Page 52 of Steel Rain

She laughed again, choked, and weak. But with that same bite that always accompanied her stinging words.

She spread her thighs, and my nostrils were filled with the familiar scent of woman. Of that female arousal, sweet, and musky. My tongue got thick as I imagined licking between her legs, and the sudden urge to do so with complete and utter violence was frightening the parts of me that were human.

"If you want it ..." A corner of her lip tilted up in a smirk. "Come and claim it."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

She was going to be the end of me. She was going to destroy me in a way that I'd never recover from. I knew that if I tasted her, if I felt her tight heat around my cock again, out here in this wild setting, then I'd be a complete goner. All of my carefully created lines, and a lifetime of compartmentalization would crumble not like glass, but like sugar.

"You should go, Sin." I sat back, putting my hands behind me and leaning my weight onto them, because I couldn't trust my stupid palms to do what I told them. I couldn't trust my arms not to encircle her and hold her to my body until I squeezed our skin together and she was no longer able to tell where she ended and I began.

She brought one elegant arm up, resting her wrist against her forehead.

"And here you were, threatening me with a good time." Her smirk became a smile, and I wanted to take her lip in my teeth and draw blood.

She needed my marks. My hands, my teeth, a small burn on her inner thighs from the scrape of my stubble ...

All the while, I knew it was wrong. I knew that she was breaking my organization, my order, my neatly packaged life, and bringing in her particular brand of chaos. But I wanted it. Her compulsive, unpredictable nature. The way she surprised me, and made me crazy.

"I'm sorry," I said as I tried to lean further away from her. I should get up and go away. I should get out of her presence, and never be alone with her again.

Holy fuck, I had forgotten that she was my student. My trainee. My subordinate.

I was supposed to guide her, and teach her, and here I was … ready touseher!

But I couldn't move. “I have never once fucked a subordinate, or a trainee, and I sure as fuck shouldn’t do that now.”

She sat up, mirroring my current position, her hands behind her as she put her weight on her arms, her legs bent in front of her, still wide open, calling to me like a fucking siren.

"It’s too late for that." Her humor disappeared.

"No." I answered honestly. “We can stop this.”

We need to stop this. But I couldn’t … yes, I could!

I'd be sorry if I didn't get my cock between her thighs right now. Since the mat, it had decided thatshewas its new home.

I bet she was a screamer. A fighter in all things. Even sex.

My eyes shut, imagining her beneath me, my arm around her throat in a rear naked choke while my cock pistoned between her plump ass cheeks, plunging in and out of her tight pussy.

"You need to go." I told her again, looking down at the hand around my knife. I looked at her neck where the small red line was. It hadn’t drawn blood. It was barely a papercut, but still.

I am not this kind of man! What the fuck was I thinking?

She shook her head, staying exactly where she was.

"If you don't go, I can't be fucking responsible ..."

"Do you want to fuck me again, Ajax LeBlanc?"

Her candidness didn't even surprise me. Not anymore.

"Fuckingwill be an understatement for what I will do if you don't get out of here. Right. Now."

It was a fair warning. The last one I would give her. Still, there was a twinkle in her arctic eyes, like the sun reflecting off a sharpened icicle dangling from an awning.

She reclined back on the ground, the cold ice dampening her coat.

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