Page 12 of Dark Rivals

My legs wrap around his face, thighs trembling as he strokes long and slow back down to my opening, dipping in with his tongue. “You taste so damn delicious, Arden,” he says, but the mocking edge to it is lost when he pulls away, only to slide two fingers into my pussy and draw the attention of his mouth back to my clit.

“Grey—” I beg, but I can’t get the words out, not as my inner walls squeeze up his fingers and try to pull him deeper. Harder. I’m writhing against him, tugging on his head and his hair, feeling him everywhere but not where I want him—inside of me.

He pulls away from me but before the protest can even escape my mouth, his mouth is slamming into mine, my lips parting to taste my own arousal on his tongue. A deep groan rumbles through his chest as our mouths fuck, as he reaches down between us and starts at his slacks with shaking hands, yanking his pants down to his knees.

His cock springs free, glistening and hard as steel as he picks me up off the counter, turning us around so my back slams into the bathroom door with a force that makes me see stars. I wrap my legs around him and my bare, wet, pussy grinds into his hardness as our gaze connects for the second time, an intense, fucked up wave of pressure blooming between my thighs.

I stare at him, needing him. He doesn’t look away. I want to tell him how much I need him, but I can’t. Everything in my body is run by one need and one need only—

Him.

Our foreheads press together and our chests collide with every heaving breath we take, my hard nipples pressing up against my dress, straining to be licked, sucked, teased, pulled by his mouth. Fucked by his mouth, his cock, his body. Our bodies are slick with sweat and seconds pass as we both silently weigh the consequences, consider the repercussions that will come if we proceed…

He’s my enemy. He always has been.

I need his body.

He suspects my family of murdering his father.

I need his cock inside of me, stretching me, filling me.

He hates me.

I need him.

I hate him.

Grey’s grasp tightens around my hips and ass as he rolls his body into mine, hissing when my bare, wet pussy grinds against his exposed steel. I throb with need for him, aching, consuming need, need that’s been there for years and years and years.

No matter how much it fucking sucks to admit it, I want him more than I want my next breath, I want him more than I want my mother’s entire fucking syndicate.

When his lips brush against mine, his hips pull away for just a second. Our gazes connect, a silent, intense conversation passing between us, a conversation that takes less than seconds to have, but once it’s decided, our fate is sealed forever.

Because when his hard cock slides deep into my pussy, stretching and filling me until our hips are pressed up against each other, I know there’s no going back.

My whimper is caught in my throat as he buries his head into my neck, pressing into me so hard my vision goes black around the edges, the feeling of his cock buried inside of me forever seared into my mind.

And if I thought it couldn’t get any better than that feeling, Grey pulls out of me.

Only to slam into me again.

Filling me deeper.

Harder.

He fills me so deeply I see stars, and only one pound of his hips against mine makes my body shudder, my thighs tremble. My nipples are so damn erect pressed against the fabric of my dress when all I want is to have his bare chest on mine, his skin pressed into me.

Thrust.

I moan, a deep, low sound that seems to well up out of the depths of me. My legs spread wider, and he penetrates me deeper, so deep I’m forgetting my own damn name, just like he said.

Fuck.

“You like that, Arden?” he says, doing it again. Completely filled by him, he grinds his body against my clit creating so much pressure I think I’m going to fucking explode. “You like it when I fuck you?” He pulls away from my neck, only to press his lips against mine. “You feel so wrong, baby, so fucking wrong for me…”

He’s too slow. He’s taunting me with his body as he rests inside of me, my pussy clenching against his huge cock inside of me, kissing my neck and sucking on my skin with his tongue. His hips roll against mine, and I feel him smile against my neck, a teasing, mocking smile, and the Grey I know is back.

Dominating.

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