Kat's nails dug into V's shoulders, her body arching against him despite every protest burning in her throat. His hand was still clamped at her hip, rolling her into the hard length straining beneath his sweatpants, his mouth ravaging hers like he'd been waiting a lifetime to taste her.
Then—
"Uh... shit. My bad."
Phury's voice.
Kat's entire body went rigid. V didn't move, didn't even release her, but his growl was low and murderous. Slowly, his head turned, eyes flashing pure hellfire at his brother who stood half in the doorway, looking like he'd stumbled onto a crime scene.
Phury cleared his throat and backed out, muttering, "Seriously, carry on, don't mind me," before the door shut again.
The moment broke. Kat shoved against V's chest, finally catching him off guard enough to slide down off the desk. Her bare legs wobbled, knees weak, but adrenaline shoved her forward. "I—I'm done with this," she snapped, even as her lips still tingled from his kiss. She bolted past him before he could grab her again, disappearing down the hall toward her room.
She slammed her door behind her, heart in her throat, pressing her back to the wood as if it could keep him out. Her skin was burning everywhere he'd touched her. Stupid. Stupid to let it get that far.
But it wasn't long—barely enough time for her pulse to calm—before the handle turned. The door swung open without so much as a knock.
V filled the frame, bare-chested, eyes like twin embers in the dark. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with a click.
"You thought you could walk away?" he asked, voice low, dangerous.
Her throat tightened. "It's my room, V. Get out."
He advanced anyway, slow, deliberate, a predator boxing her in. She backed up until her knees hit the bed, her body betraying her retreat. His smirk returned as he towered over her, sweatpants slung low on his hips, every line of his body screaming dominance.
"I'm not done with you."
Her breath caught, her hands instinctively lifting to ward him off, but he caught her wrists easily, pinning them above her head with one hand as he leaned over her. His weight pressed her into the mattress edge, his heat searing into her skin.
"You can run down halls, slam doors, scream your protests," he murmured, his mouth dragging over her jaw, down the column of her throat. "But the truth? You don't want me gone."
Kat shivered, biting back a gasp when his lips grazed her pulse. Her thighs squeezed together involuntarily, betraying her.
V chuckled darkly. "There it is again. That little tell." His free hand skimmed down her side, over her hip, fingers brushing the waistband of her panties. "You think I don't notice? That I don't feel what my touch does to you?"
Her voice cracked as she forced the words out. "You're wrong."
V's fangs flashed as he smirked against her skin. "No, Kat. I'm just patient. And I'm going to make you beg before I'm through."
His teeth scraped lightly against her throat as he pressed her deeper into the bed, grinding his hips against hers with deliberate, torturous pressure.
Kat writhed beneath him, wrists straining uselessly against his hold. Every shift of her body only ground her harder into his hips, and V groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her skin.
"Stop—" she gasped, twisting her head to the side as if the denial could shield her.
V's chuckle was pure sin. "Stop? You're trembling like you're about to break for me."
His free hand skimmed lower, sliding up her thigh with slow, punishing patience until his fingers brushed the thin fabric of her panties. Kat's breath stuttered, her thighs snapping closed instinctively, but that only trapped his hand tighter between them.
He leaned down, his mouth dragging over her ear as his voice dropped to a rough whisper. "You can try to hide, but your body is already mine."
Her heart thundered, her denial clinging to the edges of her voice. "I don't—I don't want this."
"Liar," he growled, forcing her legs apart with a firm press of his knee, slotting himself between them. His palm cupped her heat through the thin fabric, his smirk wicked when she gasped and arched despite herself. "Your mouth keeps saying no, but your body? It's screaming yes."
Kat's face burned. She twisted, trying to buck him off, but he pinned her tighter, his grip unyielding as steel. His mouth crashed over hers again, deeper this time, his tongue sweeping in and claiming every inch. Her protest dissolved into a muffled whimper that only made him kiss her harder, more demanding, more relentless.
When he finally tore his lips from hers, she was panting, dazed. He nipped her bottom lip with a fang, making her jolt. "You taste like sin," he murmured, dragging his thumb over the wet line of her lip. "And I want more."
His hand slid under the waistband of her panties, just enough to make her gasp again before he stilled, teasing her with the promise of what he could take. "Beg for it, Kat," he ordered softly, lethal in its command. "One word, and I'll give you what you're already aching for."
Her chest heaved, her pride a noose around her throat. She shook her head, glaring up at him even as her hips rolled helplessly against his palm. "Never."
V laughed darkly, the sound vibrating straight into her bones. "Good. I like a challenge." He rocked against her with deliberate, torturous pressure, his breath hot against her neck as his hand kept her pinned and desperate. "Because I'm not letting you go until you admit the truth."
Kat's nails clawed at the sheets, every muscle torn between fury and need. She wanted to scream, to fight—but the heat coiling low in her belly betrayed her, her body arching into every touch even as her words defied him.
Kat's entire body shook, the tension wound so tight she thought she might snap. V's hand pressed against her heat with merciless precision, his body grinding down until there wasn't a breath of space left between them. Every movement stole her willpower, every drag of his hips coaxing her closer to the edge she swore she wouldn't fall over.
Her head thrashed against the pillow. "S-stop," she gasped, but the sound was thin, fragile, the syllables falling apart under the weight of a moan she couldn't bite back.
V's mouth curved against her throat, sharp teeth grazing her skin. "That didn't sound like stop," he growled, his thumb tracing an agonizing circle that made her arch into him. "That sounded like beg me for more."
She bit her lip until she tasted copper, eyes screwed shut. Her hips betrayed her, bucking against his hand like she had no control left. Fury and humiliation tangled with molten want, every nerve screaming at her to resist while her body burned for him.
"Say it," he demanded, voice low and rough, each word vibrating through his chest and into hers. "Say you want me to touch you. Say you want me to make you come."
Kat's throat closed around the words. Pride was her last shield, her last fragile wall—but the more she tried to hold it, the more it crumbled beneath the flood of need he kept wringing out of her. A strangled whimper tore from her lips, her body grinding against his palm with desperate abandon.
V's golden eyes burned into hers, triumphant, merciless. "There it is," he murmured. "That's the sound of you breaking."
Her mouth opened—whether to curse him or beg him, she didn't even know—but before the words could form, he stilled. Completely. His hand withdrew, leaving her empty, aching, every nerve screaming at the loss.
She gasped, her body arching up in instinctive protest. "You—bastard—"
V smirked, towering over her as he released her wrists, his hand lingering just long enough to remind her of the bruising grip he'd had on her. He leaned down, kissed her once—slow, deep, devastating—and then pulled back with a wicked grin.
"Not yet, Kat," he whispered, his breath hot against her lips. "You're not ready to beg the way I want."
And then he stood, calm, composed, like she hadn't just been writhing beneath him seconds ago. He left her trembling, furious, wet, and desperate—his dark laughter following him out the door.
