Perfect Rage (Unyielding 3)

We stood like that for several minutes, neither of us saying anything until his head lifted. I moved slightly to the side, to look past his shoulder. Our eyes met in the reflection of the mirror.

His stormy blue waves. Mine steady chocolate warmth.

It happened fast. He spun, grabbed my ass and lifted me off the floor. My arms hooked his neck and within a second, we were under the spray of the water, my back hitting hard against the tiled wall.

Then his mouth was on me.

He let my ass go and my feet slid to the ground. He peeled my arms off his neck and slammed them against the wall above my head, locking my wrists together with one hand.

We were soaked as the heated water pounded into us. My camisole stuck to my skin and I felt my erect nipples pressed against the material.

His lips broke from mine and a deep graveled sound emerged before he drew my nipple into his mouth through the shirt.

Nipping. Flicking.

“Take this damn shit off,” he growled.

But he didn’t wait for me to pull it off. His fingers grasped the collar of the camisole and then he yanked—hard. It cut into the back of my neck, but quickly gave under the pressure and ripped down the front.

He kept me locked up against the tiled wall with his hand as he parted the material with the other. Then his mouth was on my nipple again. His heated tongue swirling, tasting, teasing, his teeth dragging across the sensitive nipple.

“God. Connor,” I murmured, eyes closing as my body quaked and trembled.

His hand went between us and I arched, moaning as his fingers glided through my wetness.

“So fuckin’ wet for me, baby. Just me. Not him.”

My eyes flew open and my breath hitched, but Connor was kissing my neck and I wasn’t even sure he knew what he’d said.

‘Not him’. He was talking about Carlos, the man who destroyed us. The man whose name Connor never wanted me to say again.

There was only one reply—the truth. “Only you,” I whispered.

He groaned.

With his hard body pressing me into the wall, mouth on mine, hair bunched in his hand, he tilted my head to the side to position me where he wanted.

His cock pressed against my thigh. “Need inside you,” he said against my lips. “Now.”

“Condom,” I said. I had been on birth control when I was with Carlos, although he never knew. It was my one piece of control. I’d never have a child with him. I’d never bring a beautiful child into his cruel world.

The risk for me and the girl who obtained the pills for me was huge. Carlos would’ve killed her, but she took the chance because Carlos had killed her family.

Connor jerked back and grabbed my chin. “I saw your pills. We need fuck all between us.”

He did? When?

As if he knew what I was thinking, he said, “Came here while you were at the bar tonight.”

Oh. Wow. Shit. He went through my stuff? “Why?”

He ignored me and tilted his hips while grabbing his cock.

I pressed my palms on his chest. “Connor. I don’t know who you’ve slept with. You need to wear a condom even if I was taking the pills which I’m not.” Getting myself a physical had been one of the first things I’d done when I arrived in Toronto. Deck organized for me to see a doctor he knew and they’d given me the pills because I’d told them I’d been on them. But I’d never started them since I hadn’t planned on sleeping with anyone.

The pressure on my wrists increased.

Okay, I was nervous. He looked scary and Connor was strong, really strong and the reality was he could do anything he wanted to me, even if I said no.

There was little to trust in him any longer and I knew he needed that sliver of trust from someone. But not this.

“I haven’t been with anyone else, shutterbug.”

I sighed as soon as he called me that, knowing that whatever fucked with his head had eased.

“Your memory—”

“Damn it, Alina. I know. I fuckin’ know. I know you were the only one.”

He waited, the storm in his eyes now settled and the tension on his face eased. I slid my hand from his chest to his face and then traced his lower lip with the pad of my finger.

Suddenly he sagged and shook his head, pearls of water dripping off the tips of his hair. “I don’t have any condoms on me,” he said. “I saw your pills earlier and I didn’t think.”

“Oh.”

Then he picked me up off the floor, used one hand to turn off the water and carried me upstairs where he tossed me soaking wet onto the bed.

I came up on my elbows as he lowered onto the bed then yanked my legs apart. “We’ll make do.” He shifted so his shoulders were between my thighs.