Page 12 of Tear Me Down (Descent to Darkness Trilogy #2)

My now exposed thigh brings the reminder of the knife attached to me and sends a ghostly breeze against the limb.

What if I had remembered it when I first walked in here?

Would I have actually hurt her? I’m not so sure anymore.

I would like to think I wouldn’t, but then again, I’ve never really had something I was so desperate to keep.

Never felt so strongly about someone that the thought of losing them is truly unbearable.

I’d do anything to keep him close to me, and maybe that makes me crazy, but I’d dive headfirst into insanity for him if I needed to .

I relax my hold on his tie somewhat as he caresses my leg again, reaching high into my dress. The violent haze that clouded my eyes gradually fades away and is replaced by the shivers that slither their way through my spine.

He looks up at me with the energy and fire of a caged bear.

The shakiness of his shallow breathing exposes how much I’ve turned him on by doing this, showing him this glimpse of feral possession.

My core clenches, reacting to the untamed look of desire in his features, and another wave of heat washes over me, covering me completely and seeping in deep—pulling that burning desire from earlier to the surface.

“Take out your cock.” My voice comes out harsh and commanding, like a Queen demanding an audience.

He shockingly complies, unbuttoning his jacket and laying it to the side.

Then he sluggishly unbuckles his belt, taking his time and teasing me as he pulls the leather free.

The same mouth-watering hands move to the button of his pants, popping them open with force, and lowers them just enough for his rock-hard and glistening dick to spring free.

My breath catches at the sight, and it’s taking everything in me not to dive down and take him into my mouth, but now is not the time for submission.

This is my time to be in control and get what he’s teased me with for the past twenty-four hours.

“Now, are you going to fuck me like a husband should or do I have to beg?” Almost instantly, he reaches up and rips my thong off of me, freeing my vagina from the only barrier left between us.

The movement is so quick and precise that I can barely register it before he lunges at me.

His arm wraps around my hips in a harsh grip, lifting me effortlessly and leaving me no reaction other than clinging to him.

He carries me over to the desk, moving swiftly to push my dress out of the way and line himself perfectly with my soaking core.

The moment my bare ass touches the desk, he rams into me, using the momentum of his crusade to add to the impact.

I cry out, almost as loudly as the sound of the generic office supplies hitting the floor.

The high-pitched moan bounces off the almost bare walls as he starts to fuck me, driving himself deep over and over again as he shifts and lifts my right leg up into his arm so he can plunge himself as far in me as physically possible.

I tighten my arms around his neck to steady myself from the forceful rocking he’s causing, reaching up to my stomach with every thrust.

His grip on my hips tightens, probably to the point of bruising, as he holds me in place.

Using my body for his pleasure. He buries his face in my neck and bites down, coercing another shaky, strained cry from my lips as I let my head fall back in ecstasy.

Exposing more of my neck for him to devour.

The music from the party fades away, leaving nothing but the noises of our bodies slamming into each other to bleed with our grunts and moans.

I don’t care how loud we're being, and it’s clear that he doesn’t either.

He’s on a mission, and the feral look in his eyes reflects his determination.

His growling and groaning fills my ears, pushing me further into the building tension deep in my belly.

I feel my climax build into my throat, begging to be released, as he grabs the back of my neck and yanks my lips to his.

He kisses me deeply and ferociously, confirming the same unrelenting need as I’ve had for the past week .

My body arches into his, and I’m sure the scream I let out into his mouth can be heard throughout the mansion as I come, shattering into a million pieces and falling apart in his arms—those fragments turning to stars in my vision.

A few more deep, powerful thrusts and his cock stiffens right before he bursts inside me, coming with a loud groan and burying himself as far as he can go.

He holds me close, keeping me tethered to him as I try to catch my breath.

Just as he starts to pull out, he stops and holds my face in that divine grip, forcing me to look him in the eyes as he slowly pushes back in.

“My cum is going to stay inside this perfect cunt until you give me what I want. Do you understand?” My body jerks with all three gentle thrusts, clearly overstimulated.

“Yes…” I say breathlessly and without hesitation, that submissive part of me is giving into his desires without any regard for our discussion yesterday. He relaxes at my response, pulling out gently and reaching over to grab a few tissues off the desk.

My guilt comes back in a violent swipe as I fully process his demand.

I want him to know how much I love him and that I mean it when I say I want to spend the rest of my life with him.

Grow old, have kids, and stand by his side through anything this life can throw at us.

DH isn’t just his life anymore. It’s both of ours, and I want him to know that I support him.

The first step needs to be that I not only prove to him, but to myself, that I can handle this.

That I can control my temper when needed and do what’s expected of me, play by his rules and find a way to stay safe in this violent world.

“I love you,” I say softly, my words spilling out hushed. He looks at me, obviously slightly confused by my tone, but he kisses me tenderly and pulls back.

“I love you too.”

“I'm sorry I acted that way. I know I have nothing to be jealous of.” I look towards the floor, now ashamed of my actions. I could’ve messed the entire mission up and blown our cover, all because I couldn’t control my tantrum.

“Hey.” He cups my face in his hands and lifts my head to stare at him.

“That is how I always expect you to react when someone touches what’s yours.

You’re a better person than me. If another man had touched you like that, he’d already be dead.

” His words used to send chills through my body, but now they just make me grin.

I’m not sure there’s anything I could do that he wouldn’t try and justify.

“You have me. No matter what. You want to rob a bank?

I'll be the first in the door. You want to wage a war against a hooker?

I'll hold that bitch in place.” He smiles back and chuckles.

“You're stuck with me, baby girl. What you do, I do,” he declares, releasing the butterflies in my stomach once again.

“Thank you.”

He furrows his brows questionably.

“For what?”

“For taking care of Emmett and his family.” He nods at my reason, and his face morphs into one of understanding .

“Of course. I know how much they mean to you,” he says like I should’ve already known he would do it. I rest my forehead against his and inhale his soothing scent, taking a moment to absorb him and bask in our afterglow.

“But more importantly, thank you for loving me,” I whisper, softly enough that even I barely heard it. He leans in and nudges our faces together playfully, trying to lighten the mood.

“You don’t ever have to thank me for something so natural.

Loving you is like breathing, but I promise that I will love you long after my last breath.

” He kisses my forehead before placing my ripped thong and the tissues into his pocket.

“Now let’s get this dumb shit over with so we can go home and plot a murder.

If I'm here any longer with that motherfucker, I'll kill him in front of everyone.”