“Roxie Ricci,” Cristian murmured into my ear, his hands all over my body before I could even open our front door.
He moved his lips down the column of my neck, sucking and biting on my skin and leaving blotchy red marks that would tell everyone I was his.
Once I finally steadied my hand enough to push the key into the lock, I shoved the door open and stumbled into the high-rise with Cristian behind me, unzipping my dress and pulling it off my body, my heels staying on for tonight. With all the straps, they had by far been the hardest thing to get on tonight, and I didn’t need the hassle of trying to take them off while Cristian was f*****g me.
He wrapped one hand around the front of my throat, the other over my mouth and nose, making it hard for me to breathe, pinning me against the kit
