Renee gasped out against his lips and then opened for him. He stroked her tongue with his, claimed her as if she was his property and he owned every part of her. But he did own every part of her. He always had.

Before she knew what was happening Weasel had her lifted in his arms. She had no choice but to wrap her legs around him, tangle her arms around his neck, and hold on as he mouth-fucked her … and that was exactly what he did.

“So fucking good, Renee. I knew you’d taste like this, feel like this.” He walked them toward the wall, and she felt the stiff outline of his cock against her pussy. God, she was wet, and it was all because of this man, because of the emotions she had for Weasel.

She’d loved him for longer than she cared to admit, but the fear of the unknown and the fact she didn’t know if she could ever have a life with him, made her step back. It made her move on with her life and make a horrible decision.

But he wanted her now, was taking her, claiming her, and she wouldn’t stop this.

They crashed against the wall, the kissing continuing, growing stronger, more brutal in its passion.

He broke away from her and they stared at each other for a moment. Weasel had his arms wrapped around her tightly, his hand cupping her ass keeping her close to him. Renee could feel the length of him, the heat of his dick, seep right through the material of her pants.

“I should go slow, be gentle.” He lowered his gaze to her lips. “But when it comes to you I can’t help myself.” He stared at her lips for long seconds before lifting his gaze to her eyes.

Her breath hitched. His expression was fierce, his body big and strong. He made her feel like a woman.

“Knowing you were with that motherfucker makes me want to kill someone, Renee.”

“I’ve wanted you for a long time but was afraid of what would happen, of what would not happen.”

“Fuck, baby,” he said softly. This was a situation she never thought she’d be in with Weasel.

“What about everything that has happened, and my brother?”

He shook his head. “I only want to think about you and me.” He moved his face closer to hers and then said in a low, husky voice, “I have wanted you for a long time but told myself that you and I being together wasn’t ever going to happen.” He rested his forehead on hers, closed his eyes, and breathed out.

God, this is really happening.

“I want to hear you say you want this, that you want me.”

Her heart beat fast and hard. She wanted Weasel, had for longer than she had ever admitted to anyone, maybe even herself, and she wasn’t nearly finished now that she was actually having him.

“I want you. Now.” Renee pulled him closer so she could be the one to claim his mouth. She stroked her tongue along his, moaning out at the flavor of him. He groaned, grabbed a chunk of her hair, and yanked her head back. She gasped at the intensity.

“She like it this rough baby, this untamed?”

She could only nod.

He grabbed her bottom lip with his teeth, tugged and pulled at the sensitive flesh, and then smoothed the sting away with a lick of his tongue. Renee moaned. The sound he made was so wild, so unhinged. He was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

“I could devour you right now and it wouldn’t be enough.” Weasel sucked and licked at her pulse point right below her ear and ground his cock into her pussy at the same time. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you—need you.” She breathed out and closed her eyes.

He made this gruff noise against her throat, tightened the one hand that was still cupping her ass, and said, “You can’t say shit like that and expect me to keep my control, baby. I’m already about to fucking lose it, come right in my damn pants.”

She breathed out, his voice like sandpaper along her body. She was wet, needy.

He slid his hand over her throat to hold her against the wall. It was a gentle yet fierce hold, one that had just enough pressure to make her know that he was in control.

Renee wanted to give herself to him and not worry about anything else.

“Yes, Weasel. I’ve wanted you for so long. I’ve wanted this.” The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them.

“Christ, baby,” he breathed out harshly against her lips.

“Tell me this is really happening, Weasel.”

“Oh, it’s sure as fuck happening, baby.”