“Are you not going to talk to me?” I demanded the second we stepped inside the front door. Kyle had climbed off the stage, called a taxi and taken us straight home. He hadn’t spoken to me once and I was losing my patience with his childish behavior. The only good thing about this night was the fact that Derek had somehow coaxed Karen into Kyle’s car with him—and my mother was asleep in the spare room, therefore she wouldn’t hear our lovers tiff.

“I’m the one who’s mad at you,” I informed him. “You were the one who gave me a vivid recap on your sexual history.”

“Keep talking,” he sneered as he stormed into the kitchen. “I saw the way you were dancing with that creep,” he hissed. “He wants you.”

“Kyle,” I growled. “You can’t seriously be jealous of Danny freaking Valentine.”

“Have you seen yourself?” He demanded. “The way he . . . I’m not blind and I’m far from stupid, Lee. I see the way he looks at you. I’m so fucking angry, I feel like I’m choking.” Kyle shook his head and clasped the back of my neck, dragging me closer. He was breathing hard, his face flushed. “So yeah, I’m fucking jealous.”

“Have you seen yourself?” I demanded in a shocked tone as I stepped back from his grasp and gestured for Kyle to look at himself. “Why in god’s name would you think I’d even contemplate looking at another man when I have you?”

He didn’t look at himself.

His eyes never left my body.

They were wild, feverish, and possessive.

“Because you’re too fucking good for me, that’s why,” he snarled. “And I have a hard fucking time reining in my temper.” A stab of desire swelled low in my stomach. “And even though I fucked our night up, all I wanna do is strip you fucking bare and own you.”

“Then do it,” I husked before making a running dive for him. “Own me.”

Kyle caught me easily.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I welded my mouth to his, kissing him deeply. Tasting every inch of his mouth, devouring this beautiful, sexy piece of male specimen. Mine, I thought as my body shivered in delight.

“Fuck,” he groaned, sliding his hands down to squeeze my ass hard.

My hands ripped at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine.

Skin on skin.

Kyle on me . . .

Freeing the buttons, I pushed his shirt away to gain access to his chest. Tearing my mouth from his, I locked my lips around his nipple, tugging on the tight bud with my teeth.

A deep guttural sound rose from his chest and then we were moving.

My back hit the cold door of the refrigerator first, followed by Kyle’s body slamming roughly against me.

His fingers made short work of my dress. Using one hand, he shoved the front of my dress down to pool at my waist, and used his other hand to hoist it over my thighs. His hips kept me in place as he ripped the side of my underwear, his lips never leaving mine.

I was naked, bare and completely at the mercy of this powerful, unrestrained man.

Something had snapped inside Kyle.

He was out of control, and I loved every second of it.

“Say it again,” Kyle snarled as he slipped one of his hands between our bodies and freed his erection from his pants. His lips attacked my neck almost savagely.

Oh god, I could barely breathe, let alone think straight, when I felt the head of his hard, pulsing cock rub over my slit. One of his hands held his erection–denying me–and the other was dug roughly into my hip.

I wriggled against him, pushing myself onto his hardness. I was slick with desire and when I pushed against him, he slid right in.

“Own me,” I gasped, surrendering myself to his onslaught, to him. “I’m yours.”

He groaned and I threw my head back in ecstasy, losing my mind in the process.

My mind switched off. Only my body powered me now—fueled by the carnal urge to ride him, take him deep. He filled me to the point of pain, his body dominating mine, as he lunged into me, each thrust unyielding, each kiss conquering.

“Feel me,” he bit out, quickening his pace, deepening his thrusts. Capturing my jaw with his rough hand, he forced my face to his. His eyes were hard, his jaw straining. “Feel me inside you, Lee.”

“I feel you,” I cried out, meeting him thrust for thrust. He was marking me. I knew he was. I felt like he was going to rip my body in half and I would die screaming in pleasure.

He was taking what was his and he wanted me to know it.

“Take all of me,” he ground out. “Now.”

Suddenly the pressure of his erection inside me intensified. His body drove into mine.

Grabbing my waist, he dragged my hips downwards onto each tortured plunge. His rhythm was animalistic and feral. I’d made love with Kyle.

I knew this was different.

This was fucking.

His chest was heaving and coated in a glistening sheen of sweat. His eyes were unfocussed and hungry, roaming over every inch of my body. He was deeper than he had ever been. This was more, so much more . . . Heaven.

The pressure . . . the build of my orgasm quickened. I clenched myself around him, tried to close my legs, the sensations flowing through me almost unbearable. I knew in that moment that Kyle had held off with me, he had never given me his all . . . until now.

“Give me all you’ve got,” I rasped as I ran my tongue up his neck, tasting the salty dew permeating from his passion. “And I’ll take it.”

“You fucking better,” he snarled, grabbing both of my wrists with one of his hands and pinning them above my head. As wild as Kyle’s behavior was, as uncontrollable as he was becoming, I hadn’t an ounce of fear inside of my body. This wasn’t about me fearing Kyle; this was about Kyle claiming me.

His movements were so erotic, every stroke of his cock was premeditated, designed to rub me in all the right spots . . .

“I’m gonna come,” I cried out, the throbbing of my clit taking over, vibrating through me, melting my thighs like jelly. His body pushed while mine sucked. His hips ground between my legs once more and every inch of my body tensed before falling apart in his arms. Tingling, sparks of pleasure shot through my core, causing my body to spasm around his.

Kyle went off with me and the heat of his orgasm flooding into my body, mixing with mine, lengthened the niggling throbbing in my clit. Our bodies jerked until every last divine pulse of our joint orgasm departed and I sagged in his arms.

“Where did you learn to do that?” I gasped.

“Uh . . .” Kyle chuckled against my neck. “Is that some sort of trick question, princess? Because I’m not sure I feel comfortable answering . . .”

“Not that,” I squealed, blushing. “I meant the guitar. Where did you learn to play the guitar?”

“I took some lessons when I was fourteen,” he mumbled, kissing my shoulder.

“You’re amazing,” I sighed. “The way your fingers moved . . . wow.”

“So, I’m forgiven for being an asshole?” he asked quietly, his arms tightening around me.

“Yeah,” I said with a smile. “You are so freaking forgiven.”