“I’m going to ask this once, and once only.” His gravelly voice whispers precariously, and I’m beginning to worry I’ve messed with the wrong person. “You want this?” he asks, running his nose along my jaw, breathing me in. His short stubble rubs along my skin—the sensation mixing the right amount of pleasure with roughness. I nod as a tremor runs through me. I know I crave him. I know I need to have him more than anything.

“Fuck, I can smell how much you want it,” he declares, and then his mouth is on me in a brutal attack. I latch on while his hands come to my hair, snapping my head back in a sharp pull. I don’t know how far he’s going to let this go, but that doesn’t stop my leg from coming up and anchoring him to me, or grinding against him. The growl rolling from his mouth tells me he’s just as desperate as I am and for a brief second I think about pulling back, putting an end to what can only spell trouble for me. But his tongue dominates my mouth, connecting us on a level which unravels me. Holy shit, the angry man can kiss.

His hands loosen their grip from my hair and move slowly down my body to the hem of my dress. I know he’s about to break the kiss, know he has to if he wants me out of my dress, but even though I know it’s about to happen, I can’t stop the sigh of frustration when our connection is broken.

“Fuck, Holly,” he pants, pulling back from me. My lips feel bruised, but before I get a chance to touch them, he rips my dress up over my head, exposing me completely to him. My hands go to his cut, ready to strip him of his clothes, but his command stops me.

“No,” he says, shaking his head.

“What do you mean, no?” I question him, suddenly feeling vulnerable standing in my white matching panties and bra while he stands fully clothed.

“No, means no,” he repeats, taking my panties and ripping them between his fingers.

Fuck me. I don’t even care if he has destroyed my favorite panties with his bare hands. My need to have him inside me grows at his total act of dominance.

My hands go to my bra, unhooking the back and letting it fall from me. He steps back, shaking his head and taking in my naked body.

“It would help if you undressed,” I say, eager to know just how much of his body is tattooed. I want to feel it under my hands.

“No,” he growls, rejecting my request.

“Sy,” I argue, but don’t get far before he steps back into my space and drops to his knees before me.

I can’t even control the moan that erupts from within me when he spreads me open and licks me hard. Fuck. My hands go to his head. The short hair is not long enough to hold on to, so my fingers graze his scalp in a need to touch him as my shoulders lean against the wall supporting me. He feasts on me like a starved man.

“Fuck, Sy,” I rasp as he builds me up with each flick of his rough tongue against my clit. He’s vocal in his oral assault, surprising me since he’s so annoyingly quiet. The hungry moans vibrate against me, pushing me further into a haze as he worships my most sensitive area. The pleasure becomes too much, his skillful tongue demanding I fall apart. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I scream as heat fills me in a short but powerful orgasm. My hips ride his face as his thick fingers find my entrance, filling and stretching me wide. He pumps them into me repeatedly, setting off another orgasm.

“Jesus!” I pant as pleasure rocks through me. My legs are jelly and my head is lost in its own bliss as I feel his tongue lazily sweep through my wetness. Small bursts of orgasm run through me and if it wasn’t for Sy holding me up, I’d fall into a puddle in front of him, lost in the afterglow of two incredible orgasms.

“Sy?” I ask, looking down and watching his head rest against my stomach. “Sunshine, do you know what happens next?” I ask, trying to get his attention. He looks up. His eyes come to mine, and instead of seeing the dark anger that lives in them, now all I see is a lost, faraway look, like he doesn’t understand what is happening. He stands, drops his jeans, lifts my leg, and enters me before I even have time to process what’s happening.

“You have no idea what I know,” he threatens, pinning me to the wall as he pushes into me again. My legs are still shaky from the first two orgasms. I hold onto his cut as he continues pumping into me. The loud slapping of his balls against me fills the room as his stare drills into me.

“Oh, God,” I moan as he pulls my other leg up, suspending me against the wall.

“No,” he snaps, pushing into me harder and planting himself there before grinding against me. His length hits the right spot as his pubic bone hits my clit.

“What?” I croak, my throat scratchy from my shouts.

“Not God,” he repeats, his breath coming out harsh, but I can’t keep up. My head is lost in a haze focusing solely on my impending orgasm that’s running full speed ahead.

“Ouch!” I shout as he leans forward and bites down on my shoulder.

“Did God just bite your shoulder, Holly?” he asks, pushing his hips harder into me.

“No,” I pant, unsure how I’m still even breathing. Between the pleasure running through my core and the pain of his bite, I don’t know how I feel.

“Didn’t fucking think so,” he growls, leaning back down and licking the bite mark.

“Sy,” I breathe, feeling my body tense as he rolls his hips faster. Harder. That edge of pleasure and pain dangles in front of me again, and like a greedy woman, I want to snatch it.

“Hmm” He kisses the soft spot behind my ear; his hot breath sending goose bumps along my skin as his own groans grow louder. I don’t want it to stop. I want to hold on to this feeling and never let go, but I can’t control myself as I spiral out of control.

“Oh, God, yes,” I moan out my intense rush of ecstasy.

“Fuck,” he grunts, following me over the wall of our temporary bliss. I know this is nothing more than a screw, but something shifts in me as he draws a third orgasm out of me. My emotions run haywire, but even in the heat of the moment, I know if I don’t get a hold of it now, it will only spell trouble.

“Holy shit,” I say quietly, looking at the patch sewn into his leather cut. Our breathing syncs as we come down from our marathon wall sex. Sy drops one leg, still planted inside of me.

“Jesus,” he whispers as he drops the other leg, slowly letting himself out of me. He steps back, pulling his pants back up without taking his eyes off me. I’ve never been taken up against a wall like that before, and now I have, I want it again.

“Fuck,” he curses.

“What?” I ask as an ache runs through my body. My muscles, lax in my post-orgasm state, can barely hold me up. I then register his cum running down the inside of my leg.

“You didn’t use a condom?” Annoyed doesn’t even begin to cover how fucking stupid I am.

“Fuck,” he repeats again, balling his fists at his side.

“Will you stop saying fuck,” I snap, pissed at seeing him freak out. “Pass the tissues.” I use my hand to capture his release before it makes it to the carpet. He walks over to the coffee table, retrieves the box, and hands me two tissues.

“Thanks, I’ll just go clean up,” I tell him, replacing my hand with a tissue.

“I need to go,” he counters, turning and moving to the front door.

“Are you kidding me?” I ask, but he doesn’t reply—just walks straight out without saying a word. I stand there not sure what just happened or how to respond. I knew it was some kind of heat of the moment, sexually-fuelled slip I had instigated, but to simply walk out while I’m standing here naked? What an asshole.

Jesus, how could I be so stupid?

“Asshole,” I voice to the empty room realizing he played me when I was meant to play him. “Fucking moron, Holly,” I whisper to myself as I lock the door behind him.

Fucking moron.