My knees hit the cold tiled floor first, the sting jolting up my legs, but he didn’t give me a chance to even breathe. His hand gripped the back of my neck, forcing me to stay low as he pressed himself against me from behind, his breath hot and ragged against my ear.
“You think I’m done with you?” His voice was deep, dangerous, and thick with heat. “Not even close.”
The pounding in my chest mixed with the way my body screamed for him, every nerve awake. I tried to push up, but his other hand caught my wrist and slammed it flat against the floor, pinning me like I belonged there.
“You’re shaking,” he said, lips brushing my jaw. “Scared?”
I nodded without even realizing it, my throat too tight to form words.
“Good.” His grip tightened. “Stay that way.”
Then his hips shoved into me, a h
