Page 26 of Claimed By Rage

The urge totouchroars in my ears, but I clench my fist beside her head and take a deep breath. The hand on her chest, however, stays right where it is.

Her heartbeat keeps me steady and solid while I wait for her reply.

“One night and you’ll let me go? I won’t be trapped here?”

I measure my words carefully. “One night in my bed,tonight, with me, and I’ll take you home in the morning.” I can’t promise anything after.

She bites her bottom lip, and my cock twitches. I stare at her mouth for a long moment, swallowing hard. I want to kiss her again. I want tomakeher mine. Throw her onto the bed and climb on top, taste every inch of her skin, and make herscreammy name as she comes on my fingers, my tongue, my cock, all of it, all night, all at once.Can I fill all of her holes at the same time?

Mmm.I know I can.

“One night,” Celia murmurs, flicking her gaze away from mine. “Then I go home in the morning, and you walk away.”

My voice rumbles deep in my chest. I don’t miss the way her body shivers or her nipples harden.Fuck.“A full eight hours minimum,krosotka.”

“You can’t fuck me.”

I lick my lips. She’s going to make this difficult. “Definefuck.”

Her face flames. “I don’t want your dick anywhere near me!”

I laugh before I can stop myself. “A little hard to manage, given how it’s fucking attached.”

She glares and pulls my hair again, arcing my neck back. A wave of pleasure licks down my spine, making my balls ache. “I won’t put my dick inside you, or between your tits, or between your thighs, or anywhere else.” There’s a lot of places I could slip inside or between to get off, or getheroff. I uncurl my fist and lift my hand from her chest to hold them both out in front of me.“But my dickwilltouch you, because it’s fucking massive.” To emphasize my point, I grind cock into her hip, enjoying the little gasping sound she makes. “And you’re welcome to touch it with any part of your body, any time.”

Her upper lip curls in disgust, but it rings false against the backdrop of her eyes, blown wide open for me.

I didn’t make her come at all today, and it shows. Her body misses me.

“I won’t,” she snaps, “so keep it to your fucking self!”

Ah, my little spitfire.

Im-fucking-possible.

I lift my hand to her chin and tilt her head back as much as the door will allow. “Kiss me,” I murmur, leaning in until our noses brush, “and you’ve got a deal.” Her hand lingers in my hair but she doesn’t pull me back. Then her tongue darts out to wet her lips, flicking over mine in the process, andfuck, my cock tries to tear through the zipper, throbbing painfully. It will be sore for a few days, maybe even bruised, but if she lets me put it inside her, or against her soft skin, or pillowed between her ass cheeks or her goddamn armpit at this point, I’ll fucking do it.

And I’ll come fordays.

Celia’s hand trembles as she touches my cheek.

She closes the distance between our lips.

I swallow her soft sigh like it’s my final breath, holding it deep inside my chest so long that it burns. A single word ricochets around my skull like a bullet in my brain.

Mine.

Chapter 9

Celia

“DoI at least get to change clothes?” I rub the sheer fabric of my skirt between my fingers. “I’m gonna freeze in this.”

It takes Rage a few seconds to respond, like he’s barely processing what I’m saying. “You won’t freeze,” he says gruffly, unbuttoning his dress shirt. “Not with me beside you.”

My face flames, and I scowl at his dresser. “I’d still like something else to wear. A t-shirt? Sweatpants?” When he doesn’t make a move to get me anything, I take initiative and practically sprint to the other side of the room.

Anything to stop me from seeing his bare chest.

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