Her head is still tipped back, eyes half-closed, chest rising and falling like she’s floating somewhere far from me. I keep my gaze on her, greedy for the remaining traces of what I just did to her. The flush on her chest. The tremor still running through her thighs. The dazed parting of her lips. I did that. I wrecked her with my mouth until she forgot how to breathe, and I’m not close to finished.

I reach for her phone where I had set it on the bed. I’d taken it the second we walked into the hotel, slipping it from her jacket before she noticed it buzzing. The heart beside the caller ID was enough to tell me exactly who it was. I answered without a sound, left the line open, and let him listen while I ruined her.

Now I turn the screen so she can see the name. Bradley.

“What the fuck, Dahlia? You’re mad at me, so you fuck somebody else? Get back home so we can deal with this.”

His voice bleeds through the speaker, sharp and accusing. My rage spikes, hot and clean, but under it is the deep, steady pull of satisfaction. He’s exactly where I want him. Forced to listen. Powerless to stop it.

I cover her mouth before she can say a word, my palm firm against her lips. Her breath hitches against my skin, but my eyes stay locked on the phone.

“You might as well forget her name,” I tell him, voice low and steady. “Because she’s never coming back to you. If you want to hear me fuck the shit out of her, make her come harder than you ever could, then keep listening. Otherwise, hang up now.”

Silence. Just the faint sound of his breathing, tight and uneven. He stays.

Good.

Bradley can sit there and choke on the sound of this.

I set it beside us and sit back on my haunches, dragging her legs over my thighs, leaving her right where I want her.

I fist my cock, slow and deliberate, each stroke measured. Veins stand out, the tip flushed dark, precum slicking my hand and making it glide easier. Her gaze snaps to it, eyes widening the second she catches sight of the metal. Five bars, gleaming as they run the length of me.

Her breath stutters, her mouth parting as she takes me in.

Most women hesitate the first time, maybe flinch or ask questions. Pride curls in my chest, sharp and possessive.

“You see what you do to me, pretty girl?”

Her eyes stay glued to my cock like it’s the only thing in the room. That tiny sweep of her tongue over her bottom lip nearly wrecks me because I know she’s imagining the drag of steel against the soft heat of her mouth.

And fuck if I’m not dying to give it to her.

It feeds something dark and greedy inside me, makes my cock twitch in my fist.

I chuckle low, the sound vibrating in my chest as I reach for her. My thumb circles her clit, slow and firm, bringing her right back into my hands. “For how much I’d want that,” I murmur, watching her eyes glaze with heat, “I have other plans for you.”

There’s a strangled noise, and her gaze flicks toward the phone, but I pull her back to me.

I grip her chin, firm enough that she feels it, and tilt her face back until her eyes find mine again. I hold her there, making sure she sees exactly how gone I am for her.

“Eyes on me,” I tell her, low and steady. “Only me.”

I line myself up and push in, slow and steady, feeding her inch by inch. The stretch makes her body tense, so I catch her mouth with mine, kissing her slowly, coaxing her to open for me. When she softens, I sink deeper. The bars slide into her one after another, dragging over her walls until I’m buried to the hilt.

Her gasp rips into my chest. No hesitation, just pure fucking pleasure.

I grind my hips against her clit, pinning her arms above her head with my fingers laced tight through hers. I press my forehead to hers, close enough she can’t escape me even if she tried.

“You take my cock so well.” She flutters around the piercings, clenching like she can’t get enough. “Your greedy pussy’s practically sucking me in.”

I stay there for a moment, buried deep, holding still while her body grips around me like it was made to take me. Every instinct I have is telling me to move, but I hold the line. Control is mine, not the heat driving me to pound into her.

I lift my head just enough to see her face. Her lashes are low, mouth parted, chest rising against mine. There’s a faint tremble in her arms where our hands are locked together, and I can feel every flutter inside her.

“Are you okay?” My voice comes out rough, lower than I intend, but steady. I need her answer before I give her more.

When she nods, something in my chest tightens. It hits low in my gut, deep and hot, the need to take her apart piece by piece and put her back together the way I want her. She’s still adjusting to me; I can feel it in the small hitches in her breath, the way her body tightens and then yields.

“If it gets to be too much for you, say stop.” The words come out like a promise, but we both know it is more than that. It is my line in the sand for her. Not perfect, but enough for tonight. I won’t push her too far this first time. There will be other nights. Nights where I find exactly where her limits are and what it takes to make her beg for me to break them.

She starts to nod again, but I stop her with my thumb across her bottom lip.

