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I don’t move.

He takes a step and slowly walks toward me, his footsteps echoing on the marble.

Chapter 19 – Finn – The End of the Beginning

The lounge is dim. My blood’s running hot, too fucking hot, as I watch Ariane across the room. She’s standing there, all curves and fire, her presence like a punch to the gut. I know this is wrong, considering her fiancé just left her but my cock’s already twitching. I can’t want to touch her. To claim her. With Julian out of the way, there’s nothing stopping us. Shit, she’s got me wound so tight I can barely think straight.

I’m done waiting. I stand, my boots heavy on the hardwood, and stalk toward her, every step deliberate, my eyes locked on her like she’s the only thing in the fucking universe. She doesn’t move, just watches me, her chest rising and falling too fast, those lips parted just enough to make me want to ruin them. I grab her wrist, yanking her into me with a force that makes her gasp. Fuck, that sound, soft and needy, hits me like a shot of whiskey straight to the veins. My gaze drops to her mouth, and I’m fucking done for. My dick’s throbbing now, straining against my jeans, and I don’t give a shit if she can tell.

Before she can say a damn word, I crash my mouth into hers, hard and messy, all teeth and tongue and raw fucking hunger.

My hand fists in her hair, tugging just enough to make her moan into my mouth, and holy shit, that sound’s gonna be the death of me.

I shove her back until her ass hits the arm of the sofa, the soft creak of leather barely registering over the pounding in my chest. I’m lost in her, in the way her lips burn against mine, in the way she kisses me back like she’s just as fucking pissed at herself for wanting this as I am.

It’s chaos, it’s greedy, it’s everything I didn’t know I needed until right fucking now.

My tongue dives deeper, claiming her, tasting the sweet heat of her mouth, and she’s unraveling, I can feel it. My hands roam her sides, gripping her curves like I own them, my fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks.

I want her to feel me tomorrow, to remember who fucking wrecked her.

She’s already trembling under my hands, and I’m so goddamn hard it hurts. I pull back just enough to look at her, my chest heaving, my eyes burning as I take her in… flushed cheeks, swollen lips, those eyes wide and wild in the dim light.

“Ariane,” I rasp, her name tearing out of me like a prayer and a curse all at once. “You’re fucking killing me.”

She shivers, her voice raw as she whispers, “Then, show me.” Her fingers clutch my shirt, desperate, yanking me closer. “Show me.”

Fuck, the way she says it, like she’s begging for it, snaps something in me.

I step in, caging her against the sofa, my body towering over hers, my scent mixing with hers. She’s intoxicating, and I’m drunk on it. My eyes rake over her, dark and feral, cataloging every inch of her body like I’m planning exactly how I’m going to tear her apart.

There’s no softness in me right now, just raw, primal need.

I want to break her, and she’s fucking asking for it.

I lift a hand, dragging my knuckles along her neck, slow and torturous, watching her shudder under the touch. Goosebumps bloom across her skin, and I’m so fucking turned on I can barely breathe. The lounge feels too small, too hot, theair thick with the scent of her perfume and the faint tang of coffee lingering from earlier. My thumb traces her jaw, tipping her chin up so she’s forced to meet my eyes.

“You want this, Ariane?” I growl, my voice rough as gravel, my thumb brushing her lower lip until it parts, begging for me. It’s not a question. It’s a fucking demand.

“Yes,” she whispers, her voice cracking with need, her body trembling under my hands. “I want this. I want you… Finn.”

My cock twitches hard at the sound of my name on her lips, but I’m not done.

“I don’t think you need it hard enough.” I fist her hair and a gasp escapes her mouth. I took her by surprise. Good.

I grab palm her ass and drag her closer, a hand still fisting her hair. I know it hurts but I also know she needs this.

She gasps again, “I do.”

“Prove it, then.”

“How?” Her eyes go wide as they meet mine. I sense intrigue, which makes me feel better. She’s enjoying this as much as I am.

“Beg for it. But you’ll be slapped for each word.” I say, eyes pouring into her. Her breathing is coming out faster now. Before she can protest, I shove down her pants and panties until they’re pooling at her ankles.

“I…” she starts and before she can comprehend what’s happening, my hand meets her wet pussy and lands as hard as it can.

She gasps in a mix of horror and surprise. “Finn…”