He yanks me out of the elevator, dragging me down the plush carpeted hallway at a breakneck pace. Every step matches the pounding in my chest, a dizzying beat that keeps me going even though I’m unsteady on my heels, my knees buckling.
“Key,” he growls as we approach the door to room 1404, stretching out a palm in demand.
I hand it over and he swipes the card through the slot, the light glowing green as the door unlocks. Shoving thehandle down, he pushes inside, dragging me with him over the threshold. Darkness wraps around us, my stomach twisting with anticipation as the door thuds closed to seal us in.
Ford flips on the light, and I blink against the sudden brightness, taking in the immaculate hotel suite. Everything is neat and tidy, the bed made up with pristine white sheets. The only sign of anyone staying here is a lone suitcase against the wall. It feels clinical, sterile. To clean for this wild, chaotic feeling pulsing through me right now.
His fingers close around my wrist, yanking me toward the bed. I barely have enough time to suck in a shaky breath before he’s tossing me down on it, the air leaving my lungs in a rush as I land on the soft mattress. My head spins from the abruptness of it all, a thrilling kind of dizziness that only heightens every sensation.
I scramble backwards on the bed as he stands over me like an apex predator, eyeing me with so much intensity that an involuntary shiver wracks my body.
“What are you gonna do?” I pant.
Ford reaches for his tie, loosening it with practiced ease. His lips curl into a feral smile, the promise of violence and pleasure mingling in a way that makes my stomach twist.
“Whatever the fuck I want,” he chuckles darkly.
Liquid heat rushes to my core, my heart slamming against my ribs as he starts to undress.
He draws it out, slipping off his jacket and popping each button on his shirt before shrugging it off his shoulders. It’s slow and deliberate, maddeningly methodical. Every piece of clothing that hits the floor leaves me feeling more exposed even though I’m the one still fully dressed, wrapped up in this ridiculously gorgeous gown like a present waiting to be opened.
His eyes are dark and wild, a mirror of everything that’s boiling inside me as he strips down to his boxers. Then hedescends on me, the weight of his body pressing mine into the mattress as he slides the straps of my dress off my shoulders. I try not to squirm beneath the intensity of the moment as he peels my gown off with controlled precision, as if to savor every inch of skin that’s revealed to him.
“Black lace, huh?” he observes, amusement and desire tangled together.
It’s my fancy lingerie, a set my mom picked out on one of my birthdays, and I’ve never felt so damn sexy in it.
Ford dips his head down beside mine, warm breath skating across the shell of my ear. “Let me guess, he wanted you to leave it on?”
I suck in a sharp breath, my pulse hammering in my ears as he pulls back to look down at me. A smile creases his lips, eyes darkening as he murmurs, “Guess we’ll leave it on, then.”
He suddenly rocks back on his knees, wrapping an arm around my waist and flipping me onto my belly. His fingers close around my hips, tugging me up so I’m on all fours, and he slaps my thighs apart, yanking my panties to the side. I feel him shove his boxers down, and alarm bells sound in my head, heart leaping into my throat.
“W-we had a deal,” I choke.
He leans over me, his body a cage, his breath hot on my ear. “Don’t worry, Ava baby,” he taunts, his velvety tip gliding through my slit from behind. “I’m not gonna put it in. Unless you want me to.”
I whimper, the heat of his cock against my pussy short-circuiting my brain. He rubs it back and forth through my slickness, every drag setting me on fire, my core clenching each time his head bumps my clit.
“Do you trust me?” he growls.
“No,” I breathe, fingers twisting in the sheets.
He chuckles low in his throat, the sound of it rattling down to my bones. “Right answer.”
He presses my legs together, hands gripping my hips roughly to hold me steady as he pushes between my thighs. My eyes roll back at the sensation of his thick cock gliding through my folds, the raw and relentless friction driving me wild.
“You like that, Ava baby?” he rasps as he starts thrusting, pumping himself between my thighs. Even though he’s not inside me, this act feels just as intimate. He’s commanding my body, taking what he wants like it’s his, and I can’t believe how much I want it. Wanthim. I’m addicted to Ford’s madness, powerless to fight against being pulled into his darkness.
“Yes,” I pant, even though I shouldn’t. It’s filthy. The obscene slide of his dick along my slit, the way it bumps my clit with each thrust, the way his fingers bite into my flesh with possessive determination… I’m lost in the chaos of sensations, lost in the parts of myself he’s unraveling.
Ford’s fingers bite into my hips as he pounds against me, and for a second, I actually want it to slip in, want to know what it’d feel like for him to tear through every last boundary. I’m shaking with need, panting with desperation.
“Shit, you feel so good,” Ford grits out, his breaths growing more ragged as he ups his pace. His fingers tangle in my hair, yanking my head back so my spine arches. I gasp and moan, the friction against my clit building to a fever pitch.
The coil in my belly winds tight as his hips slap against my ass, his cock hard and hot between my thighs. My skin is slick with sweat, the tension in my body climbing to an impossible crescendo. My toes curl, eyes rolling back, and then I’m freefalling into a glorious climax, crying out as my body shudders with release.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Ford grunts, still fucking hard between my legs. “Shit, just like that, come all over my cock.”
