Page 67 of Hard Wired

“I still thought about it. I was tempted.” He brought his other hand to the wall at her side, caging her in. “If I’d been willing, would you have fucked me? Even with what you were planning later?”

Sylvie’s gaze lifted to his. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Her plump mouth was slightly open, and she smelled like heat and anger and desire.

Sylvie thought he was the bad guy? Fine. He would be.

He lowered his head until his lips were an inch from her ear. Close enough she’d feel his whisper against her skin. “Admit it. You still want to fuck me right now, even knowing what I am. Even though you hate me. You want me just as much as I want you.”

She grabbed his face and crashed their mouths together.

His tongue pushed in, battling hers, trying to reassert control.

Her teeth bit hard into his lower lip, making him grunt with a mix of indignation and lust. Dominic pressed her to the wall, maneuvering his thigh in between her legs. His dick felt long and heavy in his sweatpants, not even all the way hard yet.

Her fingers dug into his hair and yanked, forcing his head back. Then Sylvie put her hands to his shoulders and shoved. His legs hit the bed. Another shove forced him to sit on the mattress.

Her eyes were wild with fury.

He thought she’d had enough, that she might even slap him.

But instead, she went to her knees in front of him and yanked down the waistband of his sweats, uncovering his growing erection. He hadn’t been wearing underwear.

His brain was still trying to process these new developments when her lips closed around his shaft and sucked.

“Fucking hell.”

Oh, yes. This is happening.

Her mouth was rough and aggressive, like she was trying to punish him by devouring his cock. It was right on the edge between pain and pleasure. Then the sensation veered distinctly to one side.

“Just a sec. My foreskin.”

She lifted off. Dominic gripped his shaft, pushing the skin a bit higher. It had gotten tugged too far down.

“You’re not cut.”

“Adding it to the list of things you don’t like about me?”

She licked at the wetness beading at his slit. He figured that was as good an answer as any. Sylvie couldn’t stand him, but she wanted to fuck him.

He’d happily oblige.

Dominic shucked off the sweats the rest of the way and kicked them aside.

She took him into her mouth again, head bobbing. After several glorious moments, she released him. Her fingers took hold of his length instead, and her tongue lapped at his balls.

Dominic almost came when her mouth closed around his sac. “I’m too close. I need to slow down.”

Sylvie stroked him a few more times, like she was daring him to come, before backing off. She stood up, her lips swollen from sucking him. Her glasses were askew on her nose. He took them by the frames and set them on the dresser.

He didn’t want to think about what they were doing, or why. Dominic didn’t want to be her enemy. But if this was the only way he could have her—savage and angry—then he’d take it.

“I need you naked.” He waited a second, and she didn’t protest. His fingers wrenched open her pajama top, sending a couple of buttons flying. Creamy skin appeared, rosy-tipped breasts. So beautiful. He teased one nipple with his teeth while he tugged the other between his knuckles. Sylvie dug her hands into his hair again and pulled.

He pushed her pajama pants and her panties over her narrow hips. She stepped out of them. Some might’ve called her figure boyish, but to Dominic, it was all soft femininity. The long slope of her stomach, a slight flare where her hips curved into her thighs.

Sylvie fisted the edge of his tee. His arms lifted as she pulled the shirt over his head. They were both naked now. Her eyes went molten as she looked at his body.

Sylvie might hate him, but she still wanted him. Sometimes, Dominic resented that sex was the only thing he was really good for. But it was better than nothing.

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