A Deal with the Bossy Devil by Kyra Parsi

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It wasfire on blistering fire.

Our bodies crashed into each other as Adrien’s muscled arms wrapped around me, his hungry mouth crushing mine.

The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t pretty or nice or romantic. It was weeks of anger and frustration and pent-up tension boiling over. It was all the hatred he claimed we didn’t feel for one another. It was pure hunger and need.

Neither of us wanted to want this, and we were hellbent on punishing each other for it. To me, it was all his fault. To him, it was all mine.

So, we fought.

I clawed at his back, and he dug his fingers into my hips. I pulled at a fistful of his hair, and he crushed me against the wall. Our tongues pushed and shoved at each other, our teeth biting too hard. It was feral, hungry, savage.

Maybe this was what we needed. Maybe we just had to fuck each other once, get it out of our systems, and move on. Maybe we weren’t physically compatible, and this whole thing would be a dud anyway. We were being too combative, too aggressive, too ferocious. It felt like a competition, like we were fighting for dominance, neither of us willing to submit to the other. It was—

Adrien broke the kiss.

“Stop fighting me,” he demanded, body pressed flush against mine. I could feel every hard edge of muscle and arousal on him.

“You’re fighting me,” I panted back.

“Because you’re trying to take control.”

“Well it’s not like I’m going to let youhave it.”

“We’re going to draw blood if we keep going like this,” he said.

“Why do you sound surprised?” What had he been expecting?

“Ria, you’re being—”

“No more talking, we’ve done too much of that already. We just need to get this thing over with, and we’ll both feel better after. Or worse. Either way, we’ll know.”

I reached for his belt.

His brows were pinched together, and before my fingers could so much as graze the leather of his belt, he’d grabbed my wrists and secured them firmly behind my back with one large hand.

Good lord. “What now?”

“No,” he said.

The word rammed into my lungs like I’d jumped headfirst into an ice bath.

No, as in he didn’t want this.

No, as in I’d misread the situation, or he’d changed his mind.

No, as in stop.

“Okay.” I didn’t even think, just tried to take a step back and give him some room.

But he wouldn’t let me budge.

“Wait. I just… need a second to think,” he said.

I stood unmoving as he took in a breath, two, three. Then he pressed his forehead to mine. Seconds passed, then minutes. Slowly, we breathed. Slowly, the too-tight tension in our muscles began to ease, his grip around my wrists softened, and his thumb began stroking my skin. My body started melting against the heat of his until I was fully molded against him.

It was way more pleasant than it had any right to be. For all the fighting we did, our bodies fit quite perfectly together.

When he finally lifted his head, his eyes were softer—more lucid.

“Tell me this is what you want,” he said. “Ask me to touch you.”

“Oh my god. It’s like we’re stuck in a timeloop.” I was surprised at how much less aggressive my tone sounded. That little breather had done wonders.

“Say it.” His thumb caressed my wrist bone again, and my breath hitched.

“Hate to break it to you, but you’re already touching me.”

“If you don’t say it, we stop.”

“I gave you my consent, my tongue was in your mouth less than five minutes ago, and I’m standing in front of you half-naked. How could that possibly not be enough?”

“I need to hear the words.”

“Why?”

“I just do.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not going to willingly give you another reason to resent me.”

My brain stuttered. “What?”

His nose brushed against mine tenderly, a soft breath escaping his lungs. “You’re in my head, you’re under my skin, you’re fucking everywhere, Ria. I can’t think properly when you’re around, and I can’t trust that I’m not misreading the signs.”

Something in my chest compressed, causing my mouth to flap uselessly as I struggled to string together a response. I hadn’t expected that to be his reasoning.

“I need to make sure,” he reiterated. “I need to know this isn’t just teasing, or anger, or you trying to get back at me. Tell methis isn’t an elaborate revenge scheme. Tell me you want me to touch you.”

What kind of sociopath would have sex with another person for revenge? But before I could voice that thought out loud, Adrien brought his other hand to my neck, running his palm up the column of my throat. He used his grip to tilt my jaw up until my lips were level with his. His other hand remained firm over my wrists.

