Like a viper, he struck and grabbed my upper arm. My feet scuffled along as he dragged me up the stairs to the mirrored wall. With his touch, a hidden door opened, and he yanked me into a room with a U-shaped console and computer screens lining the walls. I didn't have time to figure anything else out because Rogan propelled a chair out of the way and shoved me up against the desk.

"You want this?" His hard cock rammed against my sex, making my stomach drop and my knees shake. "You want this?"

"Yes."

"This is more than you can handle." He accentuated the word with his hips jabbing into mine. "This is a fucking timebomb." His fingers dug into my waist, crunching against the jewels on my dress. "You have no idea what you're asking."

God, Rogan's wrath frightened me and turned me on in equal measure. "I want you. However it comes."

"No. You're way too fragile." His tone betrayed he doubted his statement, like a child trying to get out of trouble when they knew their excuse wouldn't hold water.

"I'm not made of glass. Be rough with me."

He stared at me and ground his teeth, war raging in his eyes. "If I let loose, I'll shred you."

"Give it to me. I need you to want me so bad it hurts."

With a guttural growl, he slammed his mouth on mine. Our tongues mashed and our teeth clicked. Finally. Finally, Rogan let his passion take over. He tasted salty and wet and warm. He palmed my breasts through the dress. Not gently, a rough squeeze that pushed them up and crunched them together. And I loved it. I didn't want soft. His demanding touch was real and potent and set me on fire for him.

He ran his lips down my neck and dipped his tongue inside the neckline of the dress, swiping over my nipple. "Yes, Rogan. God, yes!" My fingernails scraped through the sheen of sweat on the back of his neck.

I reached for his shirt buttons, but he stepped back and yanked my dress up to my hips. He kissed me again, and I shivered as his fingers worked into the top of my panties. His fingers stilled as he deepened the kiss and moaned. And that was hot because Rogan liked kissing me so much, he forgot what he was doing.

The heat of his hand slipped in deeper, cupping my sex and probing my wetness. His massive palm between my legs lifted me up onto the desk, so high that my shoes fell off and clicked to the ground.

With a growl, he broke the kiss. "Brace yourself." His hands wrapped around my hips and pinned me. I planted my elbows for balance as the cold laminate smashed into my backside.

He pulled my panties down to my knees. I widened my feet as far as they would go with the panties restraining me. He hovered his face over my sex. His inhale seemed to stun him for a second, but he snapped out of it and dove in. He licked my slit up to my clit and I gasped.

"Goddamn, fucking heaven." He pulled my underwear down the rest of the way and tossed them across the room. With his knees on the floor, his tongue drilled in on my clit. He lifted my leg up over his shoulder and dove in deeper.

God.

He's feasting on me.

Totally feasting.

His lips sucked and pulled till I gasped for each ragged breath.

It all happened so fast. Rogan bombarded me with his untamed anger, his tongue sending buzzing jolts to every molecule of my body. A terrifying orgasm brewed deep in my core. It felt so good, I wanted it to last forever. He needed to...

"Slow down. I'm—"

"Fuck no," he murmured into my sex and forced two fingers inside me.

"Ahh!" A sharp twinge of something wonderful inside me swelled from his fingers and filled my body like I was floating on a life raft.

My hands scratched his head as it bobbed between my legs, unable to grab hold of his short hair.

I cried out as a climax assailed me. My insides crumbled to dust. I didn't exist. The universe was only light and Rogan as I came, groaning and gasping. He didn't let up, forcing me to spasm on his fingers again and again.

"Stop." I could barely utter the word. I grabbed his ears and pushed his head away. He resisted at first, but slowed and stopped. He stayed close and took a deep breath. I exhaled too. The storm had passed. Whew.

When he stood, his eyes had darkened to coal. A wrathful menace still swirled in them. His lips shined with my juices as he loosened his belt with rough jerks.

I was wrong. The storm had not passed. The wall of it was charging toward me full speed, no way to stop it.

He whipped his cock out, and lordy, it was huge, a dark round head throbbing and pointing at me. His hand curled behind my neck and forced me down, bending me at the waist.

"You still want this?" His voice scratched like coarse sandpaper on metal.

I tried to nod, but his unforgiving hand kept my head in place. "You know to cover your teeth with your lips?"

He didn't want me to answer so I didn't try.

I should've broken out of his demanding hold, but I was still so turned on from the dancing and my monumental orgasm, I did want it. Rough or gentle, I wanted this connection with Rogan.

"Suck." He bumped the head of his cock against my closed lips. "Suck it, Sunshine. You want it? Suck it."

His grip tightened around my neck, his thumb digging in behind my ear. The pain tripped a wire inside me, and suddenly, I didn't want it anymore. I dropped my head. I couldn't do it. Not like this.

He released my neck, and I raised my torso upright, wiping away hair stuck to my face.

"I told you. You don't want this. I warned you." He moved fast, tucking his hard cock into his pants. "Fuck!" He grunted and smacked his fist into the console. He marched away, the tail of his shirt hanging out partially in the front. The master of composure and masking emotion was a disheveled mess, just like me.

At the door, he didn't look back when he spoke. "Don't tempt me."

The door snapped shut behind him, like a crocodile's jaw. I stood alone in the strange room, my eyes stinging, stunned and naked from the waist down.

Damn. Dammit! Rogan rejected me over and over and yet I stupidly, stupidly let him.

With three deep breaths, I fixed myself up and left the room. I searched for him in the club as I stumbled to the employee lockers to get my things, but didn't see him. Good. I didn't want to see him now anyway. I just wanted to escape. I took off my shoes and raced barefooted out the employee exit, clutching my backpack and fighting back tears. My hands shook as I fired up the engine and drove out of the lot. I didn't feel his eyes on my truck like I always did. The road home blurred through the wetness in my eyes, but I made it to the parking structure for my apartment safely and found a space.

I cut my headlights and sat in my truck. The shame and disappointment poured out of me in surges of sobs so mighty I couldn't stop them. My crush on Rogan was futile. He would never fully give himself to me. He might occasionally lose control like he did tonight, but in the end, he would always hurt me.

Tori was right. I should've never chased a man who didn't want me like crazy. Well, I'd learned my lesson. I was done with Rogan forever.