Page 111 of Intense

He presses into me from behind. His hard chest, thick thighs, and the bulge of his cock resting right against my ass like a silent threat.

“You little fucking menace,” he rasps in my ear. “Three tires?”

“I was going for four,” I pant. “I don’t like odd numbers.”

He chuckles darkly. He’s not amused. Not even close.

It’s the sound of someone losing his last shred of patience.

With me.

He drags the flat of his palm down my spine until he reaches my waistband and dips his hand under, digging his fingers into my ass, which drags a gasp from my lips.

“Why are you trying to cause problems for me, love?”

“I don’t recall signing a non-destruction clause.”

He laughs again. This one deeper, darker. Meaner.

His hand snakes under my top, his palm against my bare stomach. I shiver beneath him.

“You get off on testing me, don’t you?” he whispers, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “You want me to lose it. You want to be punished. That’s why you went back in and danced, right?”

I smile, even as my breath hitches.

“Y-yes. Why did you go back in? To watch other women dance?” I whisper. I can’t seem to hide the hurt inside me.

“I went to get my friends, love. No other woman on this Earth interests me. Only you,” he growls against my skin.

My ears ring as I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Now, you’ve got my full attention, and I want to see if you can handle me,” he tells me.

In a flash, he grabs the back of my neck again and grinds me harder against the hood. My pulse pounds. My legs shake. I don’t fight back because I don’t want to.

And maybe, it’s about time he had a taste of his own medicine.

“Are you gonna take your belt off, Dr. Quinn?” I taunt. “Or are you too scared someone might see how desperate you are to fuck your stripper wife?”

He groans. It’s filthy and primal and entirely feral. Everything I want. He seems to make my control slip; now it’s his turn.

“You don’t get it, do you?” His hand slides down and cups me between the legs through my pants, his fingers applying just enough pressure to make me squirm. “I don’t give a fuck who sees. When I’m near you, nothing else seems to matter anymore.”

I blow out a breath. That’s how it’s always felt for me. Finn consumes me.

His other hand snakes around to my throat, tilting my head back so I’m forced to meet his eyes in the reflection of the windshield.

Christ.

That look.

Predator locked onto prey. So intense I can’t look away.

“Want to know what I’d do? I’d keep you over the hood, tear your panties off, and fuck you until you cry if it meant making you understand?—”

He presses harder against my pussy.

“—that you’re mine. You are my wife.”