Page 141 of Menace in Vegas

He growls—a deep, feral sound that vibrates through my whole body—and then he does exactly what I asked.

He unleashes.

Hands in my hair, down my back, gripping and tugging and marking every inch of me like he owns it. Like I’m his breath, his blood, his fucking religion.

“Fucking menace,” he growls against my lips. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

I smirk, gasping. “Good.”

He lifts me with a low grunt and slams me back against the jacuzzi wall. Water splashes out around us, but we don’t stop. We can’t.

We’re wildfire and gasoline.

I wrap my legs around his waist, clutching him like I need him to hold me together.

Because I do.

I need his chaos. His obsession. His darkness.

I want all of it.

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CONNOR

Allie is fire in my arms—hot, wild, and untamed.

I press her against the edge of the jacuzzi, my hands roaming her soaked, trembling body, gliding over her ribs, hips, thighs, claiming every inch with my fingers.

Her breaths are ragged, while her eyes dare me to go further.

She fists my hair, dragging me into a desperate kiss. Her moan hits my chest like a fucking detonation.

“You think you can handle me?” she pants, voice breathless, teasing.

I drag my teeth down her throat, feel her pulse stutter beneath my tongue. “Baby, I own you.”

Her breath catches.

“Then prove it,” she whispers, lifting her hips and grinding against me. Challenging me.

Fuck.

I grip the back of her neck, tipping her head so her eyes lock with mine. “You want me to fuck you hard, baby?” My voice is a low, dark growl. “Because that’s exactly what I’m about to do.”

“Do it,” she whispers.

That’s all it takes.

I lift her out of the water in one smooth motion, mouth trailing over her collarbone, her shoulder, the curve of her throat.

Her nails dig into my back, marking me as hers while I carry her to the bed. She’s dripping, burning, and coming undone.

I lay her down, wet skin against silk sheets, her body arching as I cover her with mine.

“You’re mine, Allie.” I press my forehead to hers, panting. “Every fucking inch. Say it.”

Her arms wrap around me. “I’m yours,” she whispers, voice broken and beautiful.

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