And ohkay. According to the way my nether regions reacted, my body really enjoyed it.

“You only have to say it once,” he promised, his fingers squeezing my throat lightly. “Admit you want it, stop waging war, and I’ll fuck you until you’re nothing short of incoherent, Ria. I’ll bend you over my desk and eat you out for as many hours as I’ve spent torturing myself fantasizing about it, and then I’ll punish you for making me want to taste you so fucking bad.”

…

Wow.

His lips brushed mine as he spoke, his thumb stroking the spot my pulse was trying to beat out of my neck.

“What else would you do?”

I hadn’t instructed my mouth to ask that, but I wasn’t complaining. Because, again, wow.

His lips quirked. “I’m not sure you wanna know. My imagination’s started to get a bit out of hand.”

“More unspeakable things?”

“And they’re growing increasingly unspeakable by the second. It might scare you off.”

“That would be the best-case scenario. Then we’d avoid all the mistakes we’re about to make.”

“And this feels like a mistake to you, does it?”

It wasn’t until I’d opened my mouth to say yes that I realized it might not be entirely accurate. It was a mistake, yes, it just didn’t feel like one. Not with the way our bodies were melted against each other, his thumbs caressing my skin.

“Just tell me what you’ll do,” I insisted.

One more hesitant heartbeat, almost like he was debating how honest he was going to be, and then, “I’ll make you wear that little green slip, take you over my knee, and spank you for what you put me through last night. I’ll tie you up and edge you once for every lie you’ve told me.” He paused to run the tip of his tongue across my bottom lip as his fingers squeezed my throat again. “And as punishment for being so fucking pretty, for making me want you like this, I’ll keep you tied up while I force you to come for me. Over and over again. Until you’re well beyond begging and pleading for me to stop; until the only word you remember how to say is my name.”

Holy shit.

“And that’s just to start,” he promised.

He waited for me to respond, but my brain was buffering and the only thing I could do was gawk up at him.

“You wanna know more?” he teased, evidently amused by the silence he’d stunned me into.

When my faculties finally decided to return, I said, “I—you’re talking as if this isn’t just a one-time thing.”

“Do you think this is going to be just a one-time thing?”

“I know it is.”

“I see.” He didn’t even attempt to hide the fact that he didn’t believe me. “So you don’t want to know the rest. We should just… move on to the main event?”

The fact that his thumbs continued to caress my skin in that mind-melting way wasn’t helping my rational thinking abilities.

“You should just, um, tell me anyway. Just so I know what bullets I’m dodging,” I said.

He let out a low rumbling laugh, as if I’d made a joke. “When you’re good, I’ll want to reward you. I’ll buy you toys and play with you. I’ll bind your wrists and feed you my cock. I’ll praise you, lick you, and fuck you the way you need.” He bit my bottom lip, then licked it soothingly. “I’d spoil you absolutely rotten if you let me, Ria.”

Good fucking lord.

“How does that sound?” he murmured.

“You have quite the filthy mouth on you, Mr. Cloutier.”

“You don’t seem to mind it one bit, Miss Sanchez.”

I didn’t. Quite the opposite, actually.

“Answer my question. How does that sound?”

“I shouldn't want any of that.”

“But you do.” It wasn't a question.

I swallowed. “Yeah.”

“Which part?”

“All of it.”

“Say it.”

The resistance eased, my desire to rebel overwhelmed by the much more urgent and rabid need for Adrien to make good on every one of his threats and promises. Arousal was one hell of a drug; especially when it had been repressed for so long.

“I want it.”

His breath hitched, his grip on my neck tightening slightly. “Be specific.”

“I want you to touch me. I want to be punished, praised, and everything else you just said.” And then, because he’d promised to reward me for being good, I swallowed a small chunk of my pride and said, “Please.”

A pleased rumble rolled from the depth of his throat. “What’s your safeword?”

“Cinnamon.”

“When I kiss you, are you going to wage war again?”

I shook my head.

