Page 75 of The Masks She Wore

?I took care of her needs one last time before leaving and she had gotten up an hour later, which had pushed my anger over the edge.

?Had she gotten up that morning, I would have fucked her until the second I had to board the plane, but here we were, three days later.

?My cock had been aching for days, the need for her pussy nearly overpowering.

?Ignoring me had been her first mistake.

?My obligations on this last assignment had been met, now I could focus every ounce of attention on her, and I doubted very much that she would continue to appreciate that in a few hours.

?I pulled up in front of her building and slid off.

?She slid down the bike, rubbing herself along the seat, whimpering that the vibrations had stopped.

?Fuck me.

?I hooked a finger under her helmet and pulled her off as if she were a dog on a leash.

?She came willingly.

?I released her helmet and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the doors as she pulled her helmet off and tightened her hand around mine.

?“Jack,” she whimpered.

?Fuck me.

?I hit the button on the elevator, and she curled herself around my arm, standing on her tiptoes, pulling my arm down, as if trying to get me to rub her soaking pussy.

?My knees weakened. She shouldn’t be allowed to have this amount of control over me. It should be a sin. I should condemn her to Hell for weaseling her way this deeply into my mind, yet here I was, on the verge of giving her everything she wanted right here in the lobby. I had more self-control than this. Far more.

?I slammed my hand against the button and the doors opened before us.

?I jerked her inside, hit the button for her floor and shoved her back against the far wall, her helmet falling to the ground. Pulling my helmet off, I tossed it to the floor alongside hers before sliding my hand around her throat and slamming my lips against hers fervently.

?Her lips parted, her tongue sliding hungrily against mine. She moaned, pushing herself into me, her nails digging into my scalp.

?My head spun at her pure, savage need for me. I groaned, pushing her back into the wall, squeezing my hand around her throat until she was forced to pull away.

?Rae panted, running her tongue over her bottom lip as she watched me, her eyes focused on my mouth. She wanted me so bad she couldn’t control herself.

?“You ignored me,” I growled.

?Her hands fell down my chest, pulling at my button-up shirt, my leather jacket around her. It made her look so fucking small. “I was embarrassed,” she revealed, her voice thick with lust.

?I slid my other hand against the wall above her head and leaned in, watching her melt before me. “You shouldn’t have ignored me, Princess,” I said, her eyes lifting back to mine.

?She nodded, panting, grinding her hips against mine. “I know,” she said, a smile flicking across her lips.

?The bitch was testing me. Pushing me, even in this state, to see how far she could go. She had no idea who I was. She had no idea what I did, no idea where I came from. She knew nothing and yet here she was, flaunting her body at me, begging to be railed.

?She fucked a guy in a mask and then agreed to his fucked-up idea of a vow, and that made me angry. It caused a rage to build under my skin because what if it had been someone else. What if it had been Azrael or that man from the party tonight? Would she have fucked anyone who did these things to her? Would she have let them claim her like I had claimed her?

?“I could fucking kill you,” I threatened, tightening my grip around her throat.

?Her cheeks were bright red, her eyes so black with lust, there was no amber left. “I know.”

?My heart was racing, my adrenaline spiking, my cock throbbing. Anyone else would have killed her. If my brothers had not been busy, it would be them standing right here. Azrael would have already killed her. Everett would have fucked her over and over and over again. Greyson would have had deep, emotional conversations with her.

?It made me sofuckingangry knowing that I had been one assignment away from never meeting her.

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