Page 105 of Brutal Unionn
He doesn’t respond. Instead, he sits back on his heels, his hands moving to unbuckle his belt and unzip his slacks. He doesn’t take them off—just pushes them down enough to free himself. My eyes drop to his cock, thick and hard, already glistening at the tip. My mouth waters at the sight, but he doesn’t give me the chance to indulge in anything more than a fleeting glance.
He leans over me again, his hand fisting in my hair once more as he positions himself at my entrance. His eyes bore into mine, intense and unyielding.
“Tell me you want this.”
“I want it,” I breathe, the words trembling on my lips.
“Say it louder.”
“I want it!” My voice is firmer this time, laced with desperation.
He smirks, satisfied, and then he’s pushing inside me in one swift thrust. I cry out, my body stretching to accommodate him, the sensation so intense it borders on overwhelming. He doesn’t give me time to adjust—he starts moving immediately, setting a ruthless pace that leaves no room for thought.
His grip on my hair tightens, forcing my head back as he drives into me again and again. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with my gasps and his guttural groans. Every thrust sends jolts of pleasure through me, building a pressure deep inside that threatens to explode.
His free hand grips my hip, holding me in place as he fucks me with a single-minded intensity that leaves me powerless to do anything but take it. My nails rake down his back, leaving faint red lines in their wake, and he growls in response, his pace quickening even further.
“Is this what you wanted?” he rasps, his voice rough with exertion.
“Yes,” I choke out, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Louder.”
“Yes!”I scream, the word torn from me as he angles his hips just right, hitting a spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
He chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying the way his relentless rhythm has me writhing beneath him. His hand leaves my hip, sliding up my body to cup my breast through the thin fabric of my robe. His thumb flicks over my nipple, the sensation sharp and electric, and I moan loudly, my back arching off the bed.
“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice low and possessive. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp, the words spilling out without hesitation.
He groans, burying his face in the crook of my neck as he thrusts harder, deeper. I can feel myself unraveling, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until it snaps, sendingwaves of ecstasy crashing over me. My body clenches around him, milking him as I cry out his name.
He doesn’t stop—he fucks me through my orgasm, his movements growing erratic as he chases his own release. With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself as deep as he can go, his hips jerking as he spills inside me with a guttural groan.
We stay like that for a moment, both of us trembling as we come down from the high. His grip on my hair loosens, his hand sliding down to cup my cheek instead. He kisses me—softly this time, a stark contrast to the intensity of just moments ago.
When he pulls back, his eyes meet mine, dark and still burning with residual heat. I lean in trying to steal another moment for ourselves when Aoi's voice screeches through the walls.
“If you messed up her perfect face I will skin you alive, Sho!”
Sho’s jaw twitches. I blink, startled—then press my lips together to stifle a laugh.
Instead, I fall forward into his chest, stifling a chuckle that breaks through anyway. “God,” I mutter against him. “She’s terrifying.”
Sho lets out a low, amused breath into my hair. “You should see her when she’s calm.”
I push away from him with a small smirk, adjusting the robe over my shoulder. “Go before she kills you, and me.”
With a lazy salute and one last glance that drags across my body, he grabs some of the clothes we’d thrown around the room, and slips out the door.
The moment it clicks shut, Aoi enters without knocking fromthe other side. She stops in the doorway, sharp-eyed and silent for a beat too long.
“I told you not to smear the lip,” she mutters under her breath.
“I didn’t,” I say, wiping the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand, then looking at the stain. “He did.”
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