Rough Edge (The Edge #1)(13)

I slid my cheek to hers and whispered in her ear, “I want to destroy you.”

Her hand tightened in mine so tightly I could feel our bones. Her glands must have fired, because the apples and the perfume melded and became something so uniquely her my balls ached—but not for simple release. For something more. An agreement of ownership.

Waiting wasn’t an option.

Pulling her by the hand, I headed for the hallway.

“Caden,” she said when we were away from the event, “slow down.”

I didn’t. I couldn’t. I pulled her down the carpeted steps to the lower level, stepping over a velvet rope at the bottom. The lights were out in the hall. Three doors led to three empty event rooms.

“What’s with you lately?” she asked.

“Are you saying no?”

“I’m asking a question.”

I backed into one of the rooms and pulled her in. It was dark but for light coming from under the doorways on each side. The Thing cowered in the shadows, emitting fear like a pheromone. Good. I walked in deeper, eyes adjusting quickly enough to avoid the tables and stacks of chairs on wheeled dollies.

“So am I.” I faced her. “Are you saying no?”

“What are you hoping I’ll say yes to?”

“I’m going to pull that dress up until I can get to these hard nipples.” I pinched them through the dress and she gasped. “Then I’ll bend you over one of these tables and fuck you so hard walking’s going to hurt. Are you saying no?”

“I’m not. But I want to know what’s going on with you.”

“Pull your dress up before I shred it.”

Scaring her wasn’t my plan, but there was fear in the air. I had no choice but to breathe it in.

The fear didn’t come from her. As she pulled her dress over her waist to show me her thong and the lace edges of her stockings, she bit her lower lip. The fear I detected was in the shadows.

I stepped behind her.

The Thing was going to watch me.

I pushed my hand up between the fabric and her skin, taking that taunting nipple. I twisted it. Pulled. She gasped.

“Say stop if you need to.” I drove my other hand under her thong and ran four fingers over her soaking cunt.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” I pushed my cock against her ass, speaking into her ear.

“Stop. Don’t stop.”

“Does it hurt?” I abused her nipple again.

“Yes.”

“I should stop?”

“No.”

I looked over her shoulder, into the shadows, and asked, “You like it?”

I pinched her clit, and she released an nnn sound through her teeth.

“Yes.”

Yanking my hands away, I pushed her into a table, bending her sharply. When she tried to get up on her hands, I shoved her down by the base of her neck. Her earring fell over her jaw and clicked against the table.

Her ass was round and smooth in the dim light. Too perfect. Too well-formed. I slapped it. She gasped, trying to look back at me. I pushed her down harder and slapped again.

A little voice made me want to check on her again, but I slapped her one more time and she smiled.

That was all the answer I needed. I forgot about the Thing. Forgot about how much it wanted her. There was only Greyson and me in a dark room with our suddenly elastic boundaries. I ripped her thong at the crotch.

Unleashing my cock, I slapped her ass one more time before I set myself at her entrance. She braced, and I jammed into her. She grunted, because beneath the dress and the sparkling earrings, she was an animal too.

I took her, pressing her down at the jaw so I could hook my thumb in her mouth. “Who owns you?”

“Oh, God,” she said around my thumb, eyelashes fluttering.

“Wrong answer.” I thrust deep and hard. “Who owns your body?”

“You.”

“Don’t forget it. Do you hear me? You’re mine. Your cunt is mine. Your tits are mine. You’re going to come and that’s mine.”

We didn’t talk like that, hadn’t until that moment, and it was satisfying, as if I’d been waiting to say it for too long.

“Say it.” I fucked her like a punishment, grinding deep. My thumb slid out of her mouth.

“My body is yours.”

“That’s right.” I reached around and found her clit, flicking it. “Who owns this?”

“You.”

“Say it.” I rubbed it with all four fingers.

“My cunt is yours. Only you, Caden. Only you.” She’d gone a step further than I asked, and my blood raced. Still, she went on. “I’m yours.” She stifled a cry.

“You’re going to come.”

“Yes.”

“It’s mine.”

“Yours.”

She was so close. I leaned down and bit her trapezius as it tightened. Right at the base of her neck, clamping down until she jerked, and I growled in my throat, holding her still.

The whirlwind gathered and the Thing wept.

When I let go, she had a wet arc of marks where I could see them. Perfect. Driving deep into her, I took her clit until her legs went stiff and her mouth opened in a silent scream.

Yes. That was mine. Her mindless pleasure. Her hooked fingers. Her red ass. My bite mark. The cyclone of desires surrounding us flipped me over again. I was her lover and her tormenter. Her husband and attacker. Her pain and my pleasure spinning in a centrifuge.