“Good girl.”

His mouth lowered to mine again. This time it wasn’t a battle. This time our teeth weren’t out to draw blood, and our tongues weren’t trying to take each other down. We withdrew our fangs and our claws, I let him take over, and holy shit, it was so much better. My toes curled, my heart leaped, fireflies swarmed my stomach, and it felt like I was burning from the inside out, but in the best possible way.

Adrien didn’t release my neck or wrists, using his grip on them to keep me exactly where he wanted me, and didn’t give me much choice in the matter. It was shocking (concerning?) how much my body enjoyed that once I stopped resisting it.

I was just about to pass out from the lack of oxygen when he finally pulled his lips away. I almost whined.

“Take my belt off,” he said in a low command.

He let go of my wrists but kept his other hand where it was, his thumb stroking the side of my neck. My head remained tilted up so he could watch my face while I fumbled with his belt.

“You are aggravatingly, inconveniently… maddeningly beautiful, Ria.”

My heart tripped all over itself as the words replayed in my head, and his smirk told me he’d felt it. I peeled off his belt, and he took it from my hand.

“Get on the bed and spread your legs for me—”

Obviously, I wasn’t going to keep obeying him so easily. I still had most of my pride, my dignity.

“—pretty girl.”

The air rushed out of my lungs so fast it made my head spin. My lashes fluttered, my heart slammed into my ribs, and, fuck me, I couldn’t believe how much I loved it when he called me that.

His mouth expanded into a slow grin as he watched my reaction, his dimples popping in delight.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, leaning down to suckle on my bottom lip. “How is it fair? How was I supposed to stand a chance?”

I didn’t know, but he definitelyneeded to make me pay for it. For sure.

“Get on the bed for me,” he said again.

“I thought you wanted me to change into the green slip first.”

He nipped at my chin. “That’s for tomorrow night. I’ve got a different score to settle with you right now. If you keep making me wait, there might be consequences,” he said in a playfully devilish tone.

I considered it. “Like the fun kind of consequences, or no?”

He chuckled. “The reward will be much better. I’d choose to listen if I were you.”

I didn’t argue with him this time. Didn’t feel the need to insist—once again—that there wasn’t going to be a tomorrow night. I got on my back, holding his gaze as my thighs spread for him.

He stepped up to the edge of the bed, searing gaze trailing fire down my body.

“Sanchez.” He purred my name before running a single finger down my stomach. A whole bunch of muscles south of my bellybutton quivered. “You’ve soaked through these panties. They’re ruined. Is this all for me?”

I wasn’t going to dignify that with a response.

“Yes,” my slutty mouth tattled immediately.

“You like it when I talk about all the depraved things I want to do to you?”

“I’ll like it more when you actually do them. But yes, apparently dirty talk is a big thing for me.” Who knew.

He hummed. “Put your wrists together.”

I listened, watching as he expertly looped his leather belt over and under my wrists, securing them. Another unknown kink of mine unlocked. It was like a video game.

“How’s that? Too tight?”

I shook my head.

Then he walked away from the bed.

I was tempted to bang my head against the mattress. I knew he was doing it on purpose. The waiting was part of my punishment. But at this rate I was going to die from horniness before he even touched me.

And then I heard the strange clinks. I frowned, twisting my head to look at Adrien as he approached the bed again. He was holding a crystal tumbler filled with… oh god.

“Tell me, Sanchez. Did you really sneak ice into my coffee last week? Is that why they were always lukewarm when you brought them to me?”

Okay, well, I could say with absolute certainty that I hadn’t seen this one coming.

“Maybe.”

Where the hell had he gotten the ice from? There was a mini fridge in the room, but he’d walked in the opposite direction.

“And you lied to me about it.”

“I did.”

“You thought it was funny.”

“Hilarious,” I confirmed.

“Would you do it again?”

“In a heartbeat. You were being a huge dick that first week.”

His mouth quirked as he set the glass down on the bedside table. “I see.”

