Page 47 of Major Penalty

Drops of water are still running down my back when I step out of the shower, towel slung low on my hips. Steam curls around the bathroom, clinging to my skin.

I rake a hand through my damp hair, exhale sharply, and reach for the sweats on the bed.

A sound makes me freeze, my hand hovering over my pants.

Oh, fuck.

Every muscle in my body tenses when I hear it again. Soft, broken, and breathless.

A moan. Her moan. A sharp, strangled sound, so muffled, so quiet, but still there. It comes again—a breathy, needy little sound.

A primal heat unfurls in my stomach. Is she alone? Who the fuck is in there with her? The thought, the possibility, makes my entire body coil—sharp, volatile, on the edge of detonation.

Without thinking, I grab my sweats and yank them on, making my way toward the door. Because if there’s a man in there, if there’s someone else making her make sounds like that, I’ll fucking murder him.

I’m already moving, striding toward the door, reaching for the handle, possessiveness clawing at me, making my jaw tighten and my fists clench.

And then I pause for a moment and listen. No deep voices, no sounds of skin meeting skin. It’s just her, just her sweet voice.

The realization slams into me like a freight train. Is she touching herself?

I press my palm against the door-frame, and my fingers dig into the wood. My breathing is heavy and too uneven. I turn around, tilt my head back, and close my eyes, my chest rising and falling too fast.

I should get out of here. I should go to the club with the guys, drown myself in whiskey, and get some distance.

Instead, I find myself moving closer to the wall separating us, listening to her soft moans.

And I have never been this hard in my entire life.

I shouldn't want this. Shouldn't need her this badly.

But now that I know what she sounds like when she breaks—I'm done pretending I don't want to be the one to do it.

Chapter thirteen

~IRENE~

I’m trapped, pinned beneath something solid. Overwhelming.

I know it’s him, even before I see him.

Ares.

His body presses me down, his hands lock my wrists above my head, his scent suffocates me—soap, dark spice, a hint of smoke.

I try to move, but it’s useless. He’s too strong, too big, too unforgiving. A low chuckle brushes against my ear, a rough, taunting vibration that sinks straight into my bones.

“You’re not as sweet as you pretend to be.” His voice is deep. It’s wrapping around me like chains, like something I’ll never escape.

A shiver racks through me. My thighs press together, but he’s already there.

“So sensitive.” His breath ghosts over my jaw, warm, teasing.

I suck in a sharp breath as he shifts against me, the hard lines of his body pressing everywhere, his weight pinning me down, making me feel helpless. His lips graze my throat. A broken sound slips out of me.

“You think I can make you come just like this?” His voice is a low, making my entire body burn.

I can’t see anything else but his pale eyes beneath dark brows, a few strands of black hair falling over them. His hand moves slowly down my arm, over my ribs, across my stomach, between my legs.

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