Page 70 of Cold Carnage

I clenched my teeth, frustration boiling under my skin. She leaned closer, her breath mingling with mine.

"I'm not afraid of you," she whispered, her lips almost brushing against mine.

My mind raced, unsure of what was happening, so I said nothing. Her eyes dropped to my lips, and I felt a dark desire ignite within me. My cock hardened. I pushed against her, the sensation both infuriating and intoxicating.

"We need to go," she said, though there was a tremor in her voice. "We're going to be late."

But I didn't care. The heat between us was too consuming, too demanding to ignore. My hands gripped the edge of the desk on either side of her hips, caging her in.

"You think this is a game?" I rasped, my voice rough.

Her gaze locked onto mine, defiant and unyielding. "No, Ryker. But you need to decide what you really want."

I pressed harder against her, feeling the curve of her body align with mine. "What I want?" The words came out like a challenge.

She didn't back down. "Yes. Because this back-and-forth is obnoxious and unprofessional. You can't have it both ways."

I leaned in even closer until our noses nearly touched. "Then tell me what you want."

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, vulnerability flickered in her eyes. It was brief, almost imperceptible, but I saw it.

“I want to do my job,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “I want to make sure you and the team aren't penalized any more because of footage. And this is only going to make it worse if it gets out.”

“Hmmm,” I murmured, my gaze unwavering. “And yet, I want you… to stay away from Leo Wolfe.”

“I can't do that,” she said.

A surge of frustration coursed through me. Before I realized what I was doing, my fingers sank into her hair. I yanked her closer and crushed my lips against hers. The kiss was intense, fierce. Our mouths moved together in a desperate dance, tongues clashing as if battling for dominance.

Her initial shock melted into a fervent response. She grabbed my shoulders, pulling me closer still, her nails digging into the fabric of my suit jacket. Every touch ignited a fire within me, burning away any semblance of control.

I pressed her harder against the desk, feeling the curve of her body mold against mine. Her lips were soft but demanding, her breath mingling with mine in a chaotic symphony. It was raw, unfiltered need that neither of us could deny.

I ripped away from her lips, trailing mine down her neck. Her skin was warm and inviting, and I could feel her pulse racing beneath my touch. The sound of her quickened breaths spurredme on. I nipped at the tender flesh just below her jawline, eliciting a gasp from her.

My teeth sank into her skin, not hard enough to break it but firm enough to make her arch against me. She let out a soft moan, and I felt a surge of satisfaction. My lips closed over the spot, sucking gently at first, then harder. I wanted to leave a mark, a visible reminder that she was mine.

Her hands gripped my shoulders tighter, nails digging into the fabric of my suit jacket. I could feel her shiver under my touch, and it fueled my desire. I continued to suck at the spot on her neck, drawing the blood to the surface. Her breath hitched again, and she pressed closer to me, seeking more contact.

I reveled in the sensation of her body against mine, every movement she made igniting a fire within me. My tongue flicked over the reddened skin before I pulled back slightly to admire my handiwork—a dark bruise already forming where my mouth had been.

She tilted her head back slightly, exposing more of her neck to me. It was an unspoken invitation, one I couldn't resist. My lips moved lower, tracing a path down to the hollow of her throat. Each kiss was a claim, each bite a declaration.

I felt her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as if she couldn't get enough. The desperation in her touch mirrored my own feelings—this need that neither of us could deny any longer.

Her scent enveloped me, intoxicating and driving me further into madness. The taste of her skin lingered on my tongue, salty and sweet all at once. It was overwhelming, consuming every thought I had left.

When I finally pulled away from her neck, panting slightly from the intensity of it all, I looked into her eyes. They were dark with desire, mirroring everything I felt inside. The mark on her neck stood out vividly against her pale skin.

I took a step back reluctantly, still feeling the ghost of her touch on my lips and fingertips.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

I blinked, my mind scrambling for an answer. “I?—”

“We can't do this,” she cut in, her tone firm. “Don't you get that?”

Her hands pressed against my shoulders, pushing me back. The warmth of her touch lingered even as the distance grew between us.

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