Take (Need #2)(72)

He shakes his head and grabs my wrist as he drags me down the hall. “I can’t wait that long.”

“So where—”

He cuts me off. “I know the manager. Told him I needed to borrow the break room.”

We step through a door with an Employees Only sign and into a nondescript cinder block hall.

As soon as the door closes, I wrench my arm from his grip. “And does he know what for?”

His jaw ticks, and he adjusts his glasses. “Yes.” The word is gruff.

“Brayden.”

“He doesn’t know who, Kira. Just told him I needed time with a girl.”

My jaw juts out, and I cross my arms in front of me. “A girl? So, this is a habit of—”

I’m cut off again as he curses under his breath and lifts me up and over his shoulder in one smooth move, making me yelp.

It takes me a second to gain my bearings, but he’s already storming down the hall. All I can see are the back of his legs and the floor. I crane my head up, noting the camera sitting above the door we walked through.

It’s not the only one.

Shit.

Someone’s been getting a show. Someone we may know is watching us.

Someone who may know what’s coming, because he’s probably done this before.

Blood pulses through my veins in a growing, heated fury.

“Answer me, *!” I slam my fists into his lower back. “Is this one of you and your buddies’ designated spot where you f*ck girls?”

There were such spots. Over the years, on more than one occasion, I watched guys take different girls down secret corridors, much like this.

How many girls has he f*cked here? How many girls are dying and have died to be whisked away like this to some secret spot?

“Not here,” is all he says.

Not here? Confirming that he has f*ck spots around town, but saying he hasn’t done it here. I don’t believe it, believe him.

A door slams open and we move out of the corridor and into another one, passing yet another camera. I flip off whoever might be watching.

“Put me down!” I begin to struggle against him, trying to push off him, but his arm is wrapped against my leg, hand latched only inches from my *.

“Calm down! Kira, I wouldn’t take you to any of those spots.”

“But you have them!” My voice is high, even to my own ears, a stupid lump in my throat. All the girls before me. All the girls that weren’t me and should have been.

I hate it and the tears clouding my vision.

He heaves a deep sigh, his pace slowing, and his fingers release their death grip. Instead of letting go, letting me get away from him, his thumb begins to caress along my inner thigh.

Small, teasing circles that make my clit twitch in anticipation each time he swipes millimeters from my panties.

“I need you, the girl I love, right here, right now. No one’s going to stop me. Not even you.”

“So, I’m the f*ckdoll this time?”

“No, you’re the woman I want to do dirty things with over and over and over until the end of time. And right now, I can’t wait. Not even another f*cking second.”

The fight in me dissipates. What he said turns all my resistance off, leaving me relaxed, pliant. Words I’ve always wanted to hear strung together in sentences that make me relent.

I use him, but he wants me. Not just to get off. Somehow, I finally get it—he really does want me for more than a f*ck. He wants more than sex, even when I can’t give that to him.

“Okay.”

He caresses my thigh, almost in praise for giving in, and turns his head to kiss my hip. The pace picks back up and he slams open another door, kicking it shut with his foot. The world spins again as he flips me back over and onto a small table in what looks like the break room.

His eyes are dark, heavy with the lust that drove him to search me out. The black frames surrounding them only accentuating it all.

“What happened to your contacts?” I ask.

He reaches up to remove them. “Ran out, waiting for new ones.”

I shoot my hand out to stop him. “Leave them on.”

He gives me a smirk and a nod before grabbing onto my thighs and dragging me closer. We’re inches apart, so close I begin shaking in anticipation.

“So f*cking demanding.”

“Me?” Seriously? My eyes narrow. “You’re the one that stormed in here and—uhn!”

His lips are on mine, the force bending me backwards as I arch up. There’s a soul-sucking desire that breaks every defense down until my body is molded to his, arms around his shoulders pulling him closer.

Needing him closer.

My teeth scrape against his bottom lip, biting it as he rocks against me.

“Baby, I need inside you so badly. Need to come. Fucking fill you with me.”

“Fuck!” I hiss out.

He needs to shut that dirty mouth up or I’ll come before he’s even inside me.

Reaching between us, mouth still on mine, I hear the zipper a split second before the hot head of his cock hits my *. He pushes my panties to the side and shoves his cock in.

My eyes pop open, meeting his, then pleasure, lightning filled shudders move through me. His hips don’t even pause, pumping, pushing him deeper until there’s nothing keeping him from bottoming out with each stroke.