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Holy. Fucking. Shit.

This man has been blessed by whatever higher being crafted him into existence. He towers over me and Paige. If I had to guess, he would be about 6 feet 3 inches. He’s bulky, clearly spending hours at the gym and likely eating my weight in food. Emerald, green eyes are framed by dark lashes, emphasizing their seductive allure. My fingers itch to grip onto his reddish-brown hair that is short on the sides and long at the top. Freckles are scattered across his face, and his lips are plump, absolutely kissable.

Even the slight crook of his nose accentuates his handsome face.

I blink rapidly, pulling myself out of his trance. With a smile, I wrap my arm around Paige’s shoulder.

“Sure is. My little Paige here turns twenty-one today.”

His face lights up when he smiles. His teeth are straight and white. A shiver travels down my spine when I see the point of his canines.

I wonder if he bites.

“Well, I was coming over here to see if you lovely ladies wanted to accompany me and my friend. We were going out for a late dinner.”

“Sure!” I say excitedly before my brain catches up.

Paige’s head whips to me but I ignore her glare.

His face lights up, and I’m once again stunned by his attractiveness. He holds out his hand. “Great, we’re leaving now. My name is Rhys.”

“Sarah,” I say, taking his hand. My skin buzzes with electricity when I feel his calloused palm.

I reach out to Paige and pull her along as he walks toward the exit.

After meeting Declan –Rhys’ friend – we climb into their SUV. I sit in the passenger seat, Rhys in the drivers. Paige and Declan sit in the back.

“Anything in particular you want to eat, Paige?” Declan asks.

“I’m not really that hungry, so you guys can choose,” she mutters timidly.

“I honestly can go for a fat cheeseburger,” I chime in. My stomach rumbles at the thought of a greasy cheeseburger.

I feel Rhys’ gaze on me just before he shifts in his seat. He turns the ignition, then reaches for the shifter.

“I know a great diner about 10 minutes from here.”

* * *

“So, I assume you own the club since you guys were able to get through that door in the VIP lounge that was obviously locked?” I ask, gulping down my sparkling water. The carbonation deliciously fizzes in my mouth.

“Declan owns the club. I’m just the muscle, sweetheart,” Rhys replies with a wink.

My eyes unabashedly travel down his broad frame.

“I can see that.” I nod, meeting his eyes.

Rhys watches me with a hunger-filled gaze and my core clenches.

The sexual tension between us is euphorically suffocating.

I meant what I said to Paige in the club. This guy looks like he could fuck you into a wall if he wanted to. I have no doubts in my mind that Rhys is the type of man who will dominate in the bedroom.

I hope I get to find out if my guess is correct.

My breath hitches when I feel his hand rest on my knee. My eyes flash to his. His emerald gaze is pure, unadulterated lust.

He watches me, seeing if I’m going tell him to stop.

When I don’t, his hand slowly slides upward. My heart gallops in my chest, my blood heats, and my core weeps for his touch.

He scoots closer, his knee touching mine. I can’t suppress the shudder that escapes me.

My breath becomes shallow and needy.

His dark chuckle drips with sex. I nearly combust in the middle of the diner when I feel his hot breath skate up my neck.

“Tell me, Sarah,” he whispers in my ear, and I slowly close my eyes when he cups my pussy. “Are you wet for me?”

I give him a subtle nod and tip my hips slightly.

“What do you say to us getting out of here, huh?” He presses a finger lightly against my clit. The warmth of his skin burns through the layers of my clothes.

“Yes. Yes, please.” I roll my hips into his hand.

“Begging already?” he teases. “I can’t wait to hear you scream for me when I claim this pussy.”

A quiet moan falls from my lips.

He has a filthy mouth.

Of course, he has a filthy mouth.

He presses a gentle kiss to my neck before pulling away. I instantly mourn the loss of his touch.

Wow.

This man oozes sex and I am here for it.

He pulls out his phone and types away before returning it to his pocket and straightening his shoulders.

“I ordered us a ride,” he says when his eyes meet mine.

I’m nodding before I even register his sentence. This man could tell me we’re going to commit a murder tonight and I’d gladly tag along. That’s how muddled he’s made my brain.

We clear our throats, pulling Paige and Declan’s attention away from each other.

“We just called an Uber. We’re going to head out.” He slides out of the booth, and I follow.

“Will you be okay, P? Do you want to come with us, and we can drop you off at home?” Based on how close she’s sitting next to Declan and how relaxed she seems, despite her timidness, I’d guess she’s enjoying his company.

“I can take you home,” Declan whispers, leaning slightly toward Paige.

