“Now,” I said, “or I’ll come behind the desk and do it myself.”
He quickly typed on his computer and then handed me a keycard. “Room twenty-one. Second floor.”
This old hotel was small and had no elevators. Once we made it to the staircase, I lifted Marjorie into my arms and carried her up the one flight to the second floor. A few seconds later, we were inside room twenty-one, Marjorie pinned against the wall, our lips smashed together.
I kissed her angrily. Possessively. Without gentleness.
No, tonight I wouldn’t be gentle.
She’d scared the shit out of me, and she’d pay for it.
I didn’t have to pry her mouth open. Her lips parted quickly, and her velvet tongue met mine. I thrust into her mouth, jabbing, swirling, taking.
I wanted to drug her with this kiss, poison her against anyone but me.
Truly make her mine and only mine.
Never again would I find her in a hotel bar with another man. Never again would she not answer her phone.
Never again.
Mine.
All my thoughts jumbled together into that one word.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
Her fingers dug into my shoulders, and I felt her lever her body against mine, attempting to push me away.
No.
I would have her, and I would have her now.
I deepened the kiss, my heart racing and my cock already fully erect inside my jeans. I ground it against her belly, still pushing my tongue farther into her mouth. Her moan vibrated into me, mingling with my own.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
When I finally broke the kiss to draw in a deep breath, her brown eyes were glowing with embers. “Bryce.”
“No talking. Nothing except me inside you.”
She nodded slightly, kicking off her sandals and pulling her jeans and panties off. I freed my cock and shoved it into her heat. She was already slick and ready, and as I sank into her body, my thoughts finally became less jumbled, and my heart found peace.
This was where I belonged. Where she belonged. She sucked me into her body, and with each upward thrust, I became more a part of her—no longer Bryce but Marjorie’s Bryce.
“Mine,” I groaned as I pushed into her again and again, her back still against the wall, her legs curved around my waist. “Always mine.”
I didn’t last long. Within seconds, my balls had tightened and the tiny pulses began, flowing through my cock and into my Marjorie.
“Mine,” I growled again. “Mine.”