Wild and Out of Control

|chapter thirty|

"You've made it this far, Dani. You have a signet, now it's time to show it off to the world."

- Book of Antony, page 195

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|danica|

Xaden grunts before he flips us around until my back hits the door and he's towering over me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head.

     "What do you think you're doing?" he all but growls. His face is so close to mine, our lips millimeters away. All it would take was him lowering his head just a bit before they would meet. I raise my head until my lips are brushing his.

    "Kissing you, obviously." I kiss him again, trying to deepen the kiss but he pulls back again. I let out a frustrated groan. "Do you not want this as well?" I arch my back and press my breasts into his chest.

     "Of course, I fucking want this." He pushes his hips forward until an unmistakable bulge presses against my stomach. My thighs clench in response. "But you don't."

     "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" If he's telling me what I want or don't want, I might punch him in the face.

     His grey eyes turn stormy as he looks deeply into mine. "You hate me," is all he says before he seals his lips to mine again, but this time he takes control.

     His kiss is brutal, lethal, and all-consuming like he is. He takes what he wants and leaves me breathless. My hands buck against his hold as I try to pull them free. But his grip only tightens on them and breaks the kiss. "You hate me, too."

     "I don't hate you." He nips on my bottom lip as he grabs my hip with a possessive hand.

     "Nor I you, dumbass." I finally pry my hands from his grip and wrap them around his neck as I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist.

     He grabs my thighs and carries me to the desk. My ass hits the wood at the same time his lips crash onto mine. My hands travel through his soft locks as he grips my hip and collars my throat. It's not tight but he squeezes just enough to exert dominance. I moan as he deepens the kiss and rolls his hips into mine, and I shamelessly grind against his erection. "If you keep doing that..." he warns, biting my bottom lip, pulling on it, and releasing it.

     "You'll finally fuck me?" If he rejects me one more time I swear I will flay him alive. But I can't, because his life is tethered to mine, or that's what I tell myself. He pulls away and searches my eyes. He pulls my hand toward his groin. "Does it feel like I want to fuck you?" I nod my hand as I grip him through his pants. He groans but pulls me off the desk so I'm standing. He pulls on my tank top. "This needs off. Now." Without me having to lift my arms, he rips that damn thing off of me.

     "Xaden!" I gasp as my breasts meet the cool air. "That was the only tank top I brought." He tugs on my shorts, but I beat him to it and slide them down my legs, only leaving me in my underwear.

     "I'll get you a new one later, but for now..." He grabs me by the thighs and suddenly lifts me. I instinctively wrap my legs around his lean waist, a gasp escaping me as my back meets the wall. The entire small room shakes from the impact or something else, I don't know. All I care about is the man between my legs. He tears my underwear, and the only thing between me and him is his leather pants. "Let's take care of you, hmm?" One hand holds my thighs up while the other goes to my nape as he pulls me into a kiss.

     A moan leaves me as his hand slips between us again and rubs his palm over my sex, the heel of his palm creating just the right amount of friction on my clit that has me tightening my hold on him.