voice, the rough edges. He pulls my shirt off me, shoving me against the glass once it’s free so that my breasts press against the cold surface of the glass.
“Keep dancing, Adeline. Tease me some more and see what happens. I’ll always take what’s mine, this body, your thoughts, every breath that fills your lungs belongs to me.”
I dance for him, my ass grinding against his hips, the hard line of his erection thick against me. Ari’s hands grip my waist to pull me tighter to him before he braces one against the glass above my head and uses the other to grab my wrist and slide my fingers down my body to guide them between my legs.
“You know what else I used to watch?”
My fingertips reach my clit, and he presses them down to circle the sensitive flesh.
“These fingers exploring every inch of the body I wanted, diving inside as you dreamed of the man who would one day own you.”
He pushes my fingers down farther until they slide inside, our skin slick with my arousal, his teeth nipping at my jaw.
“Such a dirty girl for never closing her curtains. It’s like you knew I was watching.”
I shudder against him, our fingers pumping together as the song fills the room, a driving beat, the singer’s voice harsh with lyrics that mimic the thoughts in Ari’s head, the words he whispers against my ear.
“What would you have done if I’d given in to the need to let myself inside your house and drive my cock inside you to replace your naughty fingers?”
He bites the sensitive part of my shoulder, and I tremble beneath it, soft moans crawling up my throat, the frenetic beat of the city beneath us an audience to the wicked way he plays my body.
“Why don’t we find out now?”
Ari turns me back to him, one hand gripping my ass to lift me up and press me against the window. My legs wrap around his waist as his mouth forces mine open, his other hand diving into my hair to yank at the dark strands.
I lift his shirt, my palms exploring his abdomen, sliding up his chest to grip over his shoulders as he releases my butt to undo his jeans and shove them off his hips.
The second he thrusts into me with the unspoken aggression of a man claiming a woman, my fingernails sink into his shoulders, a cry escaping my throat that he swallows, his hips moving to the hard beat of the song as my back slides against the cool glass.
I realize only I can do this to him.
Strip him of self-control.
Drive him to such a furious need that he acts on instinct to possess, to destroy, to devour.
Legs tight as an orgasm wrecks my body, I see stars. My inner muscles grip him, a low sound of masculine approval rising up his throat as he palms my breast and runs his teeth down to where my pulse beats frantically in my throat.
The instant I go slack after the orgasm ends, he chuckles against my skin. “Not yet, baby bird. I’m not nearly done with you.”
Ari pulls me away from the window and carries me to the couch to toss me down on the cushions on hands and knees. One hand grips my hip and pulls my ass back to him, his cock thrusting inside me again as he grips my hair and tugs my head back.
“Touch yourself, Adeline, just like when I used to watch.”
It’s haunting, the knowledge that he’s seen everything, but I do as he says, my fingers sliding down between my legs to circle my clit as he continues to own my body with such powerful force that I’m driven to that edge again, the thickness of his cock sliding against my fingers, another orgasm coming on so strong that I scream his name.
He leans over me as the shockwaves tear through. “That’s my girl. Always so fucking dirty.”
Eventually, it becomes too much for him as well, his cock driving in deeper, faster, harder until he pulls out to come on my back, his fingers moving from my hip to rub it onto my skin, to mark me as his.
I collapse against the cushions, all my energy gone, but Ari picks me up to cradle me to his chest, grey eyes staring down at my face with adoration behind them.
Reaching up, I cup his cheek, feel the rough stubble against my palm.
“Thank you,” I say without thinking.
His brows tug together.