“Troy,” I gasped as his teeth slid down my neck.
“f**k you,” he grunted. “Need to f**k you. Right now.”
I couldn’t give him the promises he wanted, but I could give him me. My body. My need. A language we both understood. I needed him just as much as he needed me.
Reaching between us, I yanked open the fly of his jeans and dragged the zipper down. The second my hand wrapped around his hard c**k, he let out a guttural grunt and pumped into my palm, then slammed me against the wall like he couldn’t get close enough.
In one brutal move, he lifted me, spun me, and growled against my ear, “Hands on the wall. Now.”
My whole body trembled, heat and adrenaline tangling until I could barely breathe. I obeyed, pressing my palms flat to the cold wall, and he shoved my pants down hard, ripping my
