Chapter 62

“It was all over your face. If Cutter hadn’t busted us apart, I was going to shove you in the nearest closet and put my mouth all over you until you said yes.” He punctuated his statement by dragging his lips along her shoulder, then nipping at her lobe. “And the first time I got inside you, I knew you were the last woman I was ever going to fuck.”

His words weren’t romantic, yet they made her swoon. “I’ve never wanted anyone but you.”

“When you say shit like that, I can’t hold out. God, I love to fuck you. This is gonna go fast. After watching you get yourself off…” He grabbed her hair and forced her gaze to his. “And now being inside you? You fucking own me. Give me your mouth.”

He had always owned her, too.

Brea tilted her lips under his. Pierce took them fiercely, tongue raking inside, teeth nipping at her as he drove her higher and higher. His demand lit her up—powerful, charged with fire, inescapable.

Suddenly, he wrenched his mouth free with a gr