“Where were you this morning?” I practically breathed.
I felt his grin on my skin before I saw it light up the mirror. “Miss me?”
Yes.
I glared back. “No.”
“Liar.” He buried his face into my neck, then reached one arm over my shoulder, dangling something shiny.
I couldn’t tell what it was at first, but then it focused. A small, rose gold key chain of a little dog, with crystals for eyes.
“You were worried about losing your dog,” he said into my neck, lips warm. “Now you’ll always have one.”
A gasp fell from my lips. “Theo, thank—”
“It’s nothing.” His gruff voice cut me off before I could get my thank you out.
It wasn’t nothing.
While I thought my nerves and fears were falling on deaf ears, he was listening. But of course he was… that was Theo.
“Now shut up and let me fuck you.”
Theo dropped the key chain, and I stumbled to catch it; at the same time he slid a hand under my shirt, grasping my breast. His other free hand dove beneath my skirt, not pushing aside my panties, but ripping them.
The key chain fell out of my hand, skittering across the sink. I grasped the marble edge, needing stability.
“I went easy on you last night.”
That was easy?
“I’m not stopping until you’re breathless and broken.”
I heard the tear of a condom wrapper, then he was at my entrance.
He was waiting—what is he waiting for?
“You want my cock, Reject?” he asked.
Reject. Hearing him say it like this wrapped up thorny torment in desire, sharp but soothing like my inhale. I shouldn’t like it.
I pressed against him, trying to force it.
His hand was at my neck, pushing away my hair, sliding down my spine, cool and hot at the same time. “Say it.”
“I-I want it,” I gasped. “I want your cock.”
He laughed, biting my shoulder blade. “Good girl.”
He was so big last night, and it was no different now. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe.
“Breathe.” His voice was soothing and brutal all at once.
How does he know? How does he always know?
I exhaled and he slid into me.
I see stars. I see the sun. I see the entire fucking universe.