2. Joker

Two

Joker

The moment my hand closes around hers, a primal urge surges through me. Her skin is soft, warm, and I can’t wait to mark it.

I drag her through the crowd, my grip tight enough to bruise. She stumbles, trying to keep up with my long strides. Good. I want her off-balance.

Spotting a service corridor, I make my move. I yank her towards it, ignoring her startled yelp.

“Joker, what—”

I silence her with a rough shove against the wall. My hand finds her throat, not squeezing, just holding. A warning.

“Listen carefully, sweetheart,” I growl, my voice low and dangerous. “I’m going to fuck you. Right here. Right now. If you don’t want that, say so. Otherwise, keep quiet.”

Her eyes widen, a mix of fear and arousal darkening them. She swallows hard against my palm but doesn’t speak.

“Good girl,” I purr, my other hand already sliding up her thigh.

I capture her delicious lips in a bruising kiss, all teeth and tongue. She tastes fucking amazing. Amara whimpers, her curvy body arching into my hard one despite her hesitation. I bite her full lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. Fuck, she feels good. All curves. Soft all over. Big, round tits, incurved waist, full ass. I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life. And that shit started when I caught my first sight of Amara sitting in the audience of my panel.

“Joker,” she gasps, her throaty voice a mix of plea and protest.

I silence her with another kiss, my tongue sliding inside her mouth, licking, sucking, tasting, fucking devouring. My hand finding the edge of her panties. My thick fingers sliding under the scrap of lace, and through her slick folds. She’s fucking soaked. Wet, and soft. I slide through her pussy lips, pinch her clit, plunge down to her entrance. Her thick thighs shake around my hand. Her delicate fingers digging into my shoulders. She gasps and moans, rolling her hips, thrusting to meet me. I keep kissing her, tongue-fucking her mouth. Pushing deeper, pumping harder, adding more fingers. She’s so fucking tight. So wet for me. Warm and snug. Fucking perfect.

Suddenly, voices echo from the main hall. Amara tenses, trying to push me away. But I don’t budge.

“Joker, stop. Someone’s coming—”

I cut her off, my fingers pushing deeper inside her without warning. And her words dissolve into a moan.

“Then you better be quiet, sweetheart. And take my fingers like a good little slut,” I growl against her ear, my tone cold and commanding. Completely at odds with how feral I feel inside. Fuck, this woman has me shaken to my core. “Unless you want them to see you like this.” Thrust. “Desperate.” I pump twice more. “Needy.” I lick and bite her lips, dragging my long fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. “Being fucked in a dirty hallway by a man you just met.”

Amara bites her lip, stifling another moan as I curl my fingers inside her. The voices are getting closer, but I don’t stop. If anything, the risk of discovery only fuels my savage hunger for her.

“My hotel,” I rasp, barely able to contain myself at this point, my fingers still working her relentlessly. “Across the street. I’m gonna take you there and do everything I’ve been imagining since I first saw you. I hope you’re ready, sweetheart.”

She shudders from my words or my touch, I’m not sure. Probably both.

“Okay,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “Let’s go.”

I smirk behind my mask, withdrawing my hand. Fuck, I’m shaking. Without thinking I bring my fingers to her lips.

“Clean them,” I order. My heart is beating fast. I watch her in fascination. Her scent surrounding me, all over me. Flower, feminine musk, and the delicious smell of her pussy juices. My mouth is salivating but I want to see how far I can push her. If this woman who already feels like mine might just be the one who was made for me.

Amara hesitates for a split second before obeying, the tip of her pink tongue darting out to taste herself on my skin. And the sight nearly undoes me. Fuck. The caress of her tongue on my rough skin. The way her eyes roll back as she savors herself. I’m fucking done for.

I grab her wrist, my grip bruising. “You’re fucking mine, now.”

As I lead her to the exit, a feral hunger courses through me. Amara has no idea what she’s in for. Because I meant what I just said. I’m never letting her go.