And then she dived down, plastering her chest to my body and kissing me, the feel of her breath against my mouth covering my skin with heat.
God, I was addicted.
“Don’t look to anyone else to give you this,” I growled in a whisper, kissing her again.
“Michael,” she panted softly. “I never wanted anyone else. Don’t you see that?”
She pulled back, sitting upright, and I watched
her close her eyes and her glowing skin move in front of me as her breasts bounced with her movements. Her hair fell over her shoulders and down her back, revealing her scar, and I reached up, running my thumb down its length.
“So beautiful,” I whispered.
She gasped, moving faster and faster. “Oh, God,” she whimpered.
And I felt my cock rush with heat, and I tensed up, squeezing my eyes shut. “Christ,” I groaned. “Baby, you better slow down or be ready to come.”
“I’m coming,” she breathed out. “I’m coming.”
And then she pumped harder and faster, a light layer of sweat on her neck, and then she locked up, stilling as she dug her nails into my shoulders.
“Oh, God!” she cried out, jerking into me again and again.
And I grunted, pumping my hips up into her and spilling inside of her as my abs tightened and every muscle in my body strained and burned.
She collapsed on top of me, burying her lips in my neck, and for several seconds it was just us breathing. The rise and fall of my chest with hers, and I never wanted to move from this spot.
Rika. Little Monster.
“I don’t forgive you for what you’ve done to me,” she whispered, her voice still shaking from the orgasm. “But you’re right. I don’t think I can say no to you.”
I closed my eyes, threading a hand through her hair and holding her close.
I don’t think I can say no to you, either.
I RUB MY HANDS UP AND DOWN my face, groaning with the weight on my eyes and the ache in my head.
“Shit,” I grumble, turning my head slowly and seeing that I’m in the media room.
“Did we finish that whole bottle?” I hear Kai ask.
I tilt my head back, spotting him on the other couch with his face buried in his hands. I glance at the table in front of him, seeing an empty bottle of Johnnie Walker.
Peeling myself off the sofa, I sit up, my stomach rolling and a bitter taste in my mouth.
“Goddamn,” he says, pulling out his phone. “She must be pretty damn sweet to get you to drink like that.”
“Fuck you,” I growl under my breath.
I hear him give a weak laugh as I try to steady myself. The room is spinning, and I blow out a breath, feeling bile rise in my throat as last night comes flooding back.
The warehouse. Rika.
I had her in my arms. Finally. Why did I fuck it up?
But then I hear Kai’s ragged breath, and I look up to see him staring wide-eyed at his phone.
“Michael,” he says, looking scared. “Get your fuckin’ phone out, man.”