Page 102 of Taste of Addiction

He brushes all of my hair to one shoulder and kisses my newly exposed neck with his mouth. His eyes catch mine again in the mirror, and he bites down on a sensitive spot at the base, making my eyes close as I succumb to the sensation of pleasure and pain. When they open again, Graham is simmering with need—his erection poking me from behind.

“I’m trying to be gentle with you. To be less controlling. But I struggle sometimes, Angie. Sometimes, I just want to lock you away and keep you all for myself to enjoy. To explore. Eyes other than mine do not deserve you, and I refuse to share.”

I turn and lean my butt against the vanity. “What’s this about? Me going out tomorrow night with Claire?”

He turns away from me and runs his hands through his hair, pulling at the ends. “I’m already dreading it. Bastards staring at you and imagining what it would be like to have you. It drives me wild to be away from you. Makes me go crazy.”

“I’ll be fine. I can handle myself, Graham. I have been taking care of myself for years before you ever forced your way into my life.”

He stalks toward me. “Pretty sure you forced your way into mine.”

I narrow my eyes and cough to muffle my smirk. “You hired me,” I tease with a shrug.

“My asshole brother, Nic, hired you—despite my advice to blacklist you.”

“Seems like he sucks at taking orders from you too.”

Graham growls, his nostrils flaring. “I was forced to go along with it or blow my cover at the time. But my days of taking orders from anyone are over. Nic may still be a puppet,” he says, shaking his head with anger, “but he has less to lose. And I have everything I have ever wanted standing right here in front of me.”

“Am I worth it?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“You sure? I can be quite sassy and stubborn and insubordinate.”

His thumb plays with my bottom lip. “You are definitely all of those things. And still worth it.”

I smile and bite down on his thumb, and for a split second I think I draw blood from the shocked look on Graham’s face. And when I look down, I confirm that I did. Oops.

He pulls back his hand and sucks his wound. His eyes heat. “Even if who I love makes it her life’s mission to drive me to my breaking point.”

“How about we just skip this tour you had in mind and you fuck me here on the bathroom tile. I have,” I pause, while I think of the right word, “needs.”

“Oh no, my little tiger. You are getting the damn tour. We can both suffer through a little edge play. That way when I do fuck you raw later with just your shoes on, you will remember who owns this body.”

His eyes rake over me, and I shiver from the implication of his words.

“Good. I don’t want you to be soft and gentle sometimes,” I admit. “You make me crave things I didn’t think I would want.”

“Like what?”

I blush. Graham has that way of making me open up with things I didn’t think I would ever share. He is my first sexual partner. The man who I will always remember as taking my virginity. All of my desires and fantasies are wrapped around him performing them. If things do not work out between us long-term, I have no idea how I will ever be able to move forward with anyone else. My body might eventually get used to having another person’s touch, but my mind and heart will never accept it. For every time my eyes will close, I will only be able to visualize one man—my man—Graham Xavier Hoffman.

“Angela?”

“Hmm?”

“I asked you a question.”

“What was it?”

“Like what?” he tries again, eyes full of determination.

I stare up at him with genuine confusion. “Like huh?”

“What do I make you crave?” He pulls me closer and sucks on my bottom lip.

“Oh. You know—” My words come out muffled from his hold.

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