Heartbreaker: A Filthy Dirty Love Novel

The energy between them pulsed, and it surrounded him in a cloud so thick and heavy, he couldn’t stand it any longer. He spun on his heels and closed the distance between them, hearing her squeak as he thrust his hands into her hair, sealing his lips against hers.

“Maddox,” she gasped, trying to step away.

He glanced toward the pub, seeing no one at the door. “We’re alone,” he reassured her, then his lips were on hers, and he grunted as she met him with equal fervor. “That’s right,” he growled against her mouth, placing a hand on her lower back and tugging her into him. “Give me what I need.”

She did, again and again, until his balls ached and dick hardened to pain.

Only when her body molded to his did he dare back away. A bad move on his part because once he set his eyes on her, the last strands of his control evaporated. She stood, a breathless mess of beauty, her lips swollen and pink from his rough kiss. He lifted his eyes to hers. “I’m a second away from losing all control.”

She placed a gentle hand on his face, eyebrows drawn together. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t like seeing another man touch you,” he stated the truth harshly, not caring about the ramifications such a statement would deliver to her.

Her lips parted to respond, but he sealed his mouth across hers again, not letting her say a word. Whatever she said, he wouldn’t like. She didn’t want to be attached as much as he didn’t. Everything she’d told him throughout their time together echoed in his ears, reminding him why it worked between them. They both held dangerous jobs. Neither wanted anything serious.

As he dove his tongue into her mouth, holding her face in his hands, he knew his jealousy was uncalled for. He didn’t need her to tell him that he was changing the rules of the game. But he was fucking changing the rules, and there was nothing stopping it.

He moved his lips roughly against hers, not giving her a chance to think or speak or do anything but let him claim her. He ravished her with kisses until she began panting and wiggling against him. That was when he couldn’t take any more. “I need to be inside you.”

“Yes,” she breathed.

He snapped his eyes open, pleased that no one was at the pub’s front door, watching them. He wasn’t thinking ramifications as he pulled her into the shadows by the back door of the pub. His cock throbbed in his pants, straining to blow and claim her.

There, in a dark corner, where he knew it’d be hard for anyone to see them, he eased her into that space. He held onto her arms, pinning them tightly to her body. She gasped, but obviously not a sound of fear or pain at being handled so roughly. She smelled of desire. She tasted of sin. She looked like his.

With fast and jerky hands, he grabbed his wallet from his back pocket and somehow managed to get the condom out, letting the rest of his wallet fall to the ground. He didn’t look at her when he dropped his pants and applied the latex, nor did he lift his eyes as he yanked her skinny jeans down to her knees. His eyes met hers only when he shoved his thick cock into the small space between her thighs. She stared at him intently, desperation flooding her expression in the seconds before he shifted his hips, finding her slit, and entered her.

Some nights were for pleasure. Tonight wasn’t about that, and Maddox knew it. Mine echoed in his soul as he pumped his hips, possessing her. Desperate to get closer, he bracketed her face and stole the moan she offered, taking each one as if even those belonged to him.

She grunted when he fisted his hands in her hair. He gritted his teeth and pounded into her, sliding his mouth to her neck where he bit the skin there. He heard the hitch of her breath and felt her hard tremble, so he bit harder and harder until she was quivering.

He wanted to mark her, every goddamn inch of her. Holding her tighter to the wall, keeping his body over hers to protect her from anyone who dared to come between them, he shifted his hips harder, sliding up into her until he couldn’t push anymore. She moaned loudly, and he slapped a hand over her mouth, keeping her silent as he took what belonged to him.

In and out, his cock branded her, exactly as he intended.

Then he opened his eyes, locking gazes with hers, and the heat, the tension, the adrenaline flooding him eased. There in her eyes, he saw something he never wanted to let go of—dark pleasure. His balls drew up tightly against his body. With her, he couldn’t hold back, he couldn’t wait.

In his mind, this wasn’t about pleasure, at least it hadn’t started out like that, but the look in those eyes changed everything. Her soul had changed him. She owned him. And there was no going back. He pumped his hips hard and fast and growled an inhuman sound. The sudden rush of endorphins flooding him, feeling her climax rolling into her, all had him slamming his hips forward and grunting his release.