Page 63 of Toxic Attraction
I should say no. Should tell him I'm tired. Should do anything except follow him.
I follow him.
Down the hallway to his private quarters. Into his bedroom—massive, dark, everything expensive and masculine and smelling like him.
He closes the door behind us and locks it.
Then he just looks at me for a long moment.
"I need to fuck you." The words come out blunt. Raw. "I need you."
I should say no.
Every rational part of my brain is screaming to say no. To run. To put distance between myself and this man who's become an addiction I can't control.
"Yes." The word falls out before I can stop it.
Something in his expression shifts. Goes darker. Hungrier.
He moves.
Fast. Brutal. Backing me against the door we just came through, hands already shoving my skirt up around my waist.
"No underwear again?" His fingers find me bare and already wet. "Good girl. Fucking hell, Valerie."
"Lev—"
He kisses me. Swallows whatever I was going to say. His tongue invades my mouth while his fingers work between my thighs, and I'm lost.
Completely, utterly lost.
His other hand fumbles with his belt. Gets it open. Shoves his pants down just enough.
"Wrap your legs around me." His voice is rough. Desperate. "Now."
I obey without thinking. Jump slightly, and he catches me, pins me against the door, and positions himself.
Then he's inside me in one brutal thrust.
I cry out—it's too much, too fast, I'm not ready—but he swallows the sound with another kiss.
And starts moving.
Hard. Fast. Desperate. Like he needs this to survive. Like I'm oxygen and he's drowning.
The door rattles with each thrust. My back hits the wood over and over. His hands grip my thighs hard enough to bruise.
It's frantic. Raw. Nothing gentle or controlled about it.
Just need.
"Ty svedyosh' menya s uma," he growls against my neck.You're driving me insane."Can't think about anything except this. Except you. Except being inside you."
His teeth find my shoulder. Bite down hard enough that I gasp and clench around him.
"Fuck. Do that again." He bites harder, and I can't help it—my body responds, tightening around him, pulling him deeper.
"Lev—oh God—"
