Owned by Fate (Serve #1)(41)

Looking as though he were in pain, he rolled his forehead against hers. “Who the f*ck is he? Tell me now, goddammit.”

“He’s a source,” Caroline whispered, damning herself. By giving him an explanation, she was acknowledging something between them. “For a story I’m working on. That’s all.”

Jonah scrutinized her for long moments, as if trying to gauge her honesty. Growing impatient for more of him, Caroline brushed her lips across his, back and forth, until he finally surrendered with a deep groan. There was nothing gentle about their kiss. He took her mouth with enough passion to melt every thought left swimming in her head. Arms still locked above in his grip, Caroline went boneless against the wall, being forced to absorb every ounce of his lingering fury. He abused her mouth with his teeth, kissing her until she went dizzy from lack of oxygen, then giving her only a single gasp before continuing his punishment. When he finally released her mouth, Caroline gulped in a lung’s worth of air.

“How can I miss you this much?”

His barely audible question filled Caroline’s eyes with tears. “I don’t understand it, either,” she answered breathily.

Between her legs, his palm began moving in slow, rhythmic circles. She could feel how damp her panties had gotten as they kissed. Judging from the flair behind Jonah’s eyes, he’d noticed, too. “Ah, baby…” he crooned. “Where else did you miss me? Tell your master.”

Caroline’s thighs began to shake, her stomach drawing tight as a bowstring. “Inside me,” she confessed against his lips. “Everywhere.”

Jonah’s chest rumbled with satisfaction over her answer. One finger edged her panties aside and pushed past her slick entrance, teasing in and out. “I’m going to f*ck you hard against this wall, Caroline. Just like I should have done our first time together, before I knew you’d make it so goddamn difficult for me to have you again.”

She sucked in a breath. “Can we? Here?”

“Don’t question me.” He added a second finger and thrust them both deep, licking his lips when she cried out. When he spoke again, his voice radiated intensity. “Anywhere, Caroline. I’ll take you anywhere. If I were dying of thirst in the desert and I knew you needed a good f*cking, I would find a way back just to give it to you. Can I make it any clearer?”

“N-no.”

“No, what?”

“Master,” she corrected herself quickly. “No, Master.”

Jonah finally released her hands to peel the soaked panties down her legs. Their lips interlocked, but didn’t kiss, as the material slipped to the ground. Caroline brought her shaking hands to his belt and unbuckled it before carefully drawing down his zipper. The farther the zipper descended, the harder he bit into her bottom lip, only relenting when she gasped. His erection pressed urgently into her hand, and she fleetingly realized he wasn’t wearing underwear. Why that fact somehow made her even hotter, Caroline had no idea. Nor did she care.

“Please, I need you.”

He soothed her swollen lip with his tongue, all the while roughly tugging her dress up over her hips. “Ah, sweetheart. Do you have any idea how raw you’re about to get it?”

“Show me.” She savored his arousal, the steeliness of it in her hand, wanting to go on touching him but also ready to cry unless she felt him moving inside her soon. Feeling bold, Caroline positioned his thick erection between her legs and dragged it through her wetness, gasping when it encountered her most sensitive spot. Jonah didn’t give her a chance to repeat the action, throwing her higher on the wall with a guttural noise, rolling on a condom from his pants pocket, then slamming into her with force that rendered her incapable of releasing the scream trapped in her throat.

Jonah went still, burying his face against her neck and muttering epithet-filled oaths. She didn’t understand a single word and yet knew exactly what he meant. With Jonah locked inside her, she felt complete for the first time in days. It crashed over her with startling clarity, the cause of her discomfort and anxiousness all week. The realization was accompanied by a warning flitting through her brain. This reliance is bad. So bad.

“Stop.” Jonah raised his head to penetrate her soul with lust-crazed eyes. “Stop thinking about how we got here. You think I don’t know how crazy this is that I can’t concentrate anymore unless you’re with me? Unless I’m inside your tight little body?” He kissed her angrily. “I’m right there with you, Caroline. Just focus on me and we’ll ride it out.”

Caroline nodded dazedly; her lips moved but no sound emerged until Jonah wrenched her thighs up around his waist and began to move. He slid out and shoved home once, twice, hips pumping methodically, before something inside him snapped and he began to f*ck her. There really was no other word to describe Jonah pounding into her relentlessly, his hard flesh reaching deeper with each drive. Incoherent moans fell from her lips, urging him to keep going, begging him to take her even harder.

“Do you know what I was going to do when I reached your table, Caroline?” He breathed the question into her ear, words delivered in time with his hips’ bucking movements. She bit her lip and shook her head in response. “I don’t know, either. But I suspect it would have gone something like this.”

Suddenly, Jonah dropped her legs to the ground and pulled out of her. Caroline cried out in protest, reaching for him, but he spun her toward the wall. She only had a quick glimpse of him, agonizingly male and intimidating in the moonlight, then all she could see was her hands braced on the concrete. When his palm connected with her bare bottom, the sting felt glorious. A rush of energy, incredibly potent and sweet, sang through her veins. The combination of power and defenselessness toppled the last of her inhibitions. Using the wall for support, she pushed her ass higher into the air, seeking more punishment from his hand.