Page 77 of Shadowed Sins: Nitro

"The statistical probability of lasting more than thirty seconds after you being hard this long is—" Her hand brushes my cock through my boxers. "Christ, who cares about math when you're like this."

When she settles back on my hips, now with only my boxers and her thin pants between us, the heat of her pussy pressed against my cock nearly makes me come. I can feel how wet she is through the thin fabric.

"You're enjoying this way too much," I manage, voice cracking again.

"Watching you fall apart? Absolutely." She traces my collarbone with one finger. "I've been wondering what it would take to break all that rambling, eager-to-please energy."

"This. This is what it takes." My breathing is ragged. "You, doing exactly this."

"I can dismantle a rifle in twelve seconds," I tell her, trying to focus on something concrete. "Run racing scenarios in my sleep. But you look at me and I forget my own fucking name."

She grins. "Finally working that out?"

Her hands slide under my shirt, nails scraping against my chest hard enough to raise welts, and I whimper. The sound tears out of me before I can stop it, echoing off the walls.

"There it is," she whispers. "I was wondering what sounds you'd make."

"Mira, please—"

"Please what?" She leans down until our faces are inches apart, her perfume stronger now, amber and spice mixing with arousal. "Use your words, Jax."

"Every time you shift, the angle changes and—" Her hips roll again. "Fuck, right there, that's going to end this conversation real quick."

"You want to fuck me?" Her voice is silk and poison. "Then take what you want."

"You think you're winning because I'm about to come in my boxers?" Something shifts in my voice, competitive despite desperate. "Fine. But when I get my hands on you, we'll see who breaks first."

She pulls my shirt over my head, tossing it aside, and her eyes darken as she takes in my chest. "There's something dangerous in you." Her voice drops lower. "Stop holding it back."

The words hit something deep, and I realize she's right. This rambling, desperate version of me isn't who I really am. It's just what she does to me.

"You want to see him?" Something shifts in my voice, deeper now.

"I'm starting to wonder if he exists."

That's when something inside me snaps.

"Enough."

The word comes out harder than I intended, and Mira's eyes widen with surprise. Before she can react, I flip us in one smooth move, using my weight and training to reverse our positions. Her back hits the mattress, and the scent of her perfume blooms stronger against the sheets.

Something feral uncurls in my chest. "You've been pushing me on purpose."

"Maybe." She tries to sit up, but I pin her wrists above her head with one hand. "What are you going to do about it?"

My other hand finds her throat, not squeezing, just... claiming. Her pulse hammers against my palm like a trapped bird, and the way her pupils dilate tells me everything.

"You like that." Not a question. Her body's telling me everything. "You like knowing I could—"

"Yes." The word tears out of her, raw and honest.

"Jesus." I lean down until our noses almost touch, breathing in amber and vanilla and pure want. "You really are dangerous."

"So are you." Her voice is breathless now. "Finally."

I capture her mouth in a kiss that's nothing like the desperate fumbling from minutes ago. This is claiming, demanding, taking what I want. My teeth catch her bottom lip, biting hard enough to make her gasp. When she tries to break my grip on her wrists, I hold tighter, my thumb pressing against the pulse point in her throat.

"Jax—"