Page 111 of Mexico Can Choke On It
“Oh, for the love of—stop being such a fucking gentleman.” She pulls back, stepping out of my reach. “I wantyou,” she continues. “The guy who grabbed my ass like he owned it thirty seconds ago. The beast you keep caged… The one who forgets to be proper… who takes what he wants. Let me hear those filthy sounds you make when you stop behaving.”
Her fingers trace her breasts up to the straps of her dress. Every muscle in my body coils tight.
“I’m not here for the trust fund version of Bryce Sterling. I want the guy who finger-fucked me in the wild.”
The crimson fabric slides off her shoulders like water, pooling at her feet. And underneath—
Mother of God.
She’s in nothing but red lace and fuck-me stilettos, and damn if she isn’t a combination of every filthy thought I’ve had since puberty. Her black hair spills over one shoulder, and her tattoos peek out from the lace like secret promises. I want her clutching the sheets, screaming my name in pleasure and begging for more.
“You’re…” I swallow, my voice thick. “You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”
She doesn’t roll her eyes. Doesn’t deflect. She stands there. Sheownsit.
Which turns me on more.
I close the space between us, fingertips ghosting along her collarbone then down to the delicate script tattooed along her ribs. I watch her breath catch as her skin pebbles beneath my touch.
Yet again, my brain tries to bulldoze the moment. “I feel compelled to mention. I can’t offer anything beyond tonight. My life is… complicated.”
What the actual fuck is wrong with me? I should be worshipping this woman.
Her face goes blank for a heartbeat. Then, her wicked smile returns.
“I get it. In your world, girls like me are supposedly looking for a baby daddy and a mansion. But to be clear, I’m not applying to be Mrs. Sterling. I’m just curious to see if your dick lives up to myverylow expectations.”
Her challenge makes me want to test her limits.
“There you go again. Thinking I won’t impress you.”
“Oh, Moneybags. I’m not one of yournice girlstrained to lie there and clap politely after two minutes of mediocre effort. If you want praise, you’re going to have to earn it.”
My cock throbs with purpose, but for one terrifying moment, doubt cuts through the heat.
What if she does walk away unimpressed?
She holds her ground, confident and smug, as if my hesitation proves her point.
Instead, it lights a fire in my gut.I want to ruin her.
To proveherwrong. Tostep into this version of me—the one she pulled to the surface—and show her he’s not only real…
He’s dangerous.
I lean in, my lips teasing the shell of her ear. “What if I can’t choose just one way to fuck you?” My fingertips skate across the intricate lace covering her breast. “What if I want to explore them all until I find the position that makes you forget your own name?”
Her breath stutters. “Stop overthinking and show me. I trust you.”
Trust? From Petra? That’s not just rare—it’s sacred.
Every civilized instinct I possess evaporates.
I claim her mouth with bruising intensity as my hands span her waist and lift her up. She’s ignited—legs locking around my hips, heels digging into my spine with force, nails carving promises into my skin. The rough lace of her bra collides with my chest, creating delicious friction.
I walk us to the bed, our mouths locked in battle, and drop her—rougher than I intended. She bounces, laughs, and spreads her arms, a delicious offering. She surveys me with predatory satisfaction and a grin that could topple governments.
“What’s your personal record?” I ask, prowling closer. “Most orgasms in a single night?”
