Page 269 of Fractured Allegiance
I arch back against him, daring. “Of course you aren’t. How could you be? You just can’t resist me, can you?”
His body presses into mine, cock thick and urgent against my ass, his hand still at my throat, not choking, but holding me where he wants me. Water sluices down over both of us, hot enough to sting, steam curling around our skin until it feels like the whole world has narrowed to this small, scalding box.
I close my eyes, lean into the tile, let him feel me soften against the restraint, then tense again when he squeezes just enough to remind me that he could take everything if he wanted.
“You keep giving me reasons to ruin you,” he growls against my ear, his voice low and rough.
I smile, my lips curving against wet stone. “Maybe I want to see how far you’ll go.”
He spins me fast, pinning my back to the wall now, my breasts crushed against his chest, his cock grinding against my stomach. His eyes burn through the steam, jaw clenched like he’s holding back something feral.
“You think I won’t go too far?” he asks.
“I think you already have.”
The words ignite him. His lips slam into mine, all heat and fury, teeth biting, lips bruising. His tongue thrusts deep, claiming, devouring. My hands claw down his back, nails dragging red lines through wet skin. He groans into my mouth, the sound guttural, possessive.
His lips break away to find my throat, sucking hard, biting until I whimper. He marks me where no one else can miss it, where every look in a mirror will scream his name.
“You’re mine,” he rasps, his mouth against my pulse, his hand sliding down my body, cupping my breast. He squeezes, thumb flicking my nipple until it stiffens under his touch. I gasp, hips arching, and he bites harder at my throat in answer.
“Say it,” he demands, fingers rolling the peak between rough fingertips.
“Fuck you,” I pant, even as I press into his hand.
His laugh is dark, sharp. He bends, taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking, flicking his tongue until I moan, my body arching helplessly. He bites lightly, then soothes it with his tongue, moving to the other breast, giving it the same ruthless attention.
I grab his hair, tugging hard, forcing him to look up at me. My eyes meet his, and I see it—the hunger that isn’t just lust. It’s not even just obsession. This… this is devotion turned savage.
My head tips back against the tile, a sharp moan breaking free. His fingers curl, hitting that spot that makes my knees weak, his thumb circling my clit, relentless.
“Silas,” I choke, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Louder.” His mouth crushes mine again, swallowing my moan, his pace brutal, ruthless, designed to tear me apart. I buck against him, chasing it, riding his hand until my whole body trembles, the climax hitting sharp and fast. I come hard, clenching around his fingers, gasping into his mouth.
He doesn’t stop. He pushes me harder against the wall, pulls his fingers free, and lifts my leg high, hooking it over his hip. His cock presses at my entrance, thick and throbbing, sliding against my slick folds.
“You ready for me?” he growls.
I smirk, biting his bottom lip hard enough to make him hiss. “Do it, Agent Ward. Show me how far you’ll fall.”
He slams into me in one savage thrust, burying himself to the hilt. I scream, nails clawing down his back, my body stretching, filled so deep I can’t breathe.
“Fuck,” he snarls, his hips pounding into me, each thrust harder than the last. The sound of our bodies slamming together echoes off the tile, water pounding over us, steam filling every corner.
He fucks me like he wants to break me. My back arches against the wall, my leg trembling against his hip, my cunt clenching around him with every brutal stroke.
“Say it,” he growls, his hand at my throat again, pressing just enough to make my head spin. “Say you’re mine.”
“Never,” I gasp, even as my body betrays me, tightening around him, milking him.
He laughs darkly, slamming deeper, his teeth biting my shoulder. “Then I’ll make you.”
He thrusts faster, harder, my moans echoing, my nails leaving bloody crescents in his skin. I’m shaking, the orgasm building again, clawing at me. I hate him for it, for knowing my body better than I want him to.
My climax rips through me, violent, leaving me crying out, clinging to him as I shatter against the wall. He follows instantly, moaning my name, slamming into me hard, coming deep inside me, filling me until it spills down my thighs.
We collapse against the tile, his forehead pressed to mine, our bodies trembling, locked together in the spray. His hand grips the back of my neck, not gentle, but grounding.
