Page 16 of Ruined By the Enemy
It hangs on by sheer stubbornness—just like her. My hand drifts to her waist, skimming the zipper on her skirt. I pause there, not moving further.
“One last chance,” I murmur. “Admit it. The only reason you’re still standing here is to prove a point.”
She doesn’t blink or back down. I didn’t think it was possible, but the fire in her eyes flares even brighter, and I find myself slipping and leaning in to feel her breath on my face.
“Maybe I am,” she says, quiet but unflinching. “But I’m still standing.”
That’s all it takes. The restraint snaps clean.
I grip her face and kiss her—hard. There’s no restraint or apology in the way my hand cradles her head and my other hand digs into her waist.
Just raw hunger—and all the frustration I’ve been burying since she walked into my office with those fire-lit eyes and that defiant mouth.
Her body arches into mine instantly, like her spine was made for this, like her resistance was only ever foreplay. There’s no hesitation, only heat. Reckless, stubborn, mutual need.
My fingers find the zipper at her waist and tug—slowly at first, then with purpose. It gives with a whisper, and her skirt pools at her feet. She stumbles a little, but I catch her easily, one arm sweeping around her waist, pulling her into me until her back hits the wall with a soft, breathless thud.
She gasps, and I drink in the sound like oxygen.
Her fingers slide into my hair—tight, possessive—and then rake down my back, her nails dragging hard enough to leave marks. My lips find her neck, hot and open, and I don’t hold back. I taste her skin, biting just enough to make her whimper and tilt her head, giving me more.
“God,” I groan against her throat. She smells like everything I should abandon, like the small voice of caution raging with desire at the back of my head.
It’s her soft skin against mine, the wild flutter of her pulse beneath my mouth, the way her body trembles but doesn’t break. It’s the little sounds she makes. Those breathless, aching noises that send heat surging low in my gut.
She doesn’t tell me to stop.
And if she moans again like that—needy and low, right in my ear—I won’t be able to.
Not here. Not now. Not without ruining us both.
“Dom,” she whimpers, breath shuddering as I flick the bra aside and lower my head. My mouth closes around her nipple, tongue swirling slowly and drawing tight circles until her back arches, offering more.
She’s trembling beneath me, restless and aching, her body begging for touch where it hurts the most.
AndGod, I want to give it to her. Want to tear through every layer between us and bury myself so deeply she forgets where she ends and I begin.
Until her scent takes over my senses and my mouth is buried between her legs, drawing out every last drop, and her throat is hoarse from screaming.
But for now, I savor it.
My tongue drags over her nipples again, lips closing tighter this time, sucking just enough to make her cry out. Her nails biteinto my arm, and her knees falter, like she’s melting under the weight of need.
My pulse hammers as the blood rushes low, pressure building so hard it aches against my zipper. I groan low and strained as I lift my head and capture her mouth again, hungry, claiming.
My tongue plunges between her lips, and she moans into me, open and wild.
Her thighs part with the softest nudge, instinct taking over. I slide my hand down, fingers skimming the inside of her leg, and then—
“Fuck,” she breathes, broken and breathless as my hand finds her. She’s soaked. Needy. And all mine.
She gasps as my fingers reach higher, exploring slick, warm skin that pulses around nothing. The moment I touch her, her hips jerk forward, a soft cry escaping her lips as her head falls back against the wall.
I press my mouth to her throat, dragging my tongue along the line of her jaw as my fingers stroke slow, deliberate patterns over her clit. She shudders violently, her grip tightening around my shoulders, her body caught between surrender and desperation.
“Please,” she moans again, almost like a warning. Like she’s barely hanging on.
“Just like that,” I whisper against her skin, struggling too. “Not so stubborn now, are we?”My mouth curves as her lashes flutter and her eyes open just a moment to give me a look.
