Page 187 of Under the Bed

The razor clanks as she drops it into the sink. She pushes off the wall, placing her foot on the floor. I follow her movements, like I did the first time I slept under her bed.

She’s getting close.

Closer. Closer. Closer.

“I heard you.” The tremor in her voice is my cue.

It’s the reason I snap.

I catch her ankle in a vise grip.

“Oh!” she gasps, kicking her foot. A feeble attempt to get me off her while I grab her harder and crawl out from under the bed. She doesn’t give it her best, even though she’s whisper-shouting, “Let go of me!”

Her fight gets her nowhere.

That’s what love is, isn’t it?

Fixation. Obsession. Domination.

Refusing to hear the wordno.

As I rise to my full height, I change my hold on her. I release her ankle and just as fast grab her hips, then neck.

Her heated flesh and racing heartbeat are why I’m throbbing in my sweats. Why I see nothing else other than her plump, gaping lips.

There’s only one light at the end of the tunnel for me. An intense force that pulls at my goddamn bones.

Shiloh.

Always Shiloh.

Our dirty game turns her on.

Me? It drives me fucking wild.

Patience.

She opens her mouth wider as a scream lodges in her throat. It practically vibrates beneath my fingers, and holy shit.

My filthy girl is asking me to stop her.

My absolute pleasure.

Using my hand on her hips, I yank her to my body. She’s flush against me, and I take advantage of her sexy gasp by shoving two fingers down her throat.

“Adorable.” My voice is husky, meant for her and her alone while I fuck her throat with my fingers. “You think you can scream? Think you have a chance of making it out of this alive?”

Her throat constricts around me. Her choked, gagging sounds annihilate what’s left of my humanity.

I take her to the bed, shoving her back on the mattress. Pushing her toward the pillows and crawling up her body. “You don’t.”

She opens her mouth to scream and fails a second time. I’m back to finger-fucking her mouth, caging her beneath me withthe other forearm close to her pretty face. I’m on my knees, legs bracketing hers.

There’s no escaping this.

Oh, she wiggles. Oh, she gives me a run for my money. She claws at my wrists. Growls at me.

She’s putting everything into it, her nostrils flaring with the effort.

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