Page 99 of Colton

“Pretty when they’re all you’re wearing.”

I sink my teeth into my lower lip without thinking, and then his gaze darkens.

We barely make it into my apartment before he presses me against the wall, his lips crashing down on mine, his hands rough but thrillingly familiar as they stake their claim.

I hold his face, our tongues fighting for dominance as we groan and claw at each other’s clothes.

“You fucking left me.”

Colton grabs me by the throat and pins me to the wall, my chest heaving. His lower lip is bleeding, probably from my harsh kisses, but I don’t care. I just want him.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper as his eyes narrow. He knows I don’t apologize to anyone.Ever.

“Oh, that’s okay then,” Colton remarks with a grin that sends chills down my spine.

Is he going to kill me after all? If he is, please let him fuck me first.

My heart leaps into my throat when he tightens his grip on my neck, his eyes scanning mine. I swallow, air tightening in my throat as I struggle to breathe, but I’m too lost in the pain in his eyes to care.

“Colton,” I whisper, as black dots fill my vision.

His body trembles with barely contained rage and desire. I can see the pupils dilating with each ragged breath he takes. The sight of him, angry and dangerous, sends a thrill of fear and excitement coursing through me.

I want him to hold me down and fuck me wearing nothing but that expression.

He pulls me towards him, his grip loosening a fraction on my throat. A scream escapes me, but it’s not from fear. It’s from the rush, the adrenaline, the sheer exhilaration of the moment.

His hands pin my wrists above my head. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, his familiar breath hot on my face. I want to inhale him.

“You think you can tease me?” he growls, his voice a low rumble. “You think you can play with me?”

I smirk up at him, my body writhing beneath his. “I like games,” I taunt, my voice barely a whisper.

He’s here, he’s fucking here with me!

My body craves him so badly, I arch against him, needing his touch.

He makes a sound deep in his chest, a mix between a groan and a growl. He releases one of my wrists, his hand trailing down my body, his fingers shoving into me, curling expertly. I gasp, my body arching into his touch.

“Games, Luella?”

Oh my God, that voice.

“You fucking left me.”

I did.

“Are you going to punish me?” I gasp with delight as he stops, stiffening against me.

“That’swhat you want, Luella?” My body convulses when he says my name, his other fingers moving beneath my dress, dancing up my bare thigh. “Is that why you bypassed the panties, hmm? Or did you want that small town freak fucking you tonight?”

He finger fucks me so expertly, I let out a desperate moan at the intimate contact. He makes me want him so fucking much. I’m throbbing, my walls clenching around him as he stares down at me. I can barely keep myself straight against the wall, my body slumping against it with each expert thrust.

“I wanted you,” I breathe, becoming undone beneath his fingers. “Always you.”

He knows my body, knows what I like, what I need. He manipulates me with elite precision, his fingers playing me like an instrument. I can feel the orgasm building, the tension coiling tight in my core.

“You’re not allowed to come,” he tells me, his voice harsh, his eyes burning into mine. “If you fucking come, I’m going to destroy you.”