Page 56 of Fierce

“Bloody hell.” He wrenched his mouth from my throat. “Come on.” He took my hand in his, and we were walking fast, not talking, because there was nothing left to say. Nothing but needing this.

He dragged me through the door of the hotel, punched the button for the elevator, then waited, his eyes on the indicator, until the doors opened. He was punching the button for the third floor, then turning and looking at me, his gaze so intent it burned. I could sense the calculations going on in that mind.

He walked down the corridor beside me, and when I opened the door with my keycard, he reached out and plucked it from my hand.

“Wait for me,” he told me. “And don’t take anything off. And no, that’s not a request. You know what’s going to happen tonight?”

“What?” I managed to ask.

“I’m going to take your virginity.”

The thrill of it was an electric shock, even though I knew it was wrong, that it wasn’t his to take. But that only made it excite me more.

“So go inside,” he said. “And wait for me to come and do it.” And he left.