Page 126 of Bitter Heat

“I’ll burn your fucking wings.”

“You have me for a year. After that—”

His mouth closing over hers swallowed her voice. He gripped her hair, angling her face for him. Her mind went blank as he swamped her senses with him—his taste, his touch, his will. There was a darkness to Roth that had drawn her in like a moth to a flame. Ford’s squeaky-clean manners hadn’t done it for her. It was Roth’s aggression and rough edges that drew her in. She wanted authenticity, a rare commodity in her world. People were constantly hedging their bets or kissing someone’s ass for a favor. Roth hadn’t bowed to her father’s decrees. He wanted to get to the top through hard work. Back then, he made it clear that he desired her and never made any false promises. That was why she believed him in London. He never lied.

His hand went between her legs. Her underwear was no barrier. She gripped his jacket and pulled him against her. She didn’t know how to feel about him, but the bitter heat he ignited overruled her anger and hurt. He was right. This was all that mattered. She just prayed it burned out before she got singed.

He groaned when he discovered how wet she was. When she rocked her hips against his hand, he cursed and fumbled with his pants. It took him seconds to free his penis and sink into her as if he couldn’t bear to be apart from her. He detached their mouths and pressed his forehead against hers.

“Look at me.”

She opened her eyes. He glared at her as he slid in to the hilt. She wrapped her arm around his neck and pressed her forehead against his. The layers of her skirt were a crumpled mess between them.

“No one else but me,” he growled.

She stroked his beard and fingered the scar on his neck. “I know.”

His hand came over hers and brushed over the massive ring. She saw the dark flash of satisfaction in his eyes.

“You’re mine.”

And he was hers. They had changed roles. Now he was the one who was sought after and admired. He was an eligible bachelor that any of her friends would love to claim. Dai’s reaction to him slid through her mind, and she dug her nails into the back of his neck. He was the bad boy who fucked like a god and would give it to them dirty. Women sensed it instinctively and would do anything for a taste. That was why Dai had hit on him minutes after he’d fucked her. They wanted a man to wreck them like he could… For the next year, this beast was hers.

He wrapped his hand around her throat and pushed her back. He loomed over her, his weight bearing down on her to force himself as deep as possible. She gasped, limbs jerking as she processed the pain and pleasure.

“Say you’re mine,” he demanded.

The turbulence in his black eyes told her his control was in shreds. His façade was cracking as it always did in the bedroom. After weeks of playing his game, she wasn’t about to wave the white flag. She might wear his ring and bear his name, but she wasn’t going to give him everything.

“Jasmine,” he said raggedly as he thrust into her, face screwing up with pleasure as she flexed her inner muscles to torture him.

She yanked on his shirt and was pleased when the buttons popped free. Her hand skimmed over his hot flesh before that hand on her neck forced her down again.

“You’re mine,” he said again.

When she raised her brows at him, deliberately not repeating his demand, he froze. She hissed as he planted himself deep.

“You want to play games?” he asked as he grabbed her bottom lip and bit.

When she didn’t tap out, his hand landed on her clit and applied pressure, making her squirm. He released her lip, and she immediately swiped her tongue over it, sure he had broken the skin. He hadn’t, but it hurt like a bitch.

“Say you’re mine before I mouth fuck you.”

“That’s a threat?” she scoffed. She didn’t sound as tough as she wanted to because she was panting like a bitch in heat.

He straightened and hauled her off the bed. He carried her toward the fireplace and settled her on her knees on the white rose petals. As she looked up at him, he twisted one hand in her hair.

“Hands behind your back,” he ordered.

She did as she was told. He paused for a moment, but she didn’t balk. She held his eyes and saw something shift in the black abyss before he said, “Open.”

Once more, she obeyed. He held her head steady with both of hands as he slid into her mouth.

“Ever since I saw you wearing this color, this is all I could think of.” His lips peeled back from his teeth as he sank into her moist cavern. “Those purple lips wrapped around my cock. Yes.”

She kept eye contact as he pulled back and slid in again. He seemed mesmerized by the sight of his cock disappearing into her mouth. When he tried to pull back again, she leaned forward, impaling him deep in her throat. Roth tipped his head back and let out a tormented groan as she choked and then withdrew.

“Jasmine,fuck.”

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