Ruin (Rhodes #1) by Rina Kent

                             Oh. God.

                             It isn’t Aaron. This is the one who tried to choke me to death in the art studio. His hands twitch by the sides of my neck. Oh, no. He’ll do it again.

                             I cup his face with my palms, my whisper strangled with begs. “No, Aaron, don’t stay wherever you are. Look at me.”

                             His eyes remain an unblinking darkness. Staring through me.

                             Tears spring forward as I latch onto his neck, sealing quick kisses to his mouth. “Please look at me. It’s me, Mae.”

                             He blinks twice. Three times. Coldness leaves a place to a disoriented expression. He glances at me. Confusion settles deep into his furrowed features. “Why are you crying? What did I—”

                             I crush my lips against his, not leaving him room to extinguish the fire burning between us. We’re doing this no matter how many of his demons go against it.

                             Aaron’s strong hands wrap around my stomach as his tongue explores my mouth. Tingles take over my senses when he moves to my shoulders. At last, his lips find my breasts, sucking, nibbling. Jolts of heat course through my veins. My back curves to an unusual angle.

                             His hands and mouth probe my entire body, slowly, urgently. My head turns. Frenzied bliss conquers my senses.

                             Aaron stops right under my navel. Wait... what? I groan in frustration.

                             He licks his lips, and a rare playful smirk animates his face. “Always feisty and impatient, aren’t, kitten?”

                             I rub my thighs together to trap the electricity. “Don’t stop.” I purr, my voice thick with sexuality I didn’t know I possessed.

                             Aaron considers me with wonder as if my tone took him by surprise as well. His voice is a notch higher than a murmur, “Fuck, Mae.”

                             He finds my wetness. His expert tongue does wicked things to me. Wild moans fill the room and when I realise they’re mine, the overwhelming heat takes complete control over me. My eyelids flutter closed as my entire body convulses into crushing waves of pleasure.

                             When I open my eyes, Aaron pushes his boxer briefs down, releasing his cock. I gulp. It’s beautiful, just like the rest of him.

                             He stands before me, but doesn’t make a move. His burning gaze meets mine. I almost don’t recognise his thick voice. “Do you want me to stop?”

                             I shake my head, lick my lips, and motion at his cock. “I want you inside me.”

                             “Fuck.” He growls, gluing his torso with mine. “Stop saying things like that or I won’t be able to hold on.”

                             Reaching over my head, Aaron opens the drawer and picks out a condom. There’s nothing but hot warmth and wetness coursing through me. No fear. No doubts. How long have I been hungry for this? I don’t know. All I’m aware of is that I’ve never experienced this unprecedented passion. My palms explore his rigid chest as he rips the condom wrapper with his teeth and reaches between us. His length pokes at the bottom of my stomach, I arch my back to meet him.

                             He smiles, a genuine bewitching smile. “Patience, kitten.”