“Oh God,” I whimpered. “Give it to me. Don’t make me wait.”

“Fuck, babe. I need to go slow at first. Hold on.” He lubricated my ass before his body covered mine in the confined space, warming me with the heat radiating from his body. Inch by inch he nudged into me, his hand on my throat squeezing harder the deeper he went.

“Yes,” I breathed, tears springing to my eyes as he bit into my shoulder. His pace sped up, one hand squeezing my throat so I could hardly breathe, heightening every sensation in my body.

I fucking loved it. Fragmented thoughts flitted through my mind, and I felt more alive than ever. His grip around my throat loosened, allowing me to gasp for air. He was so in tune with my body that he knew just how far he could push before it became too much.

His hand slid down from my throat to my pussy and he slipped two fingers inside, moving them against my G-spot as his cock thrust into my ass over and over.

“Scream, baby. Scream.”

He loved when I talked dirty, but for me it was more than just wanting to please him. It turned me on even more to shout the filthy words out loud.

“Harrison. Oh, God. I want your cock. Fuck me!”

Stars burst across my vision, white light flashing behind my eyelids as I squeezed my eyes closed and my body convulsed as wave after wave of ecstasy hit me.

“Fuck!” he roared, as he lost himself and gave over to his own orgasm.

His weight on top of me was both crushing and comforting. He kissed my neck and then the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“Jesus, Eva. You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

A smile curved over my lips. High praise indeed from this demanding man.

“You think so?” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

“So perfect, it frightens me.” His voice was low and deadly serious.

“Why?”

Silence fell between us as he lifted himself off me to undo the handcuffs. I felt an instant loss—not only of his warmth, but also of something more I couldn’t name. In the dark, I searched his face. A mask slipped over it and his expression changed to a scowl.

“Because you make me care.”

Chapter 2 — Harrison

I grinned as we pulled into the undercover parking lot at my place. I hadn’t asked her if she was okay going there, but since she was packing up her apartment, and I wanted access to her divine body all night long, I’d driven us straight back to my home. I wasn’t near finished with her, regardless of nearly fucking her to the point of passing out just thirty minutes ago.

The car smelled of sex and sweat mixed with leather and my appetite for Eva was far from satisfied. This time I wanted her to fuck my face and come on my tongue. The mere thought put a spring into my step in anticipation of the night that lay ahead.

“Sleep over tonight. I need more of you,” I said, hiding my eyes from her enquiring gaze.

“Really?” She peered at me from under her long lashes. “That wasn’t enough?”

“Not by a long shot, baby. That was only the warm-up.”

“Jesus, Harrison, seems like you want to fuck me into an early grave. I’ve hardly got my breath back and you’re talking about more—”

I laughed at the shocked expression on her face. She’d have to toughen up if I was going to put her through a few paces tonight. “Only if we die fucking. Wouldn’t that be a great way to go?”

She shot me an exasperated look. “You’re insatiable. A beast.”

Grabbing hold of both her hands, I squeezed them, gazing into her eyes. She was right. When it came to her, I couldn’t get enough. Fuck, if I could, I'd crawl under her skin and stay there. The truth—I didn’t want to let her go.

“Yes. I'm a monster. You should run, Eva.”

For a long moment she just stared back, her eyes searching mine. Her voice was calm and even when she spoke. “I’m not going anywhere, Harrison.”

I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat. What is she talking about? She should run a fucking mile before my darkness consumes her.

She reached up and cupped my cheek with her palm. “Nothing you do or say frightens me. Just so you know.” She leaned forward and planted the softest kiss on my lips, taking me by surprise with her tenderness.

Eva was fucking with my mind. The more I got to know her, the more she confused me.

I cleared my throat and got out of the SUV, rounding it to open her door. I needed to shake this . . . feeling . . . whatever the fuck it was . . . I got when I was around her. If I stuck to sex only, I’d be fine.

Feelings—I wasn’t going there. All I knew for certain was that she was mine for fucking. That was enough for me. Maybe I was addicted to her pussy, but that was all.

I helped her out, my hand possessively resting on the small of her back as we walked toward the elevator.

“Good evening,” I said to the couple who stood waiting for the elevator to arrive, swearing under my breath that I couldn’t at least claim Eva’s lips on the ride up to take my mind off the uneasiness that had settled in my gut.

Smiling, the stranger replied, “Yes, it's a good evening indeed.”

The grey-haired man let his gaze wander over Eva’s body, lingering on her tits for longer than was appropriate. I scowled as Eva smiled sweetly at him, then at his wife, unaware of the turmoil in my gut at the thought of another man ogling her. As soon as the elevator arrived and the doors opened, the woman grabbed her husband’s arm and pulled him into the elevator car, jabbing him in the ribs. The smile slid off his face as they stood in the middle of the small space, their gazes directed at the numbers above the doors. Served the prick right. He had no business staring at my woman.

We rode up the elevator, Eva and I each standing in a corner, our eyes locked, salacious grins lighting up our faces. The thought that she was naked under her skirt made my heart pound against my chest. It was so fucking sexy.

Fucking Eva had become my favorite thing to do. I couldn’t get enough of her. Everything else was just filler material for my day. Even work didn’t have its stronghold on me the way it used to. I just wanted to be with her. Every minute of every day.

Eva messed with my mind in a way I was unaccustomed to. With a mere smile or gesture she had me lusting after her, anticipating everything I wanted to do to her. Like now—standing there, twisting her hands as she tried to control herself, her breasts swollen and her nipples hard against the fabric of her bra, her breathing shallow and her eyes glowing. She licked her lips as her gaze fell on my crotch, the outline of my hard cock visible as it throbbed in my jeans, straining to be set free and fucking her mouth.

The unadulterated lust in her eyes floored me. I leaned over, closer to her ear. “Hungry for my cock?” I rasped.

“Hmmm,” she hummed, as her cheeks grew pink. I stared at her wet parted lips and hissed. Fuck, this was torture.

The car stopped on our floor. “Excuse me,” I barked, grabbing Eva’s hand and pulling her behind me. I turned to see a look of shock on the woman’s face. She’d definitely overheard me. I winked at her as the doors closed. I doubted the poor bastard was getting lucky tonight. I even felt sorry for him, knowing how I was going to fuck the life out of my woman as soon as I got her inside the apartment.

Pulling Eva by the hand, I rushed toward my front door. I fumbled in my pocket for the key and let out a curse when I couldn’t find it.

I couldn’t wait a second longer. I needed to taste her now. I pressed her against the wall and took hold of her face in my hands before I leaned in and sucked her bottom lip into my mouth. “Baby,” I groaned as her hand rested on my cock. “You’re making it impossible to unlock the door.”

She laughed. “Mr. In Control At All Times is having a hard time, huh?”