“Tell me, pretty girl.”

“I promise.”

“Promise me you’ll put your pleasure first.”

Her eyes search mine like she’s trying to figure out if I mean it. “I promise.”

“That’s my good girl.” I pull back just enough to make her whimper, then sink in again, grinding against her.

The sound she makes is pure sin, and I know he can hear every note of it.

I switch so I’m holding both of her wrists with one hand, my other gripping her hip to keep her right where I want her. I move again, finding that rhythm that makes her gasp and arch, chasing her pleasure.

I lean in until my mouth is at her ear. “You think he’s listening?” My voice is low, almost a growl.

A shiver runs through her before she even answers. Her thighs twitch like she’s fighting the urge to squeeze them shut around me. She doesn’t look toward the phone this time, but I can see the flush creeping up her neck, the way her chest rises faster. Embarrassment, arousal, both twining together until she’s trembling beneath me.

It makes my cock throb, knowing she’s this turned on with him still on the line.

I press my hips forward just enough to feel the slick drag of her around me. My breath brushes over her skin. “I hope he is,” I murmur, letting my voice sink deep. “I hope he hears every sound you make for me. I hope he knows he’ll never get this from you again.”

My hand slides between us, finding her clit without breaking rhythm. I circle it slowly, deliberately, watching the way her eyes flutter shut, the way she arches like she’s fighting the inevitable.

“Come for me again, pretty girl,” I tell her, my tone leaving no room for doubt. “Let him hear just how good I make you feel.”

Her hips push into my hand before she can stop herself, her body already chasing it. She’s close, so close, and I can feel every pulse of it through my cock. I keep my touch steady, just enough pressure to keep her teetering on the edge.

Her breathing turns sharp, shallow, her thighs tightening around me. Delicious little sounds spilling from her throat, and I know he can hear every one of them. I fuck into her with slow, deep strokes, my thumb never leaving her clit.

“Xander.” Then she breaks. Her whole body arches under me, a cry tearing from her lips that has my name all over it. I feel the heat of her release gripping my cock, the pulsing clutch of her around me as she comes hard. I watch her ride it out, her face wrecked and beautiful, every sound she makes sinking into me like a brand.

I hold her through every second of it, keeping my cock buried deep, grinding into her so she feels me in every twitch of her climax. My hand stays over her clit until the last shiver fades.

When her body finally slackens beneath me, I ease back just enough to see her face. She’s flushed, lips parted, hair sticking to her temples. Perfect.

“You still there, Bradley?” My tone is low, taunting. “That’s what it sounds like when she comes for a man who knows how to fuck her.”

I hit the red button without waiting for an answer and drop the phone to the side. Now, it’s just us.

I draw back and drive into her again, harder this time. She’s still so wet and tight that the sound of it punches through the air. Her legs tighten around my hips, pulling me in deeper, and I give her exactly what she’s asking for, her hands grasping my shoulders for support.

Every thrust is deliberate, pushing her right back to the edge. Her nails dig into my skin, her hips rolling up to meet mine like she can’t help herself. The sight of her like this, taking me without holding back, has my control slipping fast.

She sucks in sharp little gasps and tightens around me.

“That’s it,” I murmur against her mouth. “Come with me.”

Her eyes squeeze shut, her whole body pulling tight, and I let go, grinding deep and hard as she falls apart again. The pulse of her orgasm drags mine out of me, hot and hard, until there’s nothing left but the sound of our breathing and the weight of our bodies pressed together.

I stay there, still inside her, holding her like if I let go, she might disappear.

Her breathing is still ragged, chest rising against mine, skin damp with sweat. I release her hips and smooth my hands down her wrists to ease the ache from how tight I’d been holding her, rubbing slowly to bring her back down. I press my mouth to her temple, feeling the faint tremor in her body that tells me she is still mine in this moment.

“Easy,” I murmur, brushing damp strands of hair from her face. “You’re alright.”

I pull out slowly, watching her wince at the loss, and reach for the blanket at the foot of the bed. I tuck it over her, making sure it covers her from shoulder to toe before I settle beside her. My hand curves around her waist, holding her in place against me.

She looks up at me, still dazed, and I tilt her chin until her eyes meet mine. My thumb strokes over the smooth skin of her hip, marking the shape of her for memory. “You’re not going back to him.”

Her chin dips down in a sleepy nod.

When her eyes finally close, I keep mine on her. I watch the slow rise and fall of her chest, the slackness in her mouth. She thinks this was a one-night mistake. She thinks she can leave in the morning. She has no idea she is already mine.

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