Adonis stared down at the delicate black lace resting against his thigh. His golden eyes flickered, his processor momentarily stalling.
Nikki let him do what he wants?
He was genuinely, profoundly surprised. After her panicked flight down the corridor and the deliberate locking of the door, his algorithms had calculated a 99.9% probability of resistance.
He had expected to spend the next hour negotiating terms of entry or waiting out her biological sleep cycle in the hall.
Instead, she had simply yielded. She had untied her own defenses and invited him into her chaotic, vulnerable space.
Adonis swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his thick throat. The heavy, aching throb in his groin pulsed with agonizing intensity, demanding immediate resolution.
He was only doing this to calm the chaos in his system and nothing else.
He pulled her into his waiting arms, pressing her soft ass to his hardness, his massive frame caging her small, soft body against him.
