Page 37 of Hide From Me

She shifted and my hand slid lower. The fucking dress was so short I had half a mind to burn the fucking thing after I got her out of it. I was ready to go rummage through her damn apartment and remove anything that looked like this little strip of fabric, if it could be called that.

“You are an asshole, you know that?”

I smirked. “Yes, I’m well aware.”

She tried to pull her hands free from my grip.

“How many others have watched me? How many others have invaded my privacy? Xander? Was he in on it? Zeiden? How about those guys at the bar?”

I wasn’t sure if she saw the anger behind my eyes, but she stopped and worried her lip.

“No one but me will ever see you, Rylee. No one but me will ever see what is beneath this dress.”

I slipped my hand beneath the hem of the dress, cupping her ass and running my fingers over her, the smooth roundness of her bottom, pausing at the lack of string or fabric of any kind along her hips. The dress rode up, and I found my way over her hip to the apex of her thighs. She gasped as I slipped my hand between her legs and cupped her pussy.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” was all I could say before I claimed her lips. I would be fucking pissed later, but right now? All I could think about was her bare in one of my clubs, taunting other men, and how I needed to own her.

FIFTEEN

rylee

He tasted like sin.Or what I’d always imagined the darkest of sins to taste like. I’d spent years imagining what he would feel like. And this? I’d gone too far to stop. I’d gone too far to think I’d get away from him at all.

The boy I remembered was dangerous, and this man?

I shivered as his fingers danced over my pussy.

In this moment, I realized just what I’d been missing over the years. Why I’d come back. I craved something. I craved him. But I craved the darkness that seemed to dance around him like a storm. I wanted to get lost inside of it.

His arm circled around my waist as he yanked me close. His pelvis pressed hard against me, and there was no mistaking that this wasn’t one sided. I doubt I’d been on his mind all these years, but at this moment, I didn’t care. I didn’t care if he’d ever thought about me as long as he remembered me now.

His lips were demanding. He broke the kiss for a single breath, and I sucked in air ready to drown again. His lips burned a hot trail over my jaw, down to the skin of my neck. I’d burn alive to feel this just this once.

Desperate need pulsed between my legs, and I lost my ever-loving mind. I clawed at the leather of the jacket he wore, tryingto pull it off of him. I needed more of him, and I wanted all of him.

His hand found my breast and squeezed to just this side of pain. I wanted him to own me.

“Fuck me, Cas. Stop torturing me.”

His knee slid between my thighs, pressing higher. I gasped as he put pressure against my throbbing pussy.

“You want me to fuck you? Ride my knee, show me just how bad you want me.” He chuckled in my ear.

I moaned as I shifted, and his damn knee was right there to set my entire body on fire. I craved to feel alive. I wanted to feel him remind me that he was why I was alive.

I arched my back away from the wall, and my pussy slid over the rough fabric of his pants.

“That’s right, blossom.”

His hands slid around to my ass, the hem of my dress already riding up and hiding nothing at all.

His fingers bit into the flesh of my ass cheek as he pulled me towards him, dragged my aching core over his thigh.

“Tell me, blossom. When you slide that tiny little vibrator through your sweet little cunt, are you thinking of me?”

My nipples pebbled as he licked the skin of my neck.

“I—” my voice quivered as he pulled my hips, and I groaned as I did what he’d asked. Sliding myself over his thigh, chasing the feel of the pressure I’d always craved.

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