Page 98 of Jagger's Remorse
Good. Let him spread the word.
The moment the door closes, she's on me.
Hands fisting in my cut, pulling me down for a kiss that tastes like victory and violence.
Her tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming and demanding. "Fuck, that was hot," she breathes against my mouth, already working at my belt.
"Which part?" I back her against the table, caging her with my body. "The negotiation or the threat?"
"Both. All of it." She hops up on the table, wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me flush against her. "The way they looked at me. The way you looked at me. Like I'm something dangerous."
My hand finds her throat, feels her pulse racing under my palm. "You are dangerous."
"Say it again."
I grip tighter, just enough to make her breath catch. "You're fucking lethal, little dragon. A beautiful nightmare wrapped in skin and sin."
She moans, grinding against me, and I can feel how wet she is through her panties.
"Here? Now?"
"Here. Now. Before I explode." Her hands are frantic on my zipper. "Need you inside me. Need to feel owned after owning them."
I'm already hard—have been since she started tearing into Ortiz.
There's something intoxicating about watching her wield power like a weapon, knowing this brilliant, vicious creature chooses to be mine.
I push her skirt up, tear her panties off with one sharp pull.
"Those were expensive," she protests half-heartedly.
"I'll buy you more." I thrust two fingers inside her, finding her dripping. "Jesus, you're soaked."
"Told you. Power makes me wet." She rocks against my hand. "Stop teasing and fuck me."
"Impatient little dragon."
"Always. You know this."
I do know.
Know she gets wound tight during negotiations, needs the release of surrendering control after maintaining it so perfectly.
I line myself up, push inside in one smooth thrust that has her head falling back, exposing the column of her throat.
"Fuck yes," she hisses, nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt. "Just like that. Hard. Want to feel it during the party tonight."
The party.
Right. Celebration for the new route.
But right now, all I care about is the way she clenches around me, the way her head falls back in abandon, the little sounds she makes when I hit just the right angle.
"That's it," I encourage, setting a punishing pace that has the table creaking. "Take what you need. Take it all."
"Always do." Her hand snakes between us, finds her clit, circling in tight movements that match my thrusts. "Fuck, the way you fill me. Like you were made for this. Made for me."
The sight of her touching herself while I'm inside her nearly ends me. Her face is flushed, lips parted, completely lost in sensation.