She tucks her chin into her chest. A tint of pink spreads over the bridge of her nose and her cheeks.

“Okay,” she murmurs.

“Alright, it’s settled. I’ll see you later, Declan. Bye, Paige.” Rhys wraps his hand around mine, but I remain unmoving.

I watch Paige for a moment, making sure she’s truly okay with her decision before I meet Declan’s eyes.

“I know your face, Declan. I will hurt you if something happens to Paige.” I narrow my eyes so he can see the promise of pain.

“I got her, Sarah. Rhys has my number. I can text him once I drop her off and he can let you know.” He barely contains the amusement in his voice.

I nod then blow a kiss to Paige before intertwining my fingers with Rhys’ and striding toward the exit.

* * *

We’re ripping at each other’s clothes the second the door to his apartment bursts open. Using his foot, Rhys pushing it shut and it rattles the walls with a slam.

His mouth captures my moans. Our tongues dance together in a heated kiss.

We’re completely naked within seconds.

His rough, callused hands grip onto the back of my thighs and he hoists me up. My legs instinctually wrap around his waist. My core presses against the firm muscles of his abs, the warm of his skin sending a whole new level of heat through me.

He stalks down the hallway and into a bedroom. I yelp when he tosses me onto the bed.

“I’m going to fuck you bare, so I hope you’re on birth control. There is no fucking way I’m going without feeling your wet cunt squeezing my cock.”

“We’re good. We’re good. Just, please fuck me,” I breathe, pushing my hair away from my face so I can look up at him.

The urgency oozing from my voice is foreign. I’m never needy. I’m the one always in control. But fuck, this man is something else. My body buzzes with anticipation. Begging for him to take me as he wants.

He smirks and slowly strokes his cock.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

I feel my heartbeat thrumming in my core and my muscles involuntarily squeeze. He quickly grips my ankle and yanks me to the edge of the bed.

“Not before I taste what is mine,” he growls. The hunger in his voice is completely primal.

My knees are pressed against the mattress, leaving me completely exposed to him. My hips jerk when he blows air onto my wet folds. I yelp when a sharp slap meets my clit.

“Don’t move or I’ll have to tie you up,” he teases.

My pussy pulses and slickens further at the thought of him binding me to the bed and fucking me senseless.

“Do it,” I challenge.

A dark chuckle falls from his lips then he dips low.

I cry out when his lips envelop my clit, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue flicks rapidly, sending wave after wave of agonizing pleasure through every nerve ending.

He moans deeply with each suck and lap he makes to my pussy. I’ve never been with a man who truly acts like he’s enjoying eating my pussy. Rhys is devouring me and clutching onto my thighs, completely immobilizing me. I have no choice but to succumb to nirvana. Each swipe of his skilled tongue lifts me higher and higher. My thighs begin to shake. Just as I reach the peak, he pulls away.

“Why did you stop?” I whine. My clit pulses in rhythm with my heartbeat, my hips roll as I try to relieve the desperation of my core wanting to be filled.

“You’re not ready for me to tie you up, baby.” Rhys flips me onto my front then pulls my hips upward. The move is so fast, my world is spun on its axis.

“Keep your face in the mattress and your ass in the air,” he orders.

I rest my head on the mattress. My ass is on full display for him, just as he demanded. My fingers grasp onto the black silk sheets. I’m so turned on that I don’t know how long I can wait before I burst into tears and plead for him to put me out of my misery.

“Fuck, this ass is something else,” he whispers almost reverently.

I moan when his hands roughly grip my ass cheeks. He spreads them then I feel his thumb circle my tight hole.

“I’m going to fuck this once I finish destroying your cunt,” he promises.

My eyes roll to the back of my head. “Please. Please. Please.”

His hands release my ass cheeks.

SMACK!

I cry out in pleasure when his palm connects with my flesh. I barely have time to suck in a breath before he’s plunging his thick cock into me. The stretch burns and I feel so. Fucking. Full.

Rhys wraps my hair around his fist, pressing my face into the mattress as he animalistically takes me from behind.

“Fuck!” I scream into the bed sheets. He hits a spot so deep with each thrust, it’s pure ecstasy.

His cock is so thick, I feel every delicious ridge and he slides in and out of me.

I’ve never in my life been fucked the way I am in this moment.

It’s feral.

It’s dirty.

Hell… It’s everything.

“That’s it, baby. Scream for me,” He growls, then pulls my hair, forcing me to kneel. My back presses against his chest. “This tight little pussy is mine.”

I’ve never been a religious woman, but I’m about to say my Hail Mary’s from how wickedly sinful this feels.