It’s savage, raw—like I’m devouring her, as if her mouth is the only thing that can silence the chaos inside me.
I bite her lip, hard.
She gasps, a scream building in her throat, but I don’t stop.
I taste blood, and something dark inside me stirs, hungry for more.
She is killing the man I knew and releasing the dark shadow that resides within me.
The man who swore he would never be able to connect with anyone on that level.
And the same man who runs his hand over her sensitive nipples, driving her crazy and consequently spurting his cum inside her greedily.
I feel my body slick with sweat, but I don’t pull away. Instead, I press my forehead to hers, a smile tugging at my lips as the connection seeps between us, raw and undeniable.
She smiles back, and in that moment, everything feels right.
“For two people who rejected sex like the plague, we’re getting good at it.”
“Because that’s more Mia.”
“Yeah..” she murmurs “That’s more.”
My hands grip her waist tightly, pulling her back to me.
She gasps in surprise but then lets out a breathy laugh as I keep her pinned against the wall.
Fuck. I want to fuck her again. I feel like a uncontrolled animal when it comes to her.
“Next time, I’ll make you beg, little angel.”
"Do you want to play with control, Mia?" My voice drops to a low growl against her lips. "Let’s see how long you can take it."
She bites her lip, her legs tightening around my waist, a challenge in her eyes. "Do your worst."
And I do.
CHAPTER 19
MIA
The momentI see Seth, my excitement doubles.
“Seth!”
I run up to him and hug him without thinking twice. He doesn’t hug me back right away, but he doesn’t push me away either.
Instead, he lets out a short sigh, like he’s just waiting for me to be done. The bastard isn’t going to hug me back in public.
“Did you miss me?” I ask, pulling away just enough to look at him.
He raises an eyebrow. “If I say no, will you stop being needy?”
“No.”
Seth rolls his eyes, but I catch a flicker of a smile before he looks away—straight at Zane.
His expression shifts instantly. The trace of humor vanishes, replaced by something much colder.