Page 72 of Dining for Love

I do as he commands, and then he snaps, pounding into me.

“Yes, yes,yes,Reid, oh please don’t stop, please, please, please,” I chant, unable to do anything but take it as he thrusts into me over and over.

He pulls out and turns me around, and I meet his eyes for thefirst time in what feels like hours. It’s like coming home. The green depths are unfathomable, swirling with lust and something else. There’s a part of him I can’t reach right now, something dark and feral, but it doesn’t scare me.

“Give it to me, Reid,” I say, finally brave enough to take whatever darkness he has. “I want it.”

His eyes flash. “Jump.”

I do it, wrapping my legs around his hips as he pushes back into me. We groan in unison as he locks us into position, my back against the wall, my heels digging into the top of his ass, as he pounds into me.

It’s not pretty. It’s not romantic. It’s animalistic and angry and brutal and I. Love. Every. Bit. Of. It. “More,” I urge, my breath coming in hot pants. “Give me more.”

He growls, his palms gripping my shoulders for leverage as he thrusts in.

“More, Reid!”

“Fuck!” he yells, turning and dropping me onto the bed. “Turn over. All fours. Now.”

I do it as he lowers himself to his knees. He slides in. “Chest down.”

I obey once again and am rewarded as he yanks my hips to his, his fingers pressing into my flesh so hard that I’m bound to have bruises.

The orgasm builds slowly this time, coming from deep inside me. “Reid,” I groan, my voice something I don’t even recognize. “I need this, need you, don’t stop.”

“Fuck, Willa, you’re everything,” he pants behind me. “So tight. Come for me, baby. I need you to come.”

I feel my walls start to clench, and I give myself over. The pleasure crests as I yell into the mattress, unable to do anything but sob that I’m coming as his grip tightens even further, his own orgasm hitting him right along with mine.

He roars behind me, pounding faster and faster, then stillingas he throbs inside me.

We breathe.

I release my grip on the sheets.

His forehead touches my back, then he kisses my spine as he pulls out. I collapse onto the bed as he disposes of the condom. When he returns, he flops beside me, yanking me blindly to him and squeezing me tight.

Somewhere along the line, it felt like he was fighting some demons I couldn’t see, but it doesn’t matter. Because I have my Reid back now.

I almost stop breathing.

My Reid?

No. He’s not mine. And never will be.

I swallow the lump in my throat as he rains kisses on my shoulder.

Chapter 22

Reid

THERE’S ANOTHER RABBIT’S foot on my doorknob after my run on Friday, the white of it almost blending into the door.

I slow to a deliberate walk, checking my surroundings for clues I know won’t be around as the high I’d been on dissolves into frustration and anger. I bag the foot even though I know there won’t be fingerprints, then pull up my phone to check the camera feed. The asshole is good. Professional. Covered head to toe except for the eyes, and they don’t so much as glance in any camera’s direction.

Fuck.

My gut twists. It’s bad enough that he’s been at my house, but even worse is that Willa, innocent and completely unaware of the danger she’s in by virtue of being connected to me, was sleeping in her own place not thirty yards away.

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