

Oh, the tick was more prominent and his breathing against my cheek told me exactly what I wanted to know. He was pissed.

The elevator stopped, and the doors opened with a ding. Even with my heels, he was still tall, making it easy to duck under his arm and I was on my way out.

“Thanks, elevator dude, for nothing. Maybe choose your friends a little better before I use my purse poison on you.”

The gentleman didn’t even crack a smile, and I wasn’t joking, so it was fine. It was fine as I walked out onto the concrete deck of the underground parking garage and had no car to go to. It was fine that my soundtrack was the click-clack of my heels for all of five steps before a massive hand was about my waist. The hand was familiar. The way he pulled me into him as he yanked us into a dark little nook down here spiked the beat of my heart even if I wanted to pretend like he had no effect on me.

“They really need to consider the safety in this place better.”

There was no fighting him as he held my backside to him. His hand slithered up to my neck, pulling the back of my head to his chest. I couldn’t see him, but I felt him shift, I could feel the wisps of hairs near my temple move as he breathed.

“Why do you test my patience, Butterfly?”

His hand was just tight enough around my neck that he could feel me swallow. I was sure of it. He could also feel the moan that I tried to stifle as I rubbed my ass against the thickness behind those expensive pants of his.

“Is that what you want? My cock?”

He pushed me forward an inch or a foot. Who cared, but my breasts pressed against the concrete wall. His hand released my neck only to wrap his fingers over one wrist and then the other. He stretched me as he pulled my hands over my head against the same wall chilling my chest.

“Is that all I am to you?”he asked.

How could I answer when he taunted me with his pelvis against me and it didn’t matter how many layers were in this dress. I would know that thickness anyway.

“God yes.”

A sizzle of heat lit up my body as he growled at me and for crap’s sake, that sound ignited an inferno within me and a desperation to be touched.

The dress slid over my calves, up my thighs, as he pulled the fabric up.

His fingers slid over my skin, over the backs of my thighs, over my exposed ass, up my hip. The thin string that had held up my panties snapped, and then I felt him tug them to rip the other. I didn’t need them anyway.

My cheek was cold against the wall, but fuck if I wasn’t burning alive. How long had it been since he’d talked to me? How long had it been since I’d seen his face not in a magazine naming him the most eligible bad boy?

“Fuck you, Emilee, for ruining every other fucking pussy out there for me.”

Before I could breathe, he kicked my legs wide and slipped two fingers into my throbbing cunt. From this angle his fingers found a different rhythm, new ways to push my buttons. He was aggressive, angry, and the rough owning demeanor had that desire sparking alive.

A second later, he dropped my wrists, freeing his hand to snake around my hips. The pressure on my clit was all I needed to come undone.

His fingers left me, and I cried out.

“What the—”

I was cut off. He spun me around, claimed my lips in a bruising kiss, and lifted me. I pawed at my own skirt, pulling it up around my waist. Desperation fueled every movement. Somehow he freed himself, and my hips bucked against the pressure as he plunged his thick, hard cock inside me in one quick and brutal thrust.

I wasn’t even done coming as the walls of my core clenched and pulled from him as he fucked me hard and fast and had my orgasm rolling into another. Breathing was optional, and I would gladly give up the air to feel this over and over again.

He pulled his lips away. His fingers dug into the skin of my ass as he captured my eyes in an intense stare. My heart raced, my lungs burned, my fingers clenched around his shoulders, and he fucked me harder and harder. The sounds of every breath echoed off our little hiding place. My whimpers grew louder and louder until his hand was over my mouth and I was coming again, and then, as he took me one last time on a punishing thrust, he let himself come.

I could feel the warmth of him spill inside me and I could feel my own body squeezing around him like I wanted every last bit of him. He was mine. No one else’s.

So I bit his hand, and he flinched away.

“What the fuck was that for?” His words were breathless.

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