And then he was pumping his finger in and out of me, growling all sorts of things into my ear—that I felt so good, that my pussy was his, that he’d snap the neck of anyone who tried to touch it. I wound tighter and tighter, until finally I was ready to—

He withdrew his finger. “Not here. Only I get to see you come.”

On shaky legs, I followed him out of the dome, down a long hallway, and to one of many gray doors. He unlocked it and ushered me inside. I blinked in surprise. This room was completely different from the others we’d used. For one thing, there was no furniture. Not even a bed. Just white walls, a glossy marble floor, and an elevator. For a short moment, I thought we were going to another floor. Then it hit me.

“I remember the night I first brought you to the basement,” said Blake, pushing the button for the elevator. There was a ding just before the doors opened. “You were wearing a lacy black dress and strappy high heels. As the elevator was going down, all I could think of doing was shoving up the dress and fucking you right there. And so the fantasy was born.”

His mouth crushed mine as he backed me into the elevator. The breath gusted out of me as my back hit the wall, but he didn’t stop kissing me. He feasted. Dominated. Overwhelmed. All the while, we worked in tandem to whip off his tie and shirt. I distantly registered that the doors had closed, and I heard the whir of the machinery as if the elevator genuinely was moving.

His hands dipped into my bra and scooped out my breasts. He gave them a possessive squeeze just as he swooped down and curled his tongue around my nipple. He suckled hard, letting me feel the edge of his teeth.

“Blake.” It was a demand for more.

Lifting his head, he swiped his tongue over my lower lip. “I’ve been thinking about fucking this mouth since the first time I saw it.” His tongue lapped at my scar, and he growled. “It’s my mouth now, so I can do what I want with it. Knees.”

It took a moment for the one-word order to penetrate. I instinctively bristled at the authority there, but I felt so hot and empty inside that I was desperate to come. That desperation drowned out the defiance, and I dropped to my knees.

His eyes went languid with masculine satisfaction. “Good. Clasp your hands behind your back. That’s it. Love it when my baby’s such a good girl.” He unzipped his fly and fisted his cock. “Open.”

The second I opened my mouth, he grabbed a handful of my hair and punched his hips forward. Fuck, he was thick. I doubted I’d be able to swallow more than half his length, but I’d give it my best shot.

“Suck.” Holding my head still, he pumped his hips as I sucked for all I was worth, rubbing my tongue along the underside of his cock. Groaning through gritted teeth, he traced my mouth with his fingers. “Fuck, baby, that’s good.” His grip on my hair tightened as I swallowed around him. “Your mouth’s going to be all swollen from sucking my dick. I like that.”

He kept thrusting, whispering encouragements, and I kept sucking as hard as I could. “Enough.” He pulled out of my mouth and stepped back. “Get up, baby.” Wicked fast, he tore open a condom wrapper and gloved himself.

Standing, I urged, “Hurry.”

Raw sexual aggression glittered in his eyes as he shoved up my dress and snapped off my thong. “I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you,” he gritted out, grabbing my ass and hoisting me up. “Not one single fucking thing.” He ruthlessly rammed his cock into me, and my pussy clutched him greedily. “Fuck, Kensey.”

He powered into me, fingertips digging into my skin. I groaned and whimpered against his mouth, my limbs locked around him, my nails scratching his back. I felt so full I thought I’d burst, but the bite of pain only made the pleasure better.

Mouth set into a merciless slash, he kept plunging deep and hard at a feverish pace. His glacier blue eyes never left mine. Not once. And as he angled his hips in a way that made his cock hit my G-spot with every merciless thrust, I felt my release barrel toward me.

“I’m going to come,” I rasped, clinging to him even tighter.

“Yes, you are,” he growled, jaw hard. “And you’re going to do it now.” He upped his pace, slamming harder, and I tumbled right over the edge with a choked, tortured moan. He drove deep, spine stiffening, and exploded inside me with a harsh whisper of my name. Then I literally slumped against him.

We stood there, panting and shuddering, for what could have been hours.

“Hold on.” He backed up a few steps and jabbed a button on the panel. I heard a distinct whir behind me, and glanced over my shoulder to see the wall slide open. Then we were inside a smaller version of the hotel suites we’d used the other times we’d come.

Gently laying me on the bed, Blake kissed me softly as he slipped his cock out of me. “I need to get rid of this condom. Wait here.” He straightened, and that was when I saw the fading yet ugly bruise on his abs. There was another near his solar plexus—this one so faint, I almost didn’t notice it.

Returning from the bathroom, he gave my calf a little squeeze. “Roll onto your stomach so I can unzip you.” I did so. Within moments, he’d peeled away my dress and slipped off my heels. Joining me on the bed, he kissed my shoulder. “You all right?”

“Hmm. I could ask you the same thing. Your PT went hard on you again, huh?”

“He did.” Blake traced my mouth with his finger, lips quirking in pure male satisfaction, so I was guessing it was swollen from sucking him off. His fingers then brushed over the tattoo on the back of my shoulder. “I thought that was just a feather the first time I saw it. It’s a writer’s quill. You like to write?”

“I dabble.” I tried to push myself up from the bed, but he grabbed my nape. “I need to use the bathroom,” I said.

He let his hand slide away. “Hurry back. I’m not done with you.”

I wasn’t done with him either. From the bathroom, I heard his ringtone. When I reentered the bedroom, it was to see him standing at the foot of the bed, muscles rigid.

“Don’t need this shit tonight,” he said into the phone. “That’s nothing new, Rossi. You can tell him I’m not interested in excuses. He was warned. This is his third strike—he’s out. Simple … Right. See you later.”

Once again lying on my stomach on the bed, I rested my chin on my linked fingers. “Someone just had their membership revoked?”

He shrugged as he slid into the bed and rested on his side. “It happens sometimes.”

That didn’t really answer my question, but I let it go. “I didn’t realize Rossi worked here.”

Blake combed his fingers through my hair. “Rossi makes himself useful in a lot of ways.”

Oh, he sure did like evasive responses. What he probably didn’t realize was that it only made me more curious about him, but I put that curiosity aside for now. Mostly because it didn’t seem fair to grill him further when I’d been so evasive about the writing quill tattoo. Instead, I said, “Sarah doesn’t have a membership card, but the doormen didn’t stop her from coming in. Why?”

“There are different colored cards,” said Blake. “Yours is red, which means you can take one non-member with you and that you have access to most floors.”

“Ah, I see. What floors can’t I use?”