Page 4 of Toxic

I’ve spent so long feeling invisible, unwanted. But here, now, under Hawk’s burning gaze, I feel like the most desirable woman in the world.

I blush, my body heating with embarrassment and arousal. Seemingly satisfied, he sits in a chair several steps across from me, his legs spread wide, and beckons me forward with a crook of his finger.

“Crawl to me, sweetheart,” he orders, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

I drop to my hands and knees, the cool temperature sending shivers up my arms. I crawl to him, my eyes locked onto his, and I’m shocked to find that I love it. I love the way he’s looking at me like he wants to devour me whole. I love the way my body responds to his commands.

I reach him, my hands resting on his knees, and he leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. “Undress me, Devin,” he growls, sending another shockwave of desire through me.

My hands tremble as I unbutton his shirt, exposing his muscular chest. Wow. He looks even better than I could have imagined.His massive arms make my throat dry.

Next, I unbuckle his belt, my fingers fumbling with the zipper of his pants. He lifts his hips, allowing me to pull them down along with his boxers, freeing his cock.

It’s hard and thick, standing at attention. This is my first time seeing a man naked, in person. I should be embarrassed but I’m too caught up in the moment. He’s beautiful. All strength. My body aches with desire. I want him inside me, filling me, claiming me. I want him to make me his. I’ve never felt these emotions for anyone else. Ever.

Hawk Rivers is my birthday present, and I can’t wait to unwrap him.

Hawk’s hands grip my waist, and with an effortless show of strength, he lifts me onto his lap like I weigh nothing. I gasp as he settles me on top of him, my pussy grinding down on his hardness.

A low moan escapes his lips, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “Fuck, Devin,” he growls, his hands tightening on my hips. “I can’t wait to stretch you out. To make you mine.”

His words are filthy, wrong, but they turn me on even more. I roll my hips, coating his cock with my wetness, my breath hitching as the head of his cock brushes against my clit.

He leans in, his lips brushing against my neck and he sucks on my throat. I moan his name. He bites hard and then sucks again. I dig my nails into his shoulders, wanting to keep him close. Another bite and suck. My body is on fire. He continues to lick, suck and bite my throat and shoulders, leaving his mark as he goes. “Has anyone else had you, Devin?” he murmurs, his voice dark and possessive.

I shake my head, a moan escaping my lips as I continue to grind against him. “No,” I gasp.

He pulls back, his gray eyes locking onto mine, intense and demanding. “Keep it that way,” he orders, his voice leaving no room for argument.“I’m the only one who will touch you.”

Before I can respond, he grips my hip with one hand, using the other to guide his cock to my entrance. He rubs the head against my wetness coating himself in my desire before slowly sinking me onto his cock.

I cry out as he fills me, stretching me wide. He’s so big, and for a moment, I can’t breathe. He pinches one of my nipples, rolling it between his fingers, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. “Take it all. Take every inch.”

He helps me roll my hips, his hands guiding me as I slowly adjust to his size. The whole time he grunts at words that make me even wetter. “You’re so fucking tight, Devin,” he groans. “So fucking wet. You love this, don’t you? You love having me buried deep inside you.”

I nod, my breath coming in short gasps as I continue to ride him. He’s stretching me, filling me, and it feels so fucking good. I can feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein as he slides in and out of me.

He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re mine now, Devin,” he growls.

Once I’m stretched around him, his hips move with a force that leaves me breathless. “You’re so good, Devin,” he moans. “Riding me like you were made for it. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? You’re going to come all over my cock.”

His words push me over the edge, and I cry out, my body convulsing as I come hard around him. One of his hands grips my throat tightly while the other squeezes my ass cheek to the point of pain. Then he smacks my ass, the sharp sting sending another wave of pleasure through me. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he groans, the hand around my throat squeezing. “Come for me. Make a mess all over my cock.”

He swells inside me, growing even harder. He leans in, his lips brushing against mine, his breath hot on my face. “I’m going to fill you up, Devin,” he growls. “You’re mine now. Mine.”

With a final thrust, he buries himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he comes. The hand around my throat squeezes at the same time his other hand grips my hair painfully and brings my face into his for a hard kiss. He comes inside me, filling me, marking me, claiming me. I collapse against him, my body spent, my breath coming in ragged gasps. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly, his cock still buried deep inside me.

“Happy birthday, Devin,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly.

Hawk Rivers has claimed me, and even if it’s just for today, I am his.

THREE

SIX YEARS LATER

The ballroom of the West family’s flagship hotel pulses with opulence and power, a gilded cage for the city’s elite. Crystal chandeliers cascade from the vaulted ceiling, their light fracturing into a thousand glittering points across the sea of designer gowns and tailored suits.

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