Page 11 of The Verdict

“Jesus—fuck,” he snarled, those perfectly full lips curling like an animal just before he hoisted me higher, his mouth latching to my neck and sucking hard as he snaked one massive hand to my breast, cupping and shaping the weight.

Heat dripped like lava into my core, and I bowed into the touch with a husky moan. I forgot how good it was to be with a man—how good it could be.I forgot what it was like to feel anything—too afraid of what I might have to lose.

“Yes.” My head lolled back, begging him to bruise the length of my throat with his lips and score it with his teeth.“Dios mío, more.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said with a growl, plucking and teasing my nipple until my hands were clawing his head and his back for more.And he had more.Expert fingers pinched and twisted the aching peak to the point of pain like he knew just what I liked.

I curled my fingers in the mess of his head and tipped his head back, meeting the bright blue constellation of his stare. And then I wished on those stars. “Touch me,” I begged. “Please.”

I rocked my hips, feeling the length of his cock straining against his jeans. The rough material gave some relief to my aching sex, but not enough.

One big hand slid from my waist down between us. A whimper sprang from my lips when he shoved my wet underwear to the side, and his warm fingers pressed along my slit.

“Fuck,you’re soaked,” he rasped, dipping his fingers into my entrance and then stroking them along the seam of my pussy until he reached my pulsing clit.

Dios mío,I was going to die tonight. Not by Mars’s hands, but by Motorcycle Man’s. The rough pads of his fingers were like sugar on top of the sin of his touch.

His teeth sank into the side of my neck, a low noise erupting from his chest as he pinched my clit. Hard. And I saw stars. Bright, white, glittering stars.

“Yes!”I bucked and thrashed, coming so close to orgasm I could taste it. “Fuck me,” I begged, squirming against his fingers and drenching them.

In the dark, in this unused room, everything could be a secret.A one-night secret.

“Fuck,”he swore again, and then his fingers disappeared, leaving me to pant for a moment like I was held on the edge of a cliff waiting and trying to catch my breath.

A second later, the sultry slide of his zipper echoed through the room followed by his low, husky groan as he pulled out his cock.

My mouth went dry. I wanted to see him. To see his cock. To taste it. I wanted to see his big body and all his confidence come apart in my mouth. But there was no time for that.There was no reality for that.There was only this stolen moment where I needed to fuck the man who made me feel real… and who had killed for me.

“I need?—”

I gripped his shoulder and stopped him. “I’m on the pill.”

He stared at me, something feral glittering in his eyes in the dark. “You sure?”

I slid my hand to his nape and gripped it hard, pulling his mouth to mine. “Fuck me now or don’t fuck me at all,” I said, my body humming—the thrill of feeling…myself…return like the relief of a wave crashing on the shore.

“As you wish,” he growled and bit my bottom lip, sinking his teeth into it hard as I felt his cock push against my entrance.

I gasped, my body drenching the thick tip of him. And thenI felt something else, too. Something colder than skin—steel that wasn’t coated in velvet.Dios mío, he was pierced.

Thick. Long. Pierced. The thoughts whipped through my mind like machine-gun fireas he drove completely into me. He pummeled into my needy pussy like a madman. No waiting. No accommodating. No teasing. Just pure, raw sex.

And it was glorious.

Pleasure clawed away the façade I’d created over the last five years, tore down the mild-mannered, soft-spoken substitute teacher, and set free the take-no-prisoners badass who wasn’t afraid of danger… or her own desire.

My hips banged against the door as I met his thrusts, desperate for this visceral pleasure. The slick sounds of our bodies were masked by the symphony of rough groans and pants. He fucked me like a savage protector, and I clung to him like a wild damsel, begging for more.

I didn’t care that I didn’t know him; he could never know me. But we could have this. Like a shooting star bursting through the darkness of my life, I would hold on to this breathtaking moment and wish it could last even though it was impossible.

“Dios,yes.More.” I pleaded like a beggar each time the jewelry attached to his cock hit my G-spot, and when I came,it was less of an explosion and more of a complete evisceration.

I bucked wildly, and thank God he’d fused his mouth to mine because my scream would’ve sent hotel security busting down the door.

He drove through my clenching muscles so hard, I relished the thought that my thighs would be bruised in the morning. And then he sank his teeth into the crook of my neck and came with a ragged groan. His cock bottomed out inside me, filling me with heat, and I moaned at the sensation. It had been so long… I shivered and clung to every second like it was my last breath.

We stayed like that—him buried inside me, desire dripping onto the fancy carpet, strangled breaths leaking into the space—and listened. Waited as though we had to have been heard. But if we were… no one wanted to interrupt.

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