He leaned over me then, bracing a palm beside my head on the mattress as he lowered his lips to mine. The kiss was deceptively tender and sweet. It pulled an eager little whimper out of me, making my toes dig into the duvet.

“And have you ever had your clit teased with ice, Miss Sanchez?” he murmured against my lips.

I could feel my cheeks flush as arousal boiled in my core. “Can’t say I have, no.”

He kissed me again, soft and torturously sweet. “Any theories as to what it might feel like?”

“Cold,” I deadpanned.

He chuckled, and before I could make a smart comment about stupid questions, he pressed the small cube of ice into the crook of my neck, and ohkay, wow. There was cold, and then there was being touched by frigid ice when your body had spent the last twenty minutes burning from the inside out.

Adrien swallowed my gasp with a deep kiss, his tongue caressing mine as my back arched off the bed. I shivered and whined when he began to move the already-melting cube of torture down my neck, chest, cleavage. My hips squirmed, my wrists jerking against their restraints. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and pull his body down to mine.

“How's that?” he teased, slowly sliding the frozen cube down my ribs.

“Cold.”

Another small laugh. I couldn't pinpoint when he'd started to find my humor amusing exactly, but it sparked an oddly pleasant sense of satisfaction in my chest every time he smiled or laughed at one of my jokes. Especially when they weren't particularly funny.

“Have we started to learn our lesson yet?” he asked as he continued to run the piece of ice over my ribs.

“I don't know, should we check? Go grab some coffee and see if I dump any—oh.”

Apparently, my lower stomach was incredibly sensitive to extreme temperatures. Especially when it was caught off-guard by them.

“Don’t move,” Adrien ordered as he guided the ice up to my bellybutton. He left it there. “If you let it fall, you won't get to come tonight.”

“What? That's so mean,” I argued. It would take one inadvertent jerk of a muscle or limb for the slippery little fucker to slide right off my skin, and my abs were already starting to quiver.

“But if you manage to keep it there while I strip you naked, I'll let you come on my tongue before I fuck you.”

Oh.

Oh, okay.

Cool. Cool cool cool.

“I mean, sure, if that’s what you want.”

He flashed me another mischievous grin as his fingers began trailing down my hips, thighs. “Think you can do it?”

“I think the ice will be fully melted before this conversation is over. Do you normally talk this much during sex?”

“No,” he answered. “Not even close.”

“Ah, another torture method, then.” Well, the joke was on him since I was quite enjoying this.

He didn't answer, his attention glued to my skin as his hands roamed up to my chest. Then he peeled the lacey bra down my rib cage, until my breasts were on full display for him.

“Jesus. Look at how fucking perfect you are.”

Objectively, this wasn't true. Objectively, I wasn't anywhere close to being perfect. However, that knowledge did absolutely nothing to temper my body’s response to the compliment. I practically melted into the mattress.

And I was so wrapped up in the warm burn of his words, and in trying to remain as still as possible under the freezing pinch of ice against my stomach, that I hadn’t noticed he’d reached for another cube until I felt him drag it over my left nipple.

Goosebumps spread across every available inch of my skin as I gasped, but I managed to stop my body just before it squirmed and flailed. A miracle.

“Good girl,” Adrien praised lowly, circling my pink bud with the fresh cube. That felt... so much more intense than I’d been anticipating. Maybe because of the surprise element.

I breathed out a small curse and made the mistake of closing my eyes. Adrien chose that exact moment to take my teased nipple into his scorching mouth, and, “Oh!”

The sudden contrast between the ice and the heat of his mouth was everything. He suckled and nipped and licked, and I moaned, my neck arching as a string of involuntary tremors ran down my limbs. Beads of melted ice trickled down the side of my stomach, and I had to keep my wrists from fighting against their restraints again. I wanted to shove him down onto the bed and have my wicked way with him. Now.

I’d had enough teasing.

“Adrien,” I pleaded.

“You’re doing so good, pretty girl,” he praised, rewarding me with another tantalizing flick of his tongue.

Oh god.

