Page 162 of Joker

The shift in him. The restraint. The way his fingers flex once against the bed like he’s holding himself still by force. “Careful,” he murmurs.

There’s no real warning left in it now. Just heat. Just want. Just that same dangerous certainty that’s been building between us since the moment we met.

I don’t stop. I let the moment stretch.

Let the space between us tighten. Let him watch. Let myself be seen. Because for once, being seen doesn’t feel like a threat.

It feels like power. It feels like choosing.

By the time the last barrier between us disappears, the room is silent except for the music and the sound of both of us breathing a little too hard.

Joker’s gaze is locked on me. Unblinking. Intense enough to make my knees feel weak and my chest feel too full. “Come here,” he says quietly.

Not loud. Not demanding. But there’s no question in it. No hesitation. No room for refusal.

And the terrifying thing is, I don’t want to refuse.

I step into him.

And the second I’m within reach, his hands are on me again, pulling me in, grounding me, claiming the space between us in a way that feels nothing like control and everything like certainty.

Like I chose this. Like he knows I did. Like he’s not letting me go.

The world outside that room fades completely. The clubhouse. The noise. The past.

All of it disappears.

Until there is only this—

Heat. Breath. Hands. And the undeniable, impossible truth settling deep in my chest:

I am already his. And I don’t think I ever want to be anything else.

Joker turns us so I'm laying beneath him. “Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” He moves toward the end table but I grab his wrist.

“I have an IUD, I don’t want any barriers between us.” My hands move up his arm to his neck pulling his mouth toward mine. “I want to feel every inch of you, Travis.”

“Fuck.” It’s all he says before his mouth assaults mine. Stealing the very breath from me that I'd happily give him. “It gets too much, or you want me to stop you say the word.” His eyes look into mine waiting for acknowledgment.

I nod. “Make me yours.”

His mouth curves into a smile, “my fucking pleasure.”

His hands grip my hips flipping me over so i’m on all fours, one trails my spine pushing my face forward. His other hand rubs my ass, “you’re like a fucking dream baby. I bet you’re soaked too aren’t you?”

I don’t answer my brain has officially stopped working.

His palm comes down on my ass and I inhale sharply. It doesn't hurt, the sting is there, but it’s laced with heat and wanting.

“Answer me angel, you wet and ready for me?”

“Yes,” I groan, because I am.

His hand slowly drags through my center while his other fists into my mass of hair. Before I can even think he plunges into me, filling me in the best way possible. The hand in my hair pulls me until I’m raised up on my knees. “I’m gonna fuck you just like this baby,” his voice whispers in my ear, his chin resting on my shoulder. “You want that?”

“Please, I need…” My body is so overwhelmed with him that I can't even string together a sentence.

“I know what you need.” he starts to pump in and out of me and in this position it’s amazing.