In Between Her Legs.

Chapter Fourteen: Ruined for Him

He steps into the shower, his back to me, muscles flexing as the water crashes over his broad shoulders, sliding down the ridges of his back, pooling at his feet.

I should wait.

Wait for him to call me in. Wait for him to grab me, throw me against the tile, and own me.

But I can’t.

I won’t.

I strip off my dress and step inside, the heat of the steam wrapping around me, making my skin prickle as I press my bare chest against his back, my hands sliding over his damp muscles.

His whole body tenses.

Then, he snaps.

In a blur of motion, he spins, his wet hands gripping my throat, pushing me up against the cold tile.

"You think you can just walk in here without permission?" His voice is dark, lethal, his breath hot against my lips.

I gasp, my hands gripping his wrists. "Please."

His grip tightens not enough to hurt, just enough to own. "Please what?"

I tremble, my legs already weak. "Please wreck me."

Something in him shatters.

His mouth crushes against mine, his tongue invading, taking. His kiss is brutal, wet and desperate, his teeth dragging over my bottom lip, biting, punishing.

Then he lifts me.

One hand grips my thigh, the other still at my throat, and in one devastating thrust, he’s inside me.

"f**k!" My head slams back against the tile, my nails clawing at his shoulders as his c**k splits me open, stretching me, filling me too deep, too fast.

"You needed this, didn’t you?" he growls, his hips slamming into mine. "Needed me to ruin you?"

"Yes," I sob, my body jerking with every punishing stroke.

He pounds into me, his strokes deep and brutal, the slap of wet skin echoing off the tile. My legs tighten around his waist, my walls squeezing his c**k, trying to keep him inside, but he only grins.

"You think you can hold me, baby?" he taunts, pulling all the way out before slamming back in. "You think you can control how I f**k you?"

I scream, my nails dragging down his back, my entire body burning from the inside out.

His thrusts get faster. Harder.

His c**k drives into me with a force that steals my breath, my vision blurring from the sheer intensity of it.

"You take me so f*****g deep," he grits out, his wet fingers slipping between us, finding my c**t, rubbing mercilessly. "This p***y belongs to me."

I explode.

The orgasm crashes through me, violent and all-consuming, my legs shaking, my body writhing in his grip as I squirt all over his c**k.

"f**k, yes," he groans, his strokes turning wild, slamming into me through the aftershocks, making my body convulse with another wave of unbearable pleasure-pain.

But he’s not done.

Not even close.

He pulls out suddenly, my body gasping at the loss, and before I can catch my breath, he drops me to my knees.

My mouth waters.

His c**k stands thick and angry in front of me, slick with my release, the veins bulging, the head flushed dark with need.

"Open," he growls, gripping the back of my head.

I part my lips just as he shoves inside.

I choke, my throat stretching as he thrusts deep, his grip tightening as he f***s my mouth like he’s possessed.

"That’s it," he grunts, watching me struggle to take all of him. "Swallow my c**k, baby. Let me feel that pretty throat."

Tears spill down my cheeks, spit dripping off my chin, my throat aching from how deep he’s driving.

"You love this, don’t you?" His voice is pure sin, his hips snapping forward, making me gag. "Love being used like a filthy little thing."

I moan around him, my eyes rolling back, my nails digging into his thighs as I suck him harder, my tongue swirling, my throat tightening around his length.

His body jerks.

"f**k," he snarls, his grip bruising. "I’m gonna come so deep, baby. I’m gonna paint this f*****g throat."

I whimper, sucking him harder, my jaw aching, my lungs burning

And then

With a roar, he erupts.

Thick ropes of heat spill down my throat, his c**k throbbing, pulsing, his groans raw and wrecked as he holds me down, forcing me to swallow every drop.

"f**k, yes," he groans, shuddering, his fingers gripping my scalp, his body shaking through the aftershocks.

When he finally pulls back, I gasp for air, my lips swollen, my face messy with him.

He stares down at me, his breathing rough, his eyes dark and hungry.

"Get up," he orders.

I obey.

Because I already know

This night isn’t over.

Not even close.