I bit back the please that had formed on the tip of my tongue and tried to remain still as Adrien’s hand moved down to my hips, nudging and playing with the dainty lace covering my aching center. Just an inch lower, I just needed his fingers to move one inch lower.

Then he pressed the ice against my inner thighs, and I almost lost it.

I shivered, gasped, moaned. “Adrien,” I pleaded.

“Do you have any fucking idea how good it feels to hear you moan my name like that?”

A dry, breathless laugh scraped out of my throat. “You should reward me for it.”

He hummed, and just as the concentrated pinch of frozen ice on my belly was becoming a little too much to bear, my panties were peeled down my legs and discarded. Finally.

“Can I move now?” I asked breathlessly.

“Have you learned your lesson yet?” he asked, edging the wet ice closer to my labia.

“No. This is kind of amazing.” I’d have drowned his coffee in ice if I’d known this was how he’d get back at me for it. “If this is how you intend to punish me for—”

I choked on the rest of my sentence when he slid the melting ice to my center. Any control I had left over my body evaporated. My limbs seized, my torso curved, the ice slipped off my skin, and all the air whooshed out of my lungs.

“Oh my god,” I breathed. And then I repeated it four more times, because oh my god.

“What about now? Have you learned your lesson?” He circled my clit twice, adding just enough pressure to make my hips buckle. And I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to scramble away from the biting cold, or to press closer and chase the friction I desperately needed.

“Adrien. I need—ah.”

“Look at how fast the ice is melting against your pussy. Does that feel good, pretty girl?”

“Yes.” I wasn’t crying, but it sounded like I was crying.

“How do you think it’ll feel when I replace it with my mouth and lick you fucking senseless?” He was sliding it over my center, around my clit, teasing, teasing, teasing. Little droplets of water were dripping through my folds, driving me insane.

“Show me,” I rasped, grinding my hips into his hand.

“Is that what you want?” He pressed the ice firmly against my clit. “My mouth on your cunt?”

So desperately it hurt. “Yes.”

And just when it felt like I was going to burst from desperation, he sunk down to his knees in front of the bed, pulled my hips toward his face, and ruined my fucking life.

The stark contrast between the cool ice and the searing heat of his mouth set my oversensitive nerves on blazing fire, making me scream. The ice was discarded, and he splayed my thighs wide open as his mouth started working me with a relentless hunger that made me shudder and moan. Over and over and over again.

“Look at what you’ve done to me, pretty girl,” he murmured into my center before spoiling it with another string of agonizingly slow and thorough licks. “I should punish you for tasting so fucking sweet.”

I whimpered his name, my fingers digging into his hair as my hips began to grind against his mouth with shameless need. I was getting close, the tension in my stomach coiling unbearably tight. And the more I said his name, the more feverish his hunger became.

Then he nipped at my labia with his teeth.

The shock of pleasure zapped me so hard I gasped, my upper body jolting off the mattress. And before I could even thinkabout recovering, he bit me again, then sucked my clit into his scorching mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Over. And over. And over again.

I saw stars.

My mouth was wide open, but no air went in, and no sound came out.

My grip on his hair tightened as the pleasure of release slammed into my body, my legs wrapping around his head. My muscles twitched and spasmed, my ears rang, and my speckled vision blurred around the edges. I was falling, gasping, and panting as Adrien continued to lick and suck me eagerly—enthusiastically—keeping his mouth buried between my legs well beyond the crash of my orgasm.

His tongue dipped into my soaked entrance, and he let out a growl of pleasure, shuddering against me.

Too much.

Too much too much too much.

I couldn’t.

But I’d lost my voice.

I nudged weakly at his forehead with my palm, trying to get him to relent. His defiant groan vibrated against my oversensitive clit, and I swear I almost cried. My thighs were quivering against his ears, my seizing lungs desperate for oxygen. I needed to breathe, but every time he licked me it sent another zip of electricity through my body.

I choked out a whimper, my liquid knuckles prodding his forehead with desperation.

Please, please, please.

Finally, I managed to get him to lift his head. He looked up at me with a dazed and drunken expression, his cheeks flushed, eyes unfocused, his mouth wet and shiny with the evidence of my moans.

