Page 116 of Twisted Steel

Her hands flex against the bench.“Hard.”

My control snaps by degrees.Not wild enough to forget her.But enough that the leash goes slack.

I press a kiss to the back of her shoulder.“You say stop, I stop.”

“I know.”

“You say slow, I slow.”

“Steel...”

“You say my name like that again, and I may lose my mind.”

Her smile is pure sin.“Marcus.”

I shove her thighs wider with my knee and push inside her in one deep stroke.She cries out, and I stop, every muscle locked.

Her hand shoots back and grips my hip.“Don’t you dare stop.”

I bury my face against the side of her neck and move.Hard.Deep.Out of control in the only way I allow myself to be with her—reckless with need.The workbench creaks under her hands.Tools rattle against the wall.Outside, the music pounds louder, laughter rising every few seconds like the whole fucking club is celebrating while I fall apart inside the woman who somehow became my home.

She pushes back against me, takes me, meets every thrust like she wants the same madness.

“Fuck, Harper.”

“More.”The word is breathless.Demanding.Perfect.

I give her more.One hand locks on her hip.The other slides up her body, over her ribs, beneath her shirt, finding skin, heat, the wild beat of her heart under my palm.

“That’s it,” I say against her ear.“Take me just like that.You feel how good you are for me?”

She whimpers, and I love it even though I never thought I would like that sound from anyone.From her, it almost kills me.

“Answer me,” I demand, thrusting harshly.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I feel it.”

“Good girl.”Her body clenches around me, and I nearly lose the last bit of my control.“Fuck.You like that.”

“Shut up.”She moans.

I laugh into her hair.“No.”

“Steel.”

“There she is.”I thrust deeper, and her words break apart.“My sharp-mouthed medic.So fucking pretty when you let go.”

Her head drops, and I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her upright against me, still moving, still buried inside her.Her back hits my chest.My mouth finds her throat.My hand slides down, over her stomach, lower.

She gasps.Outside, someone bangs on the bay door.

“Everything good in there?”Fury shouts.

Harper freezes, but I don’t.I cover her mouth with my hand just as she moans, my other hand working between her thighs while I move inside her, strumming her distended clit.