Page 265 of Fractured Allegiance

Her hand slips between us, pressing against me through my pants, fingers curling, testing. My jaw locks, a curse torn from my throat. She watches me with those wicked eyes, her voice a taunt. “So much for control.”

I seize her wrist, pinning it above her head, grinding against her so she feels every inch of my restraint. “You think this is me losing it? You haven’t seen anything yet.”

She leans forward, lips brushing my ear, tongue flicking against the edge. “Then show me, Agent. Show me how far you’ll go before you break.”

The way she says Agent makes my blood roar. It’s an insult and a seduction at once, her reminder that she knows I’m lying to her, but she still wants me inside her.

I release her wrist only to shove her hands to my chest. She pushes, nails scraping down again, leaving trails that sting. I catch her mouth in another bruising kiss, swallowing her moan when I slip my hand into her pants, fingers finding bare heat.

She gasps against me, thighs tightening around my hand, her nails biting deeper into my chest. “Fuck, Silas—”

I grin against her mouth. “Say it again.”

Her eyes flash. She drags my lower lip between her teeth, tugging until it hurts. “Fuck. You.”

I plunge two fingers inside her, hard, claiming space. She jerks, a choked moan tumbling out before she can swallow it down. Her head tips back against the wall, lips parted, eyes burning into mine.

I curl my fingers, stroking deep, slow enough to torture, rough enough to remind her this isn’t gentleness—it’s possession. Her hips grind down against my hand, chasing it, demanding more.

“You’re already unraveling,” I whisper against her throat, teeth grazing the skin. “And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

Her laugh comes in a broken moan. “You’re cocky.” She gasps again when I press harder, fingers working her faster, her knees threatening to give. “Cocky, arrogant bastard—”

“Keep insulting me,” I murmur, my thumb circling where she’s wettest, my voice rough. “It just makes you come faster.”

Her body tenses, trembles, a sharp whimper catching in her throat before she clamps her teeth into my shoulder to muffle it. I don’t stop. I want to feel her break on my hand before she ever lets me inside her.

She pants against my skin, hips grinding furiously, nails carving lines across my chest until I’m bleeding anew. Her eyes meet mine, wild and furious, but there’s no denying what’s happening to her body. She’s losing to me. And she fucking hates it.

I press harder, faster, my mouth crushing hers again until she moans into me, sharp and desperate. Her body shudders violently, her climax tearing through her as she clings to me, every curse on her tongue dissolving into a broken cry.

I drag my mouth from hers, breathing hard, watching her unravel in my arms, still grinding on my hand even as she trembles. “That’s it,” I growl. “Come for me. Show me you can’t fight it.”

When she finally sags against the wall, her body slick and trembling, she glares at me with fire still smoldering in her eyes. Her voice is a rasp. “I’m not done.”

I slide my fingers free, slick with her, and lift them to her lips. “Neither am I.”

She takes them into her mouth without breaking eye contact, sucking them clean, and it’s the most obscene, defiant act I’ve ever seen. My cock throbs so hard it hurts.

Her mouth glistens as she releases my fingers with a pop, eyes glinting like she just won a battle I didn’t know we were fighting. She whispers, low and sharp, “Now fuck me, Silas. And don’t you dare hold back.”

The hallway is too narrow, too exposed, the walls close enough to hear Elias murmuring to Mara behind the far door. The thought of Elias hearing her scream for me almost tempts me to keep her here, pinned to plaster, defiled in the open. But I want more than that. I want her naked, ruined, mine in a space where she can’t escape the truth of it.

I grab her thighs and lift her in one movement. She gasps, legs wrapping tight around my waist, her nails clawing into my shoulders. Her body grinds against me, heat pressing through my pants, wetness smearing against the hard line of my cock. Her breath is hot against my ear as she bites down, making me grunt.

I slam my shoulder into the nearest door. The handle cracks, the wood groans, and we stumble into the dark room beyond. I kick it shut behind us and press her back against it, holding her there with my weight, grinding into her until she moans against my mouth.

“Not here to be gentle,” I growl, ripping her shirt down, lace tearing under my hands. Her bra snaps loose, and her breasts spill into my palms.

She gasps, head snapping back when I drag my mouth down to her nipple, tongue flicking, teeth biting until she moans loud as I suck hard, rolling the peak between my teeth before dragging my tongue across it, circling, taunting. Her hips jerk against me, grinding harder, her nails scoring red lines across my back.

“You want to play at control?” I mutter against her chest, teeth grazing her nipple again, making her cry out. “You’re not the one in charge here.”

Her laugh is breathless, defiant. “We’ll see.”

I lower her, letting her feet hit the floor. She drops to her knees before I can stop her, eyes locked on mine as she palms me through my pants. She unbuckles me with sharp, impatient movements, tugging my cock free, hard and throbbing. Her lips curve in a wicked smile as she strokes me once, twice, squeezing the base until my head throbs with pressure.

“You’re so fucking hard for me,” she whispers, tongue flicking across the tip, tasting the first drop of precome. “Doesn’t sound like you’re the one in control.”