Page 32 of Ruthless Claim

We crash together with the force of an impending storm.

I release her arms before I reach down and grip her thighs.

Her legs wrap around my waist, and I can feel the heat of her core press up against me as she grinds her hips. I rip my mouth away from hers with a moan.

“Fuck you,” she says as she digs her nails into my shoulders, shuddering as my teeth scrape against her neck.

“I plan to.”

I reach down and tear her lace underwear from her body, tossing the scraps of fabric to the floor.

Valentina cries out as I quickly slide a finger inside her, meeting no resistance.

I hold back a groan at how ready she already is for me.

I smirk. “Wet already.” I thrust my fingers in and out as she fights against me. “You can’t lie to me and say you don’t enjoy this as much as I do.”

Valentina rolls her hips against my fingers as she moans loudly. “I still hate you,” she pants out, digging into my shoulders harder.

I grin. “Then hate me.”

When I pull my hand from her, she lets out a reluctant sound at the loss, but I’m not done with her yet.

Making quick work of my belt, I shove my pants and boxer briefs down until they pool around my ankles, and I kick them to the side.

Her body shakes in anticipation as I grip her thighs tightly. My hips flex and I slide against her once, twice, before notching myself at her entrance.

“You will be the end of me,” I breathe.

Her mouth opens to answer, but before she can I thrust inside her in one fluid motion.

Valentina cries out at the sudden entry, keening at the stretch. Her nails claw at my back and her teeth sink into my shoulder.

I welcome the pain as a million sensations wash over me. Fuck, she feels amazing.

It’s not fucking fair.

Her warmth coats me in the best possible way and I groan, pulling out slightly before snapping my hips back to hers.

She is slick and ready for me.

“Fuck me, Cillian.”

I push against her as my hips begin thrusting. Valentina bites, claws, and meets me thrust for thrust.

The more she fights me, the harder I fuck her.

Her hands reach out and tangle in my hair before her fists close and she yanks forcefully, causing my head to tilt back.

A growl forms deep in my chest.

I take hold of her wrist and slam it back on the table above her head, shifting slightly to make sure she doesn’t slide off.

She gasps in a mixture of pain and pleasure as I continue to fuck her.

Our breaths are heavy, stuttering between moans and curses at each movement.

“Valentina—fuck—you’re so⁠—”