Page 99 of Brutal Union
Because I feel it too—the magnetic ache, the constant hum of him beneath the surface of everything I do. Even when I hated him. Even when I tried to forget him. He was always there, the quiet force behind every decision I made. And now, hearing it—feeling it—something deep in me settles. Like his words were always meant to live in the raw, unguarded place between my ribs.
I stare up at him, the heat of my body trembling beneath skin stained with someone else’s blood.
My breath comes out in a ragged burst. “Just fucking say it, Sho.”
He huffs a soft laugh, low and rough in his throat, and before I can blink, his arms pull me into him. We’re both on our knees, chest to chest, the space between us erased in an instant. His skin is warm against mine, bare except for the thin waistband ofthe gray lounge pants hanging low on his hips. His torso is solid heat, all tan muscle and tension, the ink of his tattoos shifting over his ribs with every breath.
“I love you, Nadia,” he says, his voice quiet but unmistakably certain.
And then I’m on him.
The words hit me like a match to dry earth. My blood-slick hands reach for his shoulders, dragging across skin. I crash my mouth into his without care for the blood, the filth, or the trembling edge I’m standing on. There’s no grace in it. No sweetness. Just pure need.
He grunts beneath me, mouth catching mine hard. His hands don’t hesitate—one cups the back of my head, fingers threading into my damp hair, while the other grips my waist, pulling me down flush against him. I straddle his lap without thinking, jeans stiff with dried blood and knees digging into the floor, my tank top clinging to my skin, streaked with sweat and the aftermath of the man I just killed.
But Sho doesn’t flinch.
Not at the blood.
Not at the spit still clinging to my cheek.
Not at the way I kiss him like I’ll never have this again.
He meets every frantic push with calm, every wild kiss with something deeper—slower. His lips move against mine with the ease of someone who’s waited for this moment and won’t let it slip away.
When I pull back, breathless and raw, our foreheads rest together, his chest rising fast against mine. I feel the damp heat of my own skin smearing against his, the metallic scent of blood thick in the space between us.
“I’m disgusting,” I whisper, the words slipping out before I can stop them.
Sho lifts my chin again, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“No,” he says. “You’re mine.”
His words ignite something primal in me, a fire that refuses to be contained. I press my body closer, feeling the hardness of his desire through the thin fabric of his pants. My hands slide down his chest, nails dragging lightly over his skin, leaving faint trails of sensation that make him shudder beneath me.
He groans softly, his hands gripping my hips tighter. “Let me feel you,” I murmur, my voice husky with need. His muscles tense as I shift slightly, aligning myself perfectly over him. The friction is electric, sending waves of arousal coursing through me. His breathing quickens, becoming ragged as I begin to rock against him rhythmically.
“Nadia,” he growls, his voice strained with restraint. But I don’t stop; instead, I increase the pace, grinding harder against him. Each movement is deliberate, designed to drive both of us wild with desire. His hands move from my hips to my ass, squeezing firmly as he encourages my motions.
I lean forward slightly, capturing his lips once more in a deep kiss. Our tongues dance together passionately as our bodies continue seeking release through our intertwined forms. His hands roam freely across my back before slipping underneath my tank top to caress bare skin.
Heat floods between my legs when his fingers trace along sensitive areas on either side of my spine causing goosebumps to rise all over my body. Breaking away from our kiss momentarily for air only intensifies this feeling further because now we’re locked eye-to-eye while still maintaining physical contact through slow rhythmic movements which neither seems willing or able to interrupt just yet.
“Take it off,” he commands hoarsely, referring to my top. I snake my hands down, but Sho’s hands are everywhere.
He pulls at the hem of my tank top, yanking it up and over my head until it’s a crumpled mess on the floor beside us. My breath hitches as his palms skim up my sides, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. His touch is electric, setting every nerve in my body alight. I arch into him, desperate for more, and he doesn’t make me wait. His mouth crashes into mine again, hot and demanding, as one hand cups my breast, thumb circling my nipple until it stiffens under his touch.
I moan into his mouth, my hips grinding harder against his. The friction is unbearable, my body trembling with the need for relief. He breaks the kiss, his breath ragged against my neck as he works his way down, teeth grazing my collarbone before sucking at the sensitive skin there. I gasp, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
“Sho,” I breathe, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. He growls in response, his hands sliding down to grip the waistband of my jeans. He doesn’t ask permission, doesn’t waste time—just pops the button and drags the zipper down in one swift motion. I lift my hips impatiently, and he yanks them off along with my socks, leaving me in nothing but my panties.
His eyes darken as he takes me in, his gaze raking over my body like it’s the first time he’s ever seen it. “Fuck, Nadia,” he mutters, his voice rough with desire. He leans in, his lips trailing down my chest, each kiss sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. When his mouth closes over my nipple, I cry out, my back arching off the floor as he sucks and teases, alternating between gentle nips and hard pulls that leave me gasping for air.
His hand slides lower, fingers slipping underneath the thin fabric of my panties to tease at the wet heat between my legs. I bite my lip to stifle another moan, but it’s impossible to stay quiet when he strokes me with such precision, his fingers sliding through my slick folds before pressing firmly against my clit.
“God, Sho,” I whimper, my hips bucking against his hand. He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine, and increases the pressure, his fingers moving in steady circles that have me on the edge in seconds. I can feel the tension building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I’m ready to snap.
He leans up, capturing my lips in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, swallowing my moans as he continues to work me with his hand. It doesn’t take long before I’m coming apart, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm as I cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders.
