Page 113 of Bad Girl
My eyes fluttered.
He hit harder.
Dug deeper.
His hands moved—bit into my hips and pulled me back onto him.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more he growled.
The growl of a ferocious beast. His black wolf rising through him.
The beautiful stretch of pain came as he drove his knot inside—thick and insistent—and the hours-long tension detonated.
I cried out.
A rough, guttural sound that dissolved into a growl when his hand pressed over my mouth. The pleasure didn’t stop—it rolled on even as his seed flooded through me, and the heat of it made me clench down hard.
Again and again.
His feral grunts pulled me straight back to the heat. To his rut. To us.
I finally understood why people had sex in obscure places.
He pulled me back and settled us into his chair, his knot locked deeper as I sank down onto him.
He sighed. One hand moved between my legs—keeping me on edge, drawing out every last drop. The other settled over my breast.
“I love you,” he whispered, his lips at my temple.
I froze.
His fingers moved in slow circles until I contracted around him again.
“It was always you, Nika,” he murmured.“You’remybad girl.”
He ruined it all by telling me was keeping my underwear. I guess it was kind of sweet in an unhinged way that he needed them until we finished work.
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Lunch was sushi, eaten while locked down on his knot. He’d been prepared enough to keep it in his desk drawer.
We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to.
When the time came to dethrone myself it wasn’t pleasant for either of us.
“I’ll walk you to your floor,” he said, glancing up from fastening his belt.
“How about you give me my knickers back? I’m leaking,” I said.
He threaded the belt through the last loop before raising both hands in a shrug.
“They’re mine now. And I love how you smell right now.”
I sniffed the air.
Sex.
Him.
