Page 132 of Cold Bastard
His kiss was brutal and desperate, all teeth and tongue and raw, unfiltered need. He kissed me like he was drowning and I was air, like he had been starving for two months and I was the only thing that could sustain him. And God help me, I kissed him back just as hard.
My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer even as my mind screamed at me to stop, to push him away, to protect myself. But my body didn’t care about protection. My body only cared about the way his hands felt on my skin, the way his mouth moved against mine, the way his cock was already hard and pressing against my stomach.
This is a mistake. This is a terrible, horrible mistake.
But I didn’t stop.
Nano’s hands slid down to my thighs, lifting me effortlessly as he pressed me harder against the door. I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively, gasping as the movement ground his erection directly against my core. “Fuck,” he groaned against my mouth, his hips rolling forward in a slow, deliberate grind that made my entire body light up. “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this.”
“Shut up,” I panted, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Just shut up and fuck me.”
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and wild and filled with something that looked too much like love. “Alex—”
“I said shut up,” I snapped, grabbing his face and pulling him back into another bruising kiss. “I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to think. I just want you to fuck me until I can’t remember why I hate you.”
Something in his expression shifted. Something primal and possessive, and utterly devastating. “You want me to fuck you?” he growled, his voice dropping to that low, dangerous register that made my thighs clench. “You want me to remind you who you belong to?”
“I don’t belong to anyone,” I shot back, even as my body betrayed me by arching into his touch.
“Liar,” he murmured, his mouth moving to my neck, his teeth scraping against my pulse point. “You’ve always been mine, Alex. From the moment I saw you, you were mine.”
No. No, I’m not his. I’m not anyone’s.
But my body didn’t agree. My body was already trembling, already aching, already desperate for him to touch me the way only he could.
Nano’s hands moved to the waistband of my shorts, yanking them down with a roughness that should have scared me but only made me wetter. He didn’t bother with finesse, didn’t bother with teasing. He just shoved the fabric down my legs and let it fall to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my tank top and panties.
“These too,” he ordered, his fingers hooking into the sides of my underwear.
I should have told him no. Should have made him work for it. Should have donesomethingto maintain some semblance of control.
But I didn’t.
I lifted my hips, letting him strip the last barrier between us, and the look on his face when he saw me. God, the look on his face nearly undid me.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his eyes locked on my exposed pussy. “You’re already wet.”
“Shut up,” I muttered, my cheeks burning with shame and arousal.
“No,” he said, his fingers sliding through my folds, gathering the evidence of my desire. “I’m not shutting up. I’m going to tell you exactly how fucking perfect you are. How much I’ve missed tasting you. How much I’ve missed making you come.”
His fingers found my clit, circling it with just enough pressure to make me gasp, and I hated how easily my body responded to him. Hated how quickly I was spiraling toward the edge.
“Nano.”
“Say it,” he demanded, his thumb pressing harder against my clit as two fingers slid inside me. “Say you’re mine.”
“Fuck you,” I panted, my hips rocking against his hand despite my defiance.
“Say it,” he repeated, his fingers curling inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision blur. “Say you’re mine, or I stop.”
No. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.
“I’m...” I choked on the words, my pride warring with my desperation. “I’m yours.”
“Louder.”
“I’m yours!” My words came out as a broken sob, and I hated myself for how easily I surrendered. “I’m yours, Nano. I’ve always been yours.”
