Page 119 of Live for Me

The man moaned.

Fucking. Moaned.

Something inside me broke loose.

A waterfall of sorts, probably. The Niagara kind.

My body seemed to know what it wanted to do without much help from my brain. I didn’t have to wonder what I was supposed to do next or how, because it was just happening. From bouncing up and down until it felt like I might scream to just grinding back and forth to rub my clit against any part of him that I could use.

“Take the blindfold off, Memphis.” Utah’s voice was strained, like he was in pain. “Let me see how stunning you are when you hold all the power.”

I didn’t even stop to think about his words. I didn’t really need any explanation. I wanted to see his eyes, too. I didn’t bother to stop moving while I ripped the cloth from his face and slammed my mouth into his. I moved my hands into his hair to hold on by the strands rather than around his neck. He moaned right into my mouth, unleashing a fresh wave of whatever drug this feral creature inside me was currently high on.

Controlling my own movements was way harder the closer that I made it to that orgasm. It was harder to move, harder to breathe, harder to reach.

He chuckled again. “Take the cuffs off, sugar, and I’ll do it for you.”

The part of me that felt like he was challenging me wanted to make him stay right where he was.

“Take them off, and I’ll fuck you within an inch of your life, Memphis.”

Something about that was enticing, but I wrapped my arms around his neck again to grind my hips on him.

“You’ll have to beg me to give you a break,” he whispered against the side of my head.

I was fighting a losing battle.

All of those things were very much the things that I wanted anyway.

The power in his body, the presence of his mind when every thought in it was focused on me, the way his hands could make me do anything that he wanted.

I wanted all of it.

I paused to try to breathe and laid my head against his shoulder. “The keys?”

“Front pocket of my jeans.”

Forcing myself off his lap was a task all on its own. Something about the sudden absence of him was devastating every single time.

It took some effort to make my hands work again to get the key to the handcuffs from the pocket of his jeans. He stood and turned to face me as soon as he was free, and that tiny moment of anticipation before he took control of this night sent a chill racing through me.

He shoved the chair across the room hard enough that it toppled before it hit the wall. That had me giggling while he stalked toward me, and I backed away until I was against the door.

“If that noise doesn’t bring Jersey in here, itwillbring Indy to the other side of this door to try to listen,” I whispered while his hands went to both my cheeks. He kissed me but pulled away quickly as his hands shifted down to my hips.

“You’d better give him something to hear then,” he said and scooped his hands under my ass to lift me until I could wrap my legs around him. He reached under my leg to guide his dick back into me, and the man slammed into me hard enough that I was a little convinced we were about to break that door right out of the frame. Utah’s mouth went to my neck, and he sunk his teeth into my skin until an embarrassing squeak came out of me. His thrusts were punishing, each one slamming my back and my hips into the door.

“That’s not going to do it, angel,” he whispered against my neck. “He’d never hear that.”

He shifted his hold on me so that all of my body weight was being held in place by the pressure of his hips and his left forearm partially under me. His right hand went for my left nipple, and I whined at the sensation that came from the slight tug on the post through it.

So good. Everything about it hurt so fucking good that I gave up trying to brace myself with the hold I had around his neck to cover my mouth with my own hand. He chuckled against my neck and then bit it again until another muffled cry escaped.

“Just not going to give me the scream I want, are you?” he whispered.

That storm raged on the entire time that he fucked me in every corner of that room, on every surface, and against everything that could withstand the power of his hips.

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

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