Page 82 of Take What You Want

“This is all you,” I say.

Her brow furrows. “I thought…”

“I’m not fucking you here. I’m saving that for when I can take my time with you.”

She drops her hands from my shirt.

I grab her wrists in one of my hands and pin them above her head while maintaining my rhythm between her legs withthe other. Her face sparks at the move, and I capture her mouth again.

But the exchange seems to have put some mental block in that beautiful, annoying mind of hers. She’s stiff, and when I pull back, I can see the internal war she’s fighting behind her carefully constructed mask.

I sink two fingers into her and curl them. Her head falls back against the brick as she gasps.

“Stop overthinking,” I say through clenched teeth. “Stop thinking about what you should and shouldn’t do and just feel. Take what you want. Use me.Please.”

My words unlock something in her as her entire body melts into the wall and her hips buck freely against my hand, chasing her desire.

“That’s it,” I coo as her face contorts with pleasure. Her brow pinches and her mouth parts. “Keep going. It’s yours.”

Her hands clench into fists, but I don’t drop them. If she needs to feel that edge of helplessness to keep her thoughts at bay, I’ll give it to her.

I thumb tight circles around her clit, which causes a loud moan to slip between her lips that I lean forward and capture.

She’s getting close. I can feel it. “I’ve heard thousands of people screaming my name for the last ten years,” I whisper over her flushed neck, “and I’d trade them all just to hear you calling out for me while I make you come one more time.”

She shutters and her eyes fly open. “Nikolai,” she gasps.

“Louder.” I pump into her harder, and she whimpers when my thumb applies more pressure to her clit.

I drop her arms to give myself better leverage as I brace against the wall. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I hope she draws blood. I want her to mark me the way she has my heart.

“Nikolai!” she cries out as she comes and a surge of satisfaction rolls through me at the sound of my name mixed with the haze of her pleasure.

“That’s it,” I say, stroking her through her orgasm until she collapses between me and the bricks. Her legs give out and I’m the only thing holding her up.

She must be able to feel the hard outline of my cock pushing against the front of my pants because she chuckles softly and says, “I could’ve done something about that, you know.”

I kiss her forehead and stroke her hair back. “Next time.”

It’s as if my words sucked out all the air in the alley. She stiffens and pulls back, even though she really doesn’t have anywhere to go. She runs her hands over her dress and reality washes back over her face. She darts her eyes to our surroundings as her hands drop to her sides.

The change is so swift, so sudden, it sets me on guard.

“What just happened?” I ask, stepping back as I feel her walls climbing up between us.

She shakes her head and averts her gaze. “Nothing.”

Anxiety fills my lungs, the familiar feeling of her slipping through my fingers making my heart race. “Jane…”

“We should get out of here,” she cuts me off, clearing her throat. “Don’t know who might walk by.”

She tries to slip past me, but I block her way. “If I crossed some line, I’m sorry. I thought…”

She refuses to meet my eyes. “We both got carried away.” She flips her hair over her shoulder and sidesteps me. “Let’s just call it a night, okay?”

On surprisingly steady feet for what we just did, Jane strolls down the alley and out onto the sidewalk. I follow her and text Hendrik to meet us out front. Luckily, it’s late and the streets are fairly empty and everyone who is still out is too drunk or too tired to take notice of me.

I protectively tuck her into my side while we wait, and she allows it, but we don’t speak.

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