ARYA
His body caged mine, all heat and muscle and reckless power, and I wanted more. I needed more.
I barely had time to breathe before he spun me around and pressed me against the cold wall. My palms braced against it, paint smearing under my fingers.
He pulled me back by the hips and slammed into me, hard, a cry ripping from my throat.
Gods, he felt too good. Too right. And I was so f*****g tired of pretending I didn't crave him.
"f**k—" he growled behind me, the sound of his deep voice making my toes curl. "You want it rough? You need to be ruined, don't you?"
"Yes," I gasped, my voice shaking. "By you."
There was no hesitation after that. No mercy. Just the brutal rhythm of his hips slamming into mine, each thrust knocking the breath from my lungs. I didn't want gentle. I wanted
