I want her every bit as badly as I did the night we met.
I stride closer and pin her against the wall. “Mine,” I finish for her in a breathy growl. “You’re f*****g mine.”
Her pupils eat away the green of her irises. “What? I can’t. We’re not—”
I press my lips to the curve of her neck just below her ear. “It’s all pretend, Cora. Settle back and enjoy the charade.”
She shivers when I grip her hip. I let my fingers spread out across the swell of her body, claiming as much of her as I possibly can. I hike up her dress and shove those panties roughly aside, then brush my finger through her arousal. She’s already slick for me, dripping.
I want her—no, I need her—to start embracing her position at my side and the power it brings. The best position is whichever one allows me to bury my d**k i
