Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“Ah, yeah,” I gasped, my rock-hard ridge soaking in her
heat through her lacy, silk boxers.
I couldn’t fucking think.
Breathing faster, I dove into it all, the demand of her
questions and the threat of the knives ready to hurt me and end
me right here, right now. Sweat cooled my skin, the rustle of
my body in the sheets filled my ears, and every other sense
heightened with awareness as I let go, wanting to feel this. To
be filled with anything of her.
Moving one hand to where her neck met her shoulder, I
took hold of her body and rode her from the bottom, her
clothes still on and the torture making it all the more insane.
“Stop,” she breathed out. “Damon, stop.”
“GGet off me then.”
She was sitting on me. I had no control here.
“I may be married to Ari,” I told her, dying to get inside
her body again. “But her little sister is who I really wanted to
play with.” I yanked her down to me, the knives falling away
as I whispered against her lips. “Always wanted to play with.”
She trembled, and her eyes watered, and I thought she was
going to pull away and run, but she was frozen.
“You’re mine,” I said, kissing her mouth once as I humped
her. “Mine.” I kissed her again. “Mine in that fountain. Mine
in the locker room and in the janitor’s closet. Mine in the
dean’s office.” I took her jaw in my hand. “You’ll have my
kids and be my woman and fuck me, because that’s what I
want.”
“No,” she said, barely audible.
But then she locked her hand around my neck and
whimpered, her body arching to meet my hips.
“You’re different than them,” I whispered, pulling off her
shirt to feel her tits against my chest. “Different than my
friends. Different than Ari. Different than my parents, my
sister, and every woman. You see everything.”