I gasp when his hand wraps around my throat. He pulls his head back and stares so deep into my eyes I swear he’s looking straight into my soul. “I fucking do own you, Emmie Cirillo.”
I cry out as he thrusts into me, his fingers tightening on my throat.
He begins fucking me with a relentless rhythm. My body burns as an inferno blazes beneath my skin. His searing touch leaves intense tingles in its wake as sweat begins to gather at my hairline and trickle down my spine.
“Who owns you, Emmie?” he grunts, beginning to lose control, his movements becoming more and more erratic as he chases his release.
“You. You do.”
“Who does?” he booms, clearly not happy with that answer.
“You do, Theo. You fucking own me.”
Releasing my throat almost as quickly as he claimed it, his fingers find my clit.
“Holy shit,” I hiss as he pinches me with the perfect pressure and I go flying off the cliff once more, but this time, he’s right there with me. His cock jerks violently inside me as his lips slam down on mine, swallowing my cries as my body pulsates around me.
Our kiss slows as our heart rates return to normal, and I drown in everything about this guy holding me up, wishing that we were anywhere but in the middle of a packed club, fucking in a storage cupboard.
“We never should have left the hotel,” I confess into his gentle kiss.
“At last,” he says lightly. “Something we agree on.”
I can’t help but laugh, suddenly feeling lighter with some of the weight I’ve been carrying around lifted.
“I’m pretty sure we agree on more than just that.”
“Oh yeah?” he asks, nuzzling my neck, licking at the sweat covering my skin. “Like what?”
“Like we’re going to be doing that again tonight.”
“More than once.”
I groan, my body sagging in his hold.
“But right now, you’re going to go and clean up, and then we’re going to dance.”
I pull my head to the side so I can look at him.
“You want to dance with me, boss?” I tease.
His hand cups my jaw, his thumb brushing over my swollen bottom lip.
“I want to feel my wife grinding all over me before I take her back to the hotel and make her do it all over again. Naked.”
A shiver of need rushes through me.
I think about his words for a moment, making his lips twitch in amusement.
“Speak to her nicely and she might consider it.”
“Is that right, Hellcat?” he asks, nudging my nose with the tip of his.
“Yeah. Mentioning just how many orgasms she might get out of the deal could help.”
“Well lucky for her, she’s going to get more than she can count,” he promises, his eyes blazing with the challenge I just set.
“Big words, boss,” I tease, feeling him hardening inside me again at the thought alone.