Page 25 of The Hallows Queen

I scream as my orgasm slams into me. My hands fall to his shoulders so I have something to grab onto, and I squeeze his shirt between my fingers as my whole body quivers above him.

I’m desperate to feel his skin, so I slide my hands under the sleeves of his shirt and dig my nails into his shoulders, dragging downward.

“Shit,” he moans, pulling my hair as he starts to fall apart underneath me. “Harder, do that fucking harder. Hurt me.”

Pushing my fingers harder, I feel his flesh split under the sharpness of my nails. His hand slams against my throat, and he squeezes with enough pressure that my vision spots. I try to scream from the sensations still rushing through me, but nothing will pass through the hold he has on my windpipe, so he yells in place of me.

Still grinding and riding him through our climaxes, I push my nails even deeper into his skin, wanting to show him exactly what he’s doing to me, but it isn’t good enough. I pull one hand from under his shirt and grab the thickness of his throat, choking him just as hard as he’s choking me, and his eyes go wide and wild as they find mine.

His hips pound upwards more roughly, like he can’t help the movement. I smile, biting my lip as he loosens the hold he has on my throat. I don’t let go of him, though, just keep riding him, keep choking him, making his arm bleed under my fingernails, loving the feeling of pulling pleasure from him.

When his hips finally slow to a stop, I let go. Putting both hands on the wall above our heads, I drop my forehead to his and try to catch my breath.

“Penelope,” he says, his throat scratchy and rough like it’s lined with gravel.

My chest heaves as I breathe through my mouth, my chest against his as it rises and falls erratically. “Hayden.”

I lick my dry lips, and when I feel confident that my legs aren’t made of liquid, I go to lift off him.

“Wait.” He grabs my hips with both hands.

I lean back to look at him, meeting his dark eyes. “What?”

His nostrils flare as he takes a breath and then he grins. “I’m really glad you caught me doing coke in the storage room.”

I laugh, my shoulders shaking. After a moment, I stand up, letting my dress fall back into place as I look around the floor for my panties.

When I spot them by the table, I grab them and slide them up my legs. Turning to look at him, I find him still sitting against the wall, tucking his cock into his pants as he watches me.

I wiggle my brows and smirk as I head for the door. “See you around.”

His face twitches. “That’s it?”

I run my fingers through my matted hair. “That’s it.”

He only stares at me, and I can’t read whatever thoughts are running through his mind, but then he stands up and takes a few steps toward me. “Give me your phone number.”

“That didn’t sound like a question.” I grin, perking a brow.

He rushes me, grabbing me by the hips. “It wasn’t.”

Chuckling, I narrow my eyes at him. “Why should I?”

Licking his lips, he brings my attention to his filthy mouth. “I want to see you again.”

I look into his dark eyes, filled with thunder and charm, and even as nerves float around in my belly, I try to read between the lines of his words. Leaning forward, I brush my lips over his lightly, dropping my mouth open so he can feel the air from my lungs when I speak again. “You can’t handle me, Hayden. Stick to hookups at Amethyst.”

His fingers tighten on my hips, and he yanks my body against his, making our mouths crash together painfully. He licks along the seam of my lips like he’s trying to make up for the pain, then he kisses me so hard that my head floats and my core lights up again. When he pulls back, he looks right into my eyes. “Let me take you back to my house, spread you out on my bed, and show you how much I can handle.”

My clit pulses as my heartbeat pounds between my legs, the coke still coursing through my system and making everything feel heightened. Everything inside of me is shoutingdo it, let him take you home and fuck you until you can’t walk.

The reminder that Katie is still here catapults back into my mind, though, making me wonder how long I’ve been tucked away in the solace of the storage closet with this stranger, letting drugs and pleasure take over my system. I kiss his lips once more. “I need to get back to my friend.”

“So give me your number,” he muses, squeezing my waist. “Or I’ll keep you trapped in here and eat you until you forget you’re trying to resist me.”

Reaching between us, I put my hand into the front pocket of his pants and pull out his phone. I try to unlock it and it requests a passcode, so I hold it toward him. Once he’s punched in his code, he gives it back. I type my phone number into the keypad and hand it back without saving the contact. “Gotta go, Hayden.”

He slips his phone into his pocket and grabs me again, smashing his mouth to mine and swirling his tongue around my own. I moan in my throat, kissing him back until we’re both out of breath.

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