The thought makes my heart sing.
Threading my fingers through his hair, I try to drag him closer, desperately needing more as my orgasm begins to climb.
My skin burns, feeling like it’s too small to fit my body as he drives me higher and higher.
The second he pushes two thick fingers inside of me, I’m teetering right on the edge of the cliff, more than ready to dive right off with him at my side.
“Come for me, Hellcat,” he growls, curling his fingers in just the right place.
My toes curl, my back arches, and I scream out his name as my release slams into me.
It goes on and on, and when he finally pulls back, his chin glistening under the minimal light from above with my release, aftershocks ripple through my body.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, babe.”
In contrast to his words, he fists the front of my dress and drags me from whatever counter he had laid me out on. He drags me into his body, his grip on my bare arse burning before my back slams against the door.
“Theo,” I gasp when the burning heat of his cock strokes through my folds.
“Say yes, babe,” he demands again, as if there was even the slightest chance I’d ever say no right now.
“Yes. Yes. Fuck me, boss.”
His hips thrust forward at the same time he drops me down, and he fills me so fucking full that I feel him everywhere.
“Oh my God,” I moan, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I fight to adjust to his size.
Fuck, I’ve missed this burn.
Latching onto the soft skin beneath my ear, he sucks until I’m crying out for him once more. My thighs clench as my heels dig into his arse, desperately needing him to move.
“You good?” he whispers, and my heart tumbles in my chest that even in this moment, the cruel, depraved monster before me actually thinks to check if I’m okay.
“Yes, yes,” I chant, clawing at his shoulders, wishing there weren’t as many clothes between us and that I could scratch his skin until I left my marks behind.
The second he circles his hips, all my thoughts fall from my head, every single bit of my focus going to what he’s doing to me.
“Fucking missed you, Hellcat. Miss you so fucking much,” he groans as if he’s in physical pain.
“Theo, please. Fuck me like you own me.”
I gasp when his hand wraps around my throat. He pulls his head back and stares so deep into my eyes I swear he’s looking straight into my soul. “I fucking do own you, Emmie Cirillo.”
I cry out as he thrusts into me, his fingers tightening on my throat.
He begins fucking me with a relentless rhythm. My body burns as an inferno blazes beneath my skin. His searing touch leaves intense tingles in its wake as sweat begins to gather at my hairline and trickle down my spine.
“Who owns you, Emmie?” he grunts, beginning to lose control, his movements becoming more and more erratic as he chases his release.
“You. You do.”
“Who does?” he booms, clearly not happy with that answer.
“You do, Theo. You fucking own me.”
Releasing my throat almost as quickly as he claimed it, his fingers find my clit.
“Holy shit,” I hiss as he pinches me with the perfect pressure and I go flying off the cliff once more, but this time, he’s right there with me. His cock jerks violently inside me as his lips slam down on mine, swallowing my cries as my body pulsates around me.
Our kiss slows as our heart rates return to normal, and I drown in everything about this guy holding me up, wishing that we were anywhere but in the middle of a packed club, fucking in a storage cupboard.
“We never should have left the hotel,” I confess into his gentle kiss.
“At last,” he says lightly. “Something we agree on.”
I can’t help but laugh, suddenly feeling lighter with some of the weight I’ve been carrying around lifted.
“I’m pretty sure we agree on more than just that.”
“Oh yeah?” he asks, nuzzling my neck, licking at the sweat covering my skin. “Like what?”
“Like we’re going to be doing that again tonight.”
“More than once.”
I groan, my body sagging in his hold.
“But right now, you’re going to go and clean up, and then we’re going to dance.”
I pull my head to the side so I can look at him.
“You want to dance with me, boss?” I tease.
His hand cups my jaw, his thumb brushing over my swollen bottom lip.
“I want to feel my wife grinding all over me before I take her back to the hotel and make her do it all over again. Naked.”
A shiver of need rushes through me.
I think about his words for a moment, making his lips twitch in amusement.
“Speak to her nicely and she might consider it.”
“Is that right, Hellcat?” he asks, nudging my nose with the tip of his.
“Yeah. Mentioning just how many orgasms she might get out of the deal could help.”
“Well lucky for her, she’s going to get more than she can count,” he promises, his eyes blazing with the challenge I just set.
“Big words, boss,” I tease, feeling him hardening inside me again at the thought alone.
“You know I love a good challenge. I wouldn’t be standing here right now if I didn’t.”
I swat his shoulder playfully. “Hey.”
“Best win of my life, babe.” Pulling out of me, he places me back on my feet before tucking himself away.
The second my knickers poking out of his pocket catch my eye, I reach out and steal them back.
“Hey, I wanted them for my collection.”
“Trust me. You’re going to want to see them on me later. Probably almost as much as you don’t want me walking out there in this obscene dress without them on.”
His eyes run down the length of me appreciatively before he nods.
“Something else we agree on.” He steps forward, reaching under my ridiculously short dress and cupping my pussy. “This is mine,” he growls, dipping into me, collecting up his cum and pushing it deeper. “And only mine.”
“Yours,” I agree.
“Whose idea was this dress? I need to buy them a drink. Or maybe a house or something,” he jokes.
“Calli made them.” His brows rise in surprise. “You like?”
“Like?” he asks, slipping a second finger inside me, making me hot for him all over again. “I fucking love it. I might burn the rest of your clothes and make you wear this all the time.”
“So having your name and your ring isn’t enough.”
I realise my mistake the second the words fall from my lips, because I don’t have his ring.
Not anymore.
And it fucking kills me that I lost something so precious.
“Theo, I—”
Ripping his fingers from inside me, he paints his fingertips across my bottom lip before pushing them into my mouth, leaving them there until I’ve licked them clean, tasting the two of us mixed together.
His pupils dilate once more as he studies my lips.
The second he pulls them free, I try again.
“Theo, I lost—”
But then his other hand lifts and something red catches the light above us.
“Oh my God,” I breathe, not believing what I’m seeing.