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“You will.” He presses the swollen head of his cock to my entrance. His gaze locks with mine in the mirror as he drives all the way in until his hips clap my cheeks.

Motherfucker. Will my body always be this addicted to him?

His hand wraps around my throat like a collar. He has a strong grip, the muscles in his hands built from years of playing guitar, but he is controlled and careful. “You’re intoxicating, Little Vandal. My perfect fucking woman. The way we fit together... look at how well you take me. Look at us.”

My head swims. All of my senses are heightened.

The molten intention in his eyes is punctuated by a roll of his hips. “I won’t lose you again. Won’t let you go. I can’t. I’ve been in love with you for longer than I can remember. Far longer than I ever admitted to. I’m infatuated with you. Completely fucking ruined by you.”

The sound of his hips slapping my ass grows louder, wetter.

I drop my head as a cry escapes me. I’m so close. Almost there.

“Riot?” Sonatina’s shrill voice through the locked door is accompanied by her pounding on it.

It pierces through the haze of lust, sending my impending orgasm skittering like it’s terrified of the psychopath on the other side of the door. I pull away from Riot. “This was a mistake.”

“No, it wasn’t.” Riot’s hands tightens around my airway. Locking my eyes with his, he swaps angles to hit the spot.

Oh... yes... there it is.

“You belong here. With me. You’re not going anywhere.”

I should push him away, but I don’t really want to. I can’t make myself do it when it feels this good. And the idea of really upsetting Sonatina only makes it hotter.

“I know you’re in there.” Sonatina bangs on the door again. “Open this door.”

“Go the fuck away,” he growls.

He moves his hand from around my neck and presses two fingers to my lips. When I open, he pushes them inside. Stroking my tongue, he mimics the moves he’s making with his cock. He bends over me. His voice is deep and gravelly. “Suck, Little Vandal. Show me how well you would work that tongue around my cock.”

I wrap my tongue around his digits and hollow my cheeks.

“You’re in there with your band slut. That’s why you won’t open the door, isn’t it?”

He removes his fingers. “Come for me. Come so fucking hard you scream for me. I want her to hear you. I want everyone to hear you. I want them all as fucking jealous as I was that night you taunted me by screaming Kodiak’s name. Don’t think because I never mentioned it, I haven’t thought about it every fucking day. Wished it were my name you were screaming while you were riding my cock.”

This time my orgasm is unstoppable. Even with Sonatina calling me a slut, my body gives in to Riot. I scream loud enough that there’s no way Sonatina could miss it.

He doesn’t hold back either. The sound of our bodies slamming together grows louder. He grunts as he covers me, his hands gripping the countertop next to mine.

“You can’t do this to me,” she shouts.

“Fuck.” His cock pulses as he comes. His hips still with him buried all the way inside me. Like he plans on never leaving. Like we belong this way. To each other.

I wish it were so. I wish he would act like my Dom outside the bedroom. Hold my trust. Put my needs first. And allow me to feel like I’m what’s important to him.

But he doesn’t. I keep seeing flashes of that man in him. It’s just not enough. I whimper... “Skittles.”

“Kelsey?”

“Get the fuck out of me. Now, Riot. I swear—”

He steps back, leaving me empty in more ways than one. And that brings reality crashing back in.

“Kelsey.” He repeats my name. Says it like he can tell that whatever this moment was, now that it’s gone, he has lost me again.

Sonatina is still hammering on the door, reminding me of all the reasons Riot and I broke up in the first place.