He starts moving, setting almost a punishing rhythm, and my hands cling to the surface of the glass the best they can. One of his hands stays on my waist, keeping me anchored to him as he slaps into me from behind. His other hand curls around my hair, using it to tug my head back and force me to look at him through the reflection in the glass as he fucks me raw.
It’s primal, it’s hot, and it’s dirty. There’s no finesse. No romance. But it’s so damn good.
His intense blue eyes hold my gaze, daring me to look away. But I don’t. There’s something exciting about the stare down, something different. Even though his motions are brutal, his eyes aren’t.
The lace of my panties bites into the flesh of my thighs, reminding me I can’t spread my legs any farther. It locks me like this, keeping me right where Drex wants me, and I’m happy to relinquish that small bit of power.
Something silent passes between us, though I’m not sure what. But his expression changes, and his rhythm slows just barely. My breaths come out quicker when he rubs that spot deep inside me, a spot Ben sure as hell never activated.
It’s almost painful because it feels so damn good. Drex’s hips continue to drive into me, and the pressure continues to build in response.
Erotic pain shoots from my toes to my thighs, before I suddenly explode. That’s what it feels like: an explosion.
My eyes are forced shut as painful pleasure wracks my body, stealing my breath, destroying my ability to stand, and rocking me to the core. My head spins as I barely manage to stay conscious, and my stomach contracts just as the walls inside me quiver, feeling way too sensitive, just like the rest of my flesh.
It’s the most viciously incredible orgasm I’ve ever felt, and it seems to set Drex off too, because his guttural groan resonates in my ears. I’m almost incoherent, unable to sense time around me as he picks me up, carrying me back to the couch.
He chuckles low in his throat as I struggle to open my eyes. Holy fucking shit. What did he do to me?
He drops to the couch, bringing me down on top of him, and I pant for air, sounding like a damn dog right now as he strokes my back. His motions are tender, exactly the opposite from the window/wall sex we just had.
I think he kisses my forehead, but I’m too overwhelmed by sensation to be sure.
“That was… um… yeah,” I mumble, giving up on finding words.
He laughs lightly before his fingers start strumming through my hair. I’m not sure how long we lie this way, but it has to be at least a couple of hours, because the sun is slowly starting to fade from sight. We’re both going to need showers now, but it’s worth it.
I could stay like this all night, but I know he probably has more in mind.
“Can I ask you some questions?”
He doesn’t respond immediately, but he doesn’t tense either. Finally, he says, “Sure.”
“What happened to your mother?”
I don’t know if she ran off or if she’s dead, because he’s never spoken about her.
“You want to know this right now?” he asks, sounding somewhat amused.
I look up from my comfortable placement on his chest, and he grins down at me.
“You ruined me. I literally can’t move very many things on my body, so yes. I want to talk right now.”
He laughs while rolling his eyes, but I see the gentle Drex in this moment—the one no one else ever gets to see.
After a minute, his smile falls, and he blows out a breath. “She died when I was little.” My heart breaks for him, but he immediately shakes his head when he sees my eyes. “Don’t give me that look. I can’t even remember much about her, so I’m over it. Have been for years. I don’t need pity.”
It’s impossible not to feel sympathy. It’s not pity.
I reach up, stroking the side of his jaw. His eyes dart back to mine, as though he’s gauging me and my intentions. Sheesh. It’s just a show of affection.
“What happened?” I ask, still stroking his jaw.
I lean up, propping against the couch back a little so I can see him without getting a kink in my neck. My hand lazily drifts up to his hair, and despite the gelled tips, I start working my fingers through the strands.
He relaxes under my touch as though he enjoys it, and his arms loosely wrap around my middle, holding me to him.
“She overdosed.”
My ministrations pause, and I suck in a surprised breath. Something I haven’t seen inside the Death Dealers club is drug use. I didn’t give it much thought until now, but it’s surprising there isn’t any of that going on.