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Decker
I steal her mouth. Her breath. Her kisses.
I force out my frustration with every swipe of my tongue. I let go of my anger through the tight grip of my fingers through her hair.
“Take off the blouse.”
She obeys, her hands traveling down the buttons in a frantic rush. I shove the material off her shoulders, my mouth never leaving hers, and reach around her back to unclasp her bra. My palms scour her body, down her arms, along her waist, to the sides of her breasts.
I groan at the perfection and pull away to take in the sight.
“God, you drive me to madness.” I slam my mouth back down on hers, my tongue delving deep.
She claws at my chest, her nails puncturing skin as I grab her waist and place her on the table. Her legs encircle my hips, her skirt rising to the apex of her thighs.
“I want you naked.” I tug at her underwear, making her shuffle as I lower them over her ass.
I couldn’t think before. I’d been delirious with rage. Now is no different, but the delirium is from lust. I still can’t form a coherent thought. I’m lost in her. Mindless.
She grips the waistband of my boxers, shoving them down my thighs to pool on the floor. Our arms are everywhere. Touching. Tangling. Eager for more.
“There’s no going back from this,” I warn.
She nods, our noses brushing, lips touching.
“I mean it.” I inch away to meet her gaze. “I won’t be sated with a quick fuck. If this happens, you’re mine and mine alone.”
Her lips part on silent words.
“I won’t share you, Keira. Not your heart or your mind.” I reach a hand between us, sliding my fingers over her mound to her slit. She’s wet. Slick and fucking dripping. “Not with anyone. I’ll breathe nothing but you, and you’ll know nothing but me in return. No other man will exist. Not to touch you. Or to rule over you. Not your uncle. Not your father. And certainly not your fucking brother.”
I’m trying to scare her. Not a lot. Just enough to make her see what’s at stake.
“Do you understand?” I growl. “When it comes to you, I’m not only after the physical. I’ll demand more than you can imagine. More than you’re probably willing to give.”
This goes beyond sex. It’s about claiming her. Bringing her to my side—to my team. Stealing her away from a callous brother and a monster of a father. She doesn’t deserve the life they’ve given her. It’s not right that she was born into the wrong family.
“Sebastian…” My name is a plea to stop.
“I want to save you, Keira.” I grip her chin. “Please let me fucking save you.”
Her lips press together as she blinks up at me with concern. She wants to pull away, and I can’t let her. I won’t.
“You don’t need to live like this. You deserve better.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t.”
“Bullshit.”
“This is my world. I’m the same as my brother, Sebastian. I’m no different.”
“You don’t believe that.” I stroke her cheek. Run my fingers along her jaw.
“I do.” She brushes her lips over mine. “Maybe I’m worse.”
“You’re nothing like him.” I run the pad of my thumb over her clit, making her jolt. “You never could be. I wouldn’t be here if you were.”
I press harder on her sex, making her eyes roll.
“Oh, God.” She gasps. “That feels incredible.”
“I can make it feel even better if you say yes to me, baby.” I slide my fingertips through her slit, teasing her entrance. “Tell me you want this.”
She doesn’t rush to answer. She takes a moment, prolonging the anticipation that burns a hole through my chest.
“Yes.” She shudders. “I want you.”
A growl rumbles beneath my sternum. The victory is invigorating to the point of hysteria. She wiggles as I stroke her, a soft hum vibrating from her throat.
“Protection?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “If you’re safe, we don’t need it.”
“You sure?” I’m clean. I trust she’s the same. “I won’t ask twice.”
She cocks a brow. “And I won’t repeat myself.”
I smirk and grab her ass, yanking her to the edge of the table. There’s no space between us. We’re chest to chest. Hip to hip.
I grip my cock, ru
There’s never been a better feeling. Not physically. Not emotionally. I’m caught up in her. Tangled beyond the ability to get out unscathed.
This will change everything.
I squeeze my eyes shut, denying the thoughts any room in my mind, and thrust into her. Hard.
She squeals. I’m not convinced it’s a pleasure-filled sound. She turns rigid. Her hands gripping my shoulders like a lifeline.
“Keira?” Her pussy is suctioned around me, squeezing my dick within an inch of its life. She’s so damn wet. So fucking tight. “Are you okay?”
“It’s been a while. That’s all.” She murmurs in my ear as she clings to my shoulders. “Go slow.”
This woman is all about the torture. A leisurely pace is going to be hell to maintain. I grind into her. Retreating. Advancing. The gentle rhythm is a killer against my control.
In slow increments, she relaxes—her claws, her legs, her shoulders. She begins to roll her hips with my motions, undulating against me, kissing my neck, my jaw, my cheek.
She whimpers as I move. Moans.
God, the sound is fucking intoxicating.
“If you keep making noises like that, slow isn’t going to be a possibility for much longer.”
She chuckles. “Maybe slow is no longer necessary.”
She’s teasing me. Tormenting.
I don’t care. I can’t get enough.
She’s beautiful. So fucking gorgeous. “What are you doing to me?”
I rock into her. Faster. Harder.
She doesn’t protest, but those whimpers continue.
The room fills with the slush of her dripping pussy milking me. The slap of flesh on flesh. She curls a hand around my neck and arches her back, those perfect tits thrusting in my direction.
I lean over, sucking a nipple into my mouth. I nibble. I grate. I lap and lap and fucking lap until she’s jolting with pleasure.
“This is crazy.” Her thighs tighten. Her cunt grips like a vice. “I want to come.”
“Then do it, gorgeous.” I leave a trail of kisses along her chest, all the way to her neck, right below her ear. “Let go.”
She shakes her head in refusal, and I know it has nothing to do with a lack of want. It’s more than that. She can’t let down her guard. She won’t. Not entirely.
“Trust me,” I demand. Or maybe I’m begging. Pleading. “Trust me enough to enjoy this.”
She whimpers, not stopping the rhythmic undulation.
I can barely see straight. “Tell me what you need.”
“You,” she pants. “Just you.”
She throws her head back, leaning one hand on the table, all that smooth, flawless skin on display from neck to pussy.
A masterpiece.
A siren.
The perfect weapon that’s now in my very own arsenal. “You’re a fucking dream, Keira. You’re perfect. You’re mine.”
“Sebastian,” she whimpers. “Sebastian.”
Her pussy contracts around my dick, her orgasm hitting with a feminine moan.
I match her rhythm, slamming home. My balls tighten. The base of my shaft, too. I’m done. It’s all over.
I come, clinging to her, kissing her, my fingers gripping deep enough I’m probably leaving imperfections on her beautiful skin.
Nothing else in the world exists while I’m buried inside her. Not the past I’d kill to change. Or the temperamental present. And especially not the rocky future headed our way.