Page 113 of Rule the Night

I swallowed the remnants of the pumpkin cupcake. “Maybe I do.”

He lowered his head to my neck and goosebumps rose on my arms as his hot breath hit my skin. A shiver ran up my spine and my nipples were instantly hard.

“If you knew, you wouldn’t want what I have to give.” His hands slipped under my shirt, and I gasped as they covered my tits.

He dragged his mouth down my body, inhaling as he went, like he was trying to breathe me all the way in, and I finally dared to touch him, sliding my hands over his broad shoulders and down his huge arms.

His skin was softer than it had a right to be, warm under my fingertips.

I didn’t even fight him when he lifted my pajama shirt, and I shoved my hands into his hair as he closed his mouth around one of my nipples and sucked.

“Oh my god…” It felt so good, his mouth hot and wet against my skin, his tongue flicking my erect nipple as my pussy ached for him to fill me.

“You’re a fucking fire-starter, Maeve.” He kissed his way to my other nipple. “And you’re going to burn the place down while you’re still inside.”

Right then, I wanted to burn. I wanted to do anything to keep his mouth on my body, to get his cock inside my cunt as soon as possible.

I reached for him and unzipped his jeans.

He growled when I closed my hand around his dick, and a fresh wave of wet heat rushed to my pussy as I stroked the length of his wide, thick shaft.

I could almost feel him inside me, stretching and driving, filling all the empty spots that had ached for so long.

He pulled back far enough to yank down my boxers, and I lifted my hips to help him, relieved when he took my underwear too. There had been so much between us for so long. Now I wanted nothing but the slide of his skin on mine.

He pushed his fingers inside me hard and fast, and I moaned, leaning back on the counter to watch as he dragged them out, slick with my juices.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet for me, Maeve.” He pushed his fingers inside me again. “Have you always been this wet for me?”

“Yes,” I gasped, rocking my hips on his hand. I stroked his cock. “Please. I need it. I need you inside me.”

He removed his fingers and stepped between my thighs. He’d been wrong: he was the fire-starter, and he was lighting matches in every corner of my body from the inside out.

I cried out when he pushed into me all at once, stretching me until my cunt burned.

I didn’t care. I wasn’t looking for foreplay. I was looking to be fucked, hard and fast, by the man who’d remained a mystery since he’d caught me in the tunnels.

“Yes…” I moved on him, watching as his cock disappeared inside me, emerging slick and wet before driving into me again.

I was so close to coming already, and I reached for his head, pulling him toward me, desperate for his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth.

I didn’t expect him to resist.

“Bram,” I gasped. “Kiss me.”

He shook his head and I froze.

“You’re inside me, Bram. Fucking kiss me.”

“No.” He stopped moving and dropped his head to my chest. “No.”

I shoved him hard enough to make him stumble backward.

My body screamed with the absence of him, but my heart screamed louder.

I slid off the counter. “You’ll fuck me but you won’t kiss me?” He stood there, immobile, his giant dick still hard. “You’ll watch Poe fuck me, watch me give Remy a blow job, but you’ll pretend you don’t know me in public?”

I shook my head, bitter tears spilling onto my cheeks, then rushed to gather my shorts and underwear. “Fuck you, Bram. Fuck you.”