Page 13 of The Roommate (One Night #1)

“I fall into your curse, hold me down But I need you now And I'm all in tonight”

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

I thought I understood the depths of my own fucking addiction. But this—this is something else entirely. She’s spread against the headboard, handcuffed, wrecked, beautiful with my marks, her body still trembling from the orgasm I ripped from her with my command.

And yet, she’s the one destroying me.

Her lips are swollen from my kiss— mine —that’s what she is. Mine. Mine to hate. Mine to touch. Mine to ruin her in any way I please. She’s mine .

I wasn’t going to kiss her. But the moment she whispered to me to kiss her, I was done for.

I bite down and suck her skin hard enough to bruise. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, but I do know that she will remember every moment of this. I’m making sure of it.

Every gasp, every shiver, every fucking hitch in her breath is a symphony. My name has never heard as good as it does when she moans it.

And I’m the one. The devil who owns her pleasure.

But it’s not enough.

She’s not enough.

Or maybe it’s me—maybe I’m the one who’ll never be fucking satisfied.

Because even now, with her taste on my tongue and her body yielding beneath me, I want more. More of her whimpers. More of her surrender. More of the way she moans my name. I have never liked my name more than when it comes from her mouth.

And I won’t stop until she is completely mine.