With a shudder, he answered. “I want you to take me deep and swallow my cum down your throat. Then I’m going to fuck you up against the wall and bite you again so my mark is on both sides of your neck. So every fucking male who sees you will know you’re mine.”

“Hmmm.” I ran my hand up and down his slippery cock, pretending to consider. There was no debate. “Up against the wall? In the shower?”

“Yes.”

I licked him again and then held his gaze with the tip of his cock resting on my bottom lip. God, I was such a tease. Playing with fire, that’s what I was doing. I knew it, and I couldn’t stop. “Can you push me up against the wall and fuck me from behind?”

I ignored the rumble from his chest and ran my tongue up and down his length.

“Yes.”

I loved the feeling of a man behind me, thrusting deep when all I could do was take what he chose to give me. Loved the way a cock rubbed me on the inside, hitting my sweet spot, making me crazy. I wanted Cormac’s cock rubbing me just right. His heat at my back.

“Is that all you want?”

When he didn’t answer, I looked up at him again and realized his knuckles were white, his jaw locked.

Playing with fire might have been an understatement. “Cormac?”

“No one has ever asked me.”

“What you like during sex?”

He nodded slowly, and I stilled.

“Were you a virgin?”

“No. I have fucked many females.”

“I don’t understand.” And I did not want to hear about his other women. A little green monster stirred inside me, and she was vicious, with really sharp teeth that poked holes in my confidence like a toothpick stabbing through a thin sheet of aluminum foil.

“The females are frightened by me. I am—” He looked away from me as he searched for words. “I—”

“You are what? Tell me.”

He stared at the wall above my head. “I am often chosen to fuck. Never the same female twice.”

How I could be angry that he hadn’t had more lovers was beyond me, but I hurt for him as understanding dawned. He was just like me. Used for the thrill, for prestige, so the people he was with could brag about the conquest and their prowess. He was a high-ranking member of his legion. A hunter. A scary strong soldier of some kind. He’d told me he was a killer. I was a billionaire princess with millions of social media followers. The men I’d dated had been after status. Bragging rights. Fame.

Rage filled me at the hurt I knew he had buried deep. We’d both been used.