Page 41 of Torment

Holy shit.

Fire. That was all she felt. Raging fire that burned her insides to nothing but ash. Every inch of her body ached, her mind spinning, fogged with a cloud of desire. Why did she want him so badly? Why did her body need him so much?

Warm lips moved along her jaw, his tongue flicking against her skin. “All I want to do is touch you…kiss you…fuckyou. I want to bury myself between your legs. Push my cock so deep inside you, and to make you forget everything but me.”

The urge to clench her thighs was unbearable as she started to ache all over just thinking of the kind of pleasure this man was capable of giving her. And almost as if he could read her mind, he pushed his strong, hard thigh between her legs, and she gasped as the ache shot straight through her gut all the way up her spine.

“You want it too, don’t you, Scar?” He took both her wrists into one hand, slowly stroking his other hand down her arm, igniting her skin with every inch he touched. “I can feel it every time you’re around me, your desire to be filled by me…your need to be controlled by me. It’s fucking lethal, the way we burn for each other.”

“Ace…” she breathed, but she was unable to continue her sentence when she felt his hand softly brush over her breast. His gaze followed his hand, like he was trying to commit every touch, every inch of her to memory.

“I keep on telling myself that whatever the hell it is we had, it’s over. But whenever I’m near you, I can’t stop myself from thinking about how good it feels to be inside you.” His touch moved from her breast, over her stomach. “And I want to make you mine over and fucking over again, until your goddamn mind, your soul…your body is filled with nothing but me.” His gaze still followed his hand as he reached down.

On the inside, Scarlet was screaming for him to move his hand down further, to touch her where she needed it most, where the ache was starting to consume her. The need to be filled by him was so strong she could hardly take a breath.

When his hand moved around her thigh, jerking her leg up, placing it around his waist, Scarlet moaned.

“You feel that, Scar?” He flexed against her and she couldn’t stop herself from moaning again. He studied her, like he loved seeing the look of tortured desire plastered all over her face. “You feel that ache? The burn for me to consume you? That’s the way I feel every minute of every fucking day ever since I had my first taste of you—of your body.”

Usually, Scarlet would have a pretty mouth full of snide comments and remarks, but not today.

Not at that minute.

She loved hearing his voice. She loved all the dirty things he was telling her. Scarlet loved to hear that he had been experiencing the same kind of torture she had.

He leaned closer, his lips mere inches from hers. “Tell me, Scar, why aren’t you fighting me? You love fighting me. So why aren’t you fighting me now?”

“Because I can’t,” she whispered. “I can’t fight you because you’re right. I ache for you, and it’s just too fucking strong.”

“Jesus.” Hunter let go of her wrists and jerked her other leg up, forcing her to wrap both legs firmly around him.

She had finally confessed her weakness…him. Hunter had become her weakness and she no longer had the strength to fight him. Even though her mind kept reminding her about all the things keeping them apart, her body—her heart—had overruled every rational thought.

The air around them was toxic with desire. It was like every breath they took only fueled the need, the want…the lust. Scarlet’s entire body was humming, ready to be claimed, willing to be taken.

Hunter moved against her, letting her feel how hard he was, and Scarlet wanted to scream. She wanted to claw at him. She wanted to ravish him. No, she wanted to be ravishedbyhim.

Leaning his forehead against hers, he closed his eyes. “I want to possess you, Scarlet. I want to be the demon that haunts you, the devil that never lets you go. The only problem is…my possession will be your fucking undoing.”

She weaved her fingers through his hair and tightened her legs around his waist. “Then undo me, Ace. Undo me, because you’ve possessed me since the first time you moved inside me.”

Hunter let out a guttural moan and slammed his lips against hers, his tongue fucking her mouth like there was no tomorrow. Their bodies melted against each other, the heat between them building and building, threatening to erupt, turning them both in to nothing but dust.

He pulled his lips from hers, dragging his tongue down her neck as she lifted her head, giving him more of her.

“Then why the fuck are we even fighting this, Scar?”

“I don’t know, Ace. I really don’t know.”

Unable to go a second longer without his taste, she forced his head up, pushing her lips against his. Just like that day in the elevator, it felt like that damn time bomb was right there between them again—ticking—and if they didn’t kiss each other fast enough or hard enough, it would explode.

Hunter pushed harder, securing her between his body and the wall. When Scarlet grabbed his jacket, jerking it off his shoulders, wanting it off, there was a sound of something clattering on the floor next to them.

Scarlet looked down, and so did Hunter.

Her spine chilled instantly when she saw what it was.

Hunter grabbed her face in his palm and forced her to look at him. “Scarlet, no. Don’t let her ruin it.”

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