A hoarse scream breaks free of my throat as my entire body tenses and my hips rock against the chair.

Calloused fingers pull my hand from between my legs, and he sucks my fingers into his mouth.

Oh my good God. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

After he licks them clean, he lets out a groan. “Tart, tangy, and oh-so-fucking smooth.” He releases my fingers and rises, reaching out to wrap both hands around my waist. “You’re about to get fucked so hard.”

“God, yes.”

I nod, but he’s already lifting me off the chair like I don’t weigh a thing and backing me up against a bare wall. As soon as he sets me on my feet, my spine pressed against it, he pulls a condom out of his pocket.

“Take my cock out.”

My hands drop to his pants, releasing the button. The silk-lined fabric falls away as his dick springs free. He rolls the condom down his shaft and gives it a hard tug.

“You gonna be able to take it all? Because this is what you did. This is what you bought with your show. Your fucking sexy moans when you came. The taste of your sweet cunt.”

“Yes.” It comes out as a plea because I’ve never wanted anything more.

“Good.”

He grips my waist again and lifts me up. “Wrap those legs around me.”

My palms reach out to grip the solid slabs of his shoulders as I follow his order, lifting one leg to lock around his tattooed hip.

There’s no way he can . . .

But he moves forward, lining up with my entrance, and his blue eyes pierce mine as he pushes inside me until he’s buried to the hilt.

Like a live wire, raw energy charges between us. His nostrils flare as he squeezes me tighter, wraps my other leg around his hip, and pulls back before pounding into me.

This is what I’ve been dying for ever since I ran out of Haven like a scared little girl last weekend. His ownership, his dominance—and if I’m honest, his cock.

He plunges into me and withdraws, dragging over every sensitive nerve ending again and again.

He lifts me higher and keeps me aloft effortlessly in a stunning display of power. I buck against him, grinding my clit against his hard stomach as he stills.

When he pulls away again, I’m ready to beg.

“Please, I need to come.”

He finally breaks my stare and glances toward the window into the office. “Look at them. Look at them right now.”

I turn my head toward the window, and the man is fucking the woman bent over the desk, her hands bound behind her back.

Her mouth is open, like she’s moaning her pleasure, but I can’t hear anything over the roaring in my ears and the sound of my own heavy breathing.

“I want you to come for me. I want you to scream so loud, they can hear you through the soundproof walls.”

My eyes cut back to him, and the other couple is already forgotten.

“Hold on.”

I grip his shoulders as he carries me across the room to a couch and lowers me so my hips are tilted up on the arm. Once I’m settled, his thrusts begin again, hitting inside me at the perfect angle. I’m writhing, thrashing, moaning, and everything inside me threatens to break free when one of his hands slides between us to thumb my clit.

My scream pierces my own ears, but I don’t care who hears me, because the pleasure barreling through me is more than I can process.

I’m splintering apart. Shattering.

He doesn’t let me stop. The orgasm keeps going and so does he, pounding into me and unleashing another wave of overwhelming sensation. My voice turns hoarse, but I keep moaning like I’m some kind of wild creature, and maybe I am. This is what he does to me.

I’m completely under his control.

My body no longer belongs to me.

He owns it. Owns me.

I lose track of time, space, and every other damn thing as I embrace the intense pleasure surging through me until he finally lets loose a harsh roar and his cock pulses.

He pulls out and drops to his knees, his forehead resting on the arm of the couch between my legs, and one of his hands wraps around my calf.

I’m limp. Boneless. In this state, lying draped over a sofa with a man between my legs doesn’t faze me in the least.

A wave of exhaustion hits me and my eyes flutter shut. I’m too tired to do anything but let go.

* * *

When I awaken, warmth surrounds me. I’m cocooned in a soft, thick blanket, and there’s a weight on my lap.

I blink a few times to adjust to the dim light of the room. I’m still in the library on the small sofa. The two-way mirror is dark, and there’s a bottle of water, the expensive kind I would normally laugh at the thought of buying, resting against my stomach. Next to it, there’s a note.

That’s all I need to see to know he’s gone.

The fact that he left doesn’t bother me. Instead, I’m filled with warmth, and it’s not solely because of the fluffy blanket tucked around me.

He wants to see me again.

Why does it feel so good to know that?

Do I want to see him?

As soon as the question forms in my mind, the answer is clear.

Yes. Definitely.

I uncurl from my cocoon and rise on shaky legs, using a hand on the back of the sofa to steady myself. A small smile curves my lips when I realize my dress and stockings have been restored to their rightful place, and my shoes are waiting next to my purse.

As I slide them on, my brain latches on to one thing that’s missing from the room other than my stranger.

My panties.

I press my lips together to stifle a giggle.

Kinky son of a bitch. I have no idea why I like that so much, but I do.

As I make my way down to the valet and then drive the long miles home to downtown and my apartment, I can’t help but relive the encounter over and over.

When I finally slide into my own bed, my body feeling deliciously used, I question my sanity.

I don’t know anything about him except he’s dangerous. At least, according to Magnolia.

But even that doesn’t curb my growing addiction.

My rational brain tells me I can’t keep doing this. That tonight has to be the last time. It’s not smart. It’s not safe. But my body disagrees.

I have to keep doing this.

But there’s one massive hurdle—I have no way to get in touch with him.

Some of the fluttery feeling in my belly fades away.

What if he doesn’t find me?

He will. He has to feel this too.

I fall asleep with a smile on my face.