I puddled. My bound hands collapsed onto my wet stomach, my bones lost all structural integrity, and I melted right into the mattress.

It took a minute or two, but little by little, my senses started to return. Little by little, I became aware of the physical sensations coursing blissfully through my body. Of Adrien placing soft kisses along my skin, and of his tongue tracing the wetness of my folds and inner thighs like he wanted to keep my taste in his mouth for a little while longer.

Eventually his kisses began to trail up my stomach, my chest, and neck, until he was leaning over me again. He gazed a little too deeply into my eyes, kissed my lips a little too sweetly.

“How was that?” he murmured.

I half-blinked up at his dark emerald eyes. They were so unbelievably stunning.

I lifted my head and kissed him as softly as he’d kissed me, my hands reaching for the front of his shirt. I pulled him closer, my legs snaking around his waist.

“Ria.”

I kissed him again, my fingers working to unbutton his shirt. It was his turn. I wanted to make him feel just as good as he’d made me feel. Better, even.

The desire to break him came back with a vengeance. This time, though, it didn’t carry the same sharp edge as last time. This time I wanted him to crumble from pure pleasure. To make him fall apart for me—because of me. We fell into a tangle of desperate and breathless kisses, the needy heat returning to my core with impossible speed. I shouldn’t have been turned on again this quickly. Then again, Adrien shouldn’t have been able to make me come that hard.

Nothing made sense.

He rasped a curse against my lips when I ground my hips against his, chasing further friction. Then he was throwing off his shirt, unbuttoning his slacks. Our mouths separated for exactly four seconds so he could fish a condom out of his wallet and get rid of his pants (I knew because I counted), and then we were back, making out like our lives depended on it.

I ran my fingers down his chest and abs while our tongues were tangled, swallowing the broken groan I pulled out of him when my fingers reached the hem of his briefs. He stopped my wrists before I could go farther down south, though, gripping the belt he had snaked around my wrists, and using it to pin my hands above my head.

I fucking loved it. My insides purred, my throat sang, and my thighs widened an extra inch.

“You still haven’t told me how you like to be fucked, Ria,” Adrien murmured against my skin. His lips were on my neck, kissing and biting and nibbling.

I wanted him to fuck me just like this, holding my wrists above my head. I wanted to see him lose control because of me. I wanted him to come so hard he saw stars and heard ringing in his ears and lost the ability to speak coherently.

“However you want,” my mouth said. Half the major circuits in my brain had melted, and the remaining half were highly compromised. “Use me.”

If we were only going to do this once, we might as well get carried away and go all out. Get it out of our systems.

I’d never see him again after this, so who cared?

A curse rumbled out of Adrien in response, and then his mouth was on mine again. Kissing me with feverish desperation.

When we were forced to come up for air, he pushed himself off the bed, pulled off his briefs, and ripped the square foil he was holding. But I paid absolutely no attention to any of that.

Because of course.

Of course,he was packing the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen in real life. It snapped against his hard stomach the second it was freed. Thick, long, perfectly curved, and leaking at the angry tip. If cock museums were a thing, his would be the biggest (literally) featured exhibition. The building would be named, shaped, and modeled after his dick. I wanted to lick it.

God, I hated him.

“How dare you, on top of everything else?” I asked him quite seriously. “Where the hell do you get off, Adrien?”

He smirked, taking his gorgeous member in his fist. He knew exactly what I was talking about. “Inside you, Sanchez. That’s where I get off.”

Ooooh.

I grinned. “Good one.”

His eyes flickered down to my smiling lips, his smirk fading as his fist began to move up and down. After a few strokes, he rolled on the condom and leaned down again, placing a palm beside my right ear.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve fucked my fist over the last week, thinking about that smart mouth of yours wrapped around my cock?” he murmured darkly as he cupped my left breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers.

“Mmm” was my response.

“Keep your hands up,” he ordered when I instinctively reached for him. I obeyed, placing my bound wrists back above my head. “Now, answer my question.”

