The moment the door closed behind us, he shoved me against it.
Hard.
His mouth crashed into mine, all teeth and tongue, no hesitation, no “are you sure?” bullshit. I didn’t want sweet. I didn’t come to this hotel for slow kisses or careful hands. I came for exactly this his hands yanking up my dress, his fingers already sliding under my panties.
“I don’t do names,” he said against my neck, his voice thick and breath hot.
“I don’t care,” I breathed. “Just f**k me.”
He growled an actual growl and spun me around to face the door. His hand stayed firm at the back of my neck, holding me in place as his other shoved my panties down. I barely had time to brace my palms on the cool wood before his fingers slipped between my thighs, checking how ready I was.
“Already soaked,” he muttered. “Fi
