Page 54 of Tracking Luxe

She shuddered and her breaths became uneven.

“Rough and hard.”

A groan of agreement was yanked off his tongue. “I hope you don’t mind I’m taking charge, I know you wanted to use me,” he rubbed his smirk against her open lips, loving how her head arched back to give him better access.

“No. I like it.”

Thighs so flexible they spread for him with ease. After an eternity and a lot of praying to the Hulk to get himself under control he lifted her up. “I’m taking you to the bedroom, get your legs around me, I need to show you what happens when you cock-tease me.”

“I can’t believe I’m about to fuck my kidnapper.” She chuffed a laugh and he leaned down to bite on that delicate pink bottom lip, tasting how decadent and fucking sweet she was, her taste was like no other and he wasn’t getting cheesy with that, she was a woman like no fucking other.

No woman got him obsessed this way.

“Say---say something else to me.Dirtythings, Nathan.”

His cock jerked caught between them.

Want, so fucking huge, crawled up his throat almost strangling him before he got down to the pink and the wet of her.

“The first time I have you, Luxe, you can trust I will watch your tight, little pink pussy while you strain to fit me in and take me to the bottom. I’ll watch you stretch and listen to your ravenous moans taking it, you’ll take it all won’t you, my dirty thief girl?”

Her garbled moan against his lips was his answer. She licked and sucked and drove him mental.

If his brain was banking on doing any real deep depth thinking for the foreseeable it was hell out of luck, all the blood in his body had rerouted to his groin.

She retreated a fraction and he cursed under his breath. “Too much?” a flash of doubt in his chest.

“No,” she leaned in and ran her nose up the side of his face, he heard her inhale hard. “Not too much, just right.”

With an armful of gorgeous woman, he managed, how the fuck he didn’t know since they were joined at the tongues and groins, to get her to his bedroom. He was so drunk on Luxe her sweet, little sex sounds and the way she was yanking hell out of his hair was gonna have this train leaving the station before his pants were off.

“Lick your lips, baby. I want them wet and shiny before I give you my tongue.”

“Are you always this bossy?”

Sucking on her neck he groaned, a hint of grind to his hips, a promise of what was to come. “Usually. Is that okay with you?”

Nails clawed the back of his neck, making him shudder. “Sí. Bed, Nathan.” He’d been meaning to have his hair cut for the summer months but as she tunneled and yanked he was so fucking glad he hadn’t. Hurt so good.

Her next kiss was possessive, controlling, almost aggressive. Hard shudders rocked through him as he stumbled them where they needed to be. It was no easy feat, not the way she sucked and mewled at him.Oh, Jesus.

“Now. Now.Now.” She was chanting.

Oh, fuck. Yeah.

They fell onto his wide unmade bed. “Hold on tight. You’re gonna need to hold tight, baby,” his hands covered hers and directed them to the tall headboard crawled half up the wall when he got in good and tight to her pert little peach-shaped ass.

His bed was the focal point of the whole room with the dark comforter and high headboard and a mattress that felt like he was sleeping on a cloud of orgasms, but all he could see was Luxe and the way she undulated her ass at him, back dipped in the middle, he wanted his mouth everywhere at once.

Fuck, his erection grew, like a missile it arrowed exactly where it wanted to go. “I need to go at you like a savage, do you understand? I had to watch them with you for an hour, do you know what that felt like? To see others touching your cock-bait body. Fucking touching what is mine. I’ll be softer the second time, love.”

He felt unhinged suddenly.

“Oh, god, Nathan. Just do it. I ache.” She descended into rapid Spanish he couldn’t catch. He knew her meaning, she needed him just as badly. Watching her flirt among a roomful of Russians, laugh and let them touch her face, her arm, her ass, Grinder had lost his mind. All he could think of was showing his claim, laying it on her until every slimeball in a mile radius knew who Luxe belonged to. It had been necessary and still he imagined killing every last one of thoseBratvauntil he was swimming in blood.

“I fucking ache. I’m going to touch you every place they did, sweep it away and only leave mine behind,” she gave him the earth-shaking view as she widened her legs and let him see where she wanted him.

Grinder was fast losing focus, fast losing the rein on his control to fuck and own and to have her know only his touch, there was only so much he could take and he hadn’t known his limit until tonight when he’d had to bite his tongue hard enough that he’d tasted blood so it kept his feet rooted to the floor instead of charging to punch Russian’s in the face.