“Thousands, probably,” I said cheekily. “I’ve got it on good authority that my lips are plump and pink, and that certain egotistical men with weird eyes and mediocre mouths tend to lose their itty-bitty minds over them.”

He flashed me two amused dimples. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m also very pretty when I blush. It’s no wonder the aforementioned men never stood a chance. Poor suckers.”

He chuckled. “And how fair do you think that is? What gives youthe right to be so pretty and distracting?”

“Clearly I’m the wrong type of distracting, because we keep talking instead of fucking.”

I couldn’t even make it sound like I was complaining anymore. I’d never talked so much during sex; didn’t realize it was something I’d be so into.

“Did it occur to you that maybe I’m buying myself a bit of cooldown time?” He kissed me once. “That I enjoyed eating you out so much that I almost came in my pants like a fucking teenager?”

The words slithered straight to my core, making it clench.

“You have no idea,” he murmured. I felt it then, the tip of his large member aligning with my entrance. “You have no fucking idea how distracting you’ve been. How much space in my itty-bitty mind your smart mouth has been occupying.”

My teeth sank into my bottom lip, a shudder rippling through me. I wanted him to thrust into me so bad my core kept pulsing, trying to suck him in. He stroked the tip of his shaft along my slit, his heat-doused eyes locked on mine. Up, down.

I whimpered, wrapping my legs around him again, trying to pull him in. I’d had enough foreplay and teasing for a lifetime.

And right before I was about to break down and start begging, he thrust into me at just the right angle.

Oh.

My head rolled, my clit fluttering as a moan tore from my throat in response to the pleasure of being filled. That felt... way too incredible, way too quickly. Even the pinch of pain felt good.

“Fuck. Ria.” His lips were on my neck, the crook of my shoulder, kissing, licking, biting as his hips rolled, working him deeper.

My ankles pressed into his lower back, pleading for more.

“Deeper?” he rasped.

My nod was frantic. “Yeah.”

He began to thrust harder, a growl rippling from the depths of his chest. Until he was buried all the way inside me. Until the world around us melted away. Until all the talking and banter was replaced with desperate curses and shallow breaths, and, “Oh god, Adrien.”

He trembled when I said his name, a shuddering hiss of a breath escaping his lips.

Fuck it felt good.

It felt so, so, so good. Unreasonably, illogically, indisputably amazing. Like I’d been misusing my body my whole life, and this was what it’d been made for.

“Sanchez.”

It was a warning, a plea, a groan, all rolled into one. My muscles clenched possessively around him, and I felt him shudder again in response.

“Harder,” I pleaded. I could tell he was holding back, and it wasn’t because he wanted to. “I can take it.”

“Fuck. Fuck.” His fingers dug into my hips, his groans raw and feral as his movements became increasingly punishing. And the more I cried out, the more he let go. It was heaven.

He was thrusting into me like he was mad at me. Like he hated how much he loved it, and it was all my fault.

“Is this what you wanted, pretty girl? You need to be fucked hard like this?”

“Yes,” I gasped. Holy shit. I was close again. So, so close. My fingers tightened around a fistful of the duvet above my head, my toes curling as a familiar, all-consuming tingle sprouted in my core.

The pressure built so fast I couldn’t keep up—couldn’t grasp the reins and pull it back, make this whole thing last a little longer. And I really wanted it to last longer.

“God. Fuck. Ria.” Each rough word was punctuated by a deep, bruising thrust. On the last one I unraveled, clenching hard around him as another orgasm ripped through me.

He growled, fingers digging into my flesh as he sped up, chasing his own climax. It didn’t take long. I felt every jerk and spasm as he came, memorized every sound he made. Until he finally collapsed beside me, spent and exhausted.

We were both heaving and gasping for breath, our bodies covered in a light sheet of sweat. I stared up at the ceiling, unsuccessfully trying to parse out the range of emotions tangled in my stomach. When I finally managed to turn my head to look at him, I found him watching me with the same expression I was wearing.

Because holy fuck.

There was good sex, and then there was that.