Page 53 of No Mistakes
It’s as if he could read my mind when he moves, grabbing the back of my neck with one hand, the other slipping around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest as he walks us backwards, my back colliding with a pillar. His lips are still on mine, but he’s in control now. Taking what he wants. Like he’s beenstarvingfor it.
He breaks the kiss long enough to look down at me, his thumb stroking over my cheek.
“You want this?” he rasps, voice barely audible. The heat between us is unbearable now.
“Iwantyou,” I whisper. I don’t mean it lightly, but what Ireallymeant was,
‘I want you to ruin me. I want you to take everything I’ve been holding back and fucking destroy it.’
Ant’s chest rises, then falls in a sharp exhale. His eyes flare with a hunger that matches mine, and he steps forward, grabbing my hand, tugging me toward the entrance with urgency I’ve only dreamed of. He doesn’t kiss me again while we walk. This man is on a mission, and that mission isus.
We reach my room in record time, the number 106 staring at us next to a crumpled note taped to the door.
Don’t wait up. I’ll be back later - E x
I barely have time to think about Eva because Ant’s already swiping the keycard, unlocking the door. He pulls me in behind him, kicking the door shut before pressing me back into the wall like he can’t wait another second.
His hands are in my hair within seconds, then on my hips, sliding up under my top as I breathe out a gasp. “Ant-”
He lifts me, rough and perfect, and places me on the edge of the dresser like I weigh nothing, like he’sstarvingand I’m the first thing he’s allowed to taste.
His mouth crashes to mine, and I kiss him back just as desperately. My thighs tighten against his waist, locking him in place. I feel him,allof him, as he stands hard and thick between us. I moan into his mouth like I’m about to cum just from the pressure alone.
He pulls back long enough to rip my top over my head. I reach for his shirt, tugging it off, revealing inked skin and tight muscle. My eyes drop to his mouth, still swollen from kissing me. My gaze travels lower and lower, all the way to the bulge in his jeans.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “You’ve been holding back on me.”
A smirk appears on his face, a dark, crooked smile.
His hand wraps around my throat, pinning my head in place as he leans in close, his lips brushing my ear.
“Look at me.”
My thighs clench. His voice is so broken, so raw, but he still speaks.For me.
He bites down on my neck hard enough to leave a mark, and I cry out, my nails digging into his back as he steps away to rid himself of his jeans, and that’s when I see it.
My breath catches, and I’m pretty fucking sure my eyes widen at the sight.
He’s big, thick, and hard, the size never-ending, and oh my god.
He’sfucking pierced.
A small silver barbell gleams at the head of his cock, and my whole body clenches in anticipation.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter, eyes locked on it. “That’s-”
“Does it scare you?” he rasps, worry tinted in his words.
“Are you kidding?” I lick my lips. “Iwantto see it. Taste it. I want to feeleverything.”
He groans like I’ve undone him, his fingers instantly hooking in the waistband of my shorts and yanking them down along with my panties until I’m bare.
He lines himself up, waiting for me to object, to push him away, but I don’t.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he growls before slamming into me forcefully.
I scream. Not in pain, but relief. Like finally,finally, I’m where I’m meant to be.
