I DON'T JUST FUCK, I RUIN

His answering growl vibrated through me like thunder. His fingers swiped my clit and cunt rougher, faster, and more mercilessly, grinding over my clit with punishing precision. Then sudden and brutal he flicked harder, faster and wilder, each sharp strike detonating another wave of pleasure and bliss until I shattered, the shockwaves tearing the control straight out from me. I broke with a cry, his name ripping from my lips in a scream.

"C..Caesar!" I sobbed, my voice cracked and my legs shaking violently as wetness slipped hot down my thighs, coating his hand.

"Say it louder," Caesar demanded, relentlessly flicking harder, forcing more out of me until my voice shattered again, my body giving way in a rush of release I couldn't hold back. My moans filled the small space, the sound raw, desperate, and broken by his name.

"Caesar!" I screamed, broken and undone, my body convulsing against his hand. Wetness gushed out of me in hot bursts, soaking through the lace and spilling down my thighs in streams. My legs buckled, shaking violently, barely held up by his grip.

"Caesar...please!" I gasped, strangled and desperate, until the pressure broke again. I squirted hard, a wild rush that left me gasping, dripping, my thighs and his hand drenched. The sound of it echoed in the small space, wet, obscene, and undeniable.

He finally stopped and then, ding, the door slid open with a soft chime, spilling harsh light into the ruined silence but neither of us moved. His hand remained buried between my thighs and pressed hard against my cunt, soaked, claiming it, his touch still burning and wet between my trembling thighs. My back stayed pinned to the mirror, breath wrecked, legs weak as more wetness dripped down, pooling at my heels.

Caesar leaned close, lips brushing my ear as if daring the world outside to hear, his voice a low growl edged with triumph, "That's better. My name...dripping from your lips. And your cunt."

I felt the low hum of restraint vibrating in his throat, his fingers still pulsing heat into me, the promise of danger burning hotter than whiskey in my veins.

I tilted my head just enough to catch his gaze, lips curving in a taunt. "Oh, you think you've won?" I whispered, sharp and teasing. "Let's see how hard you can really go to bed." And with that, I slipped from his hold, stepping into the hallway with his heat still clinging to me. Every movement was deliberate, every sway of my hips a command. My legs still quivered from his touch, but I forced each step steady and defiant.

His gaze tracked me, sharp and unrelenting, until he finally pushed off the mirrored wall to follow. His steps were predatory silent, yet heavy with intent.

I didn't look back. I didn't have to as I could feel him behind me, heat radiating, control fraying. By the time I reached the door to my suite, the keycard nearly trembled in my hand not from fear, but from the electric promise strung tight between us.

I still had the keys with me, so I unlocked my door to the room. The lock clicked and the door opened.

Inside, the door had barely clicked shut close for his restraint to break free before he caught me again, his hand closed around my arm, spinning me back into him, eyes dark, burning, and dangerous.

"You want to see how good I am in bed?" He rasped, his voice low and lethal, every word a vow. "Careful what you ask for, sweetheart. I don't just fuck I ruin. And once I start, you won't walk away begging for anything but more." Then he kissed me. It wasn't just any kiss, it was a claim, rough, and unyielding, all heat and hunger.

His hands gripped me in the process, like he'd been holding back for far too long. Then slid to my waist, pulling me closer, while the other one slid up my thigh, dragging my dress higher.

I gasped into his mouth, but it only made him deepen the kiss, devouring the sound, swallowing the dare I'd thrown at him minutes ago. My fingers curled into his shirt, dragging him closer, pressing his body more against mine, hard enough to steal my breath, feeding the danger instead of fighting it.

I broke away just long enough to catch my breath, lips brushing his as I whispered, taunting, the alcohol giving my voice a lazy edge. "Still think you're the one winning?"

His response was instant. His hand shot up from me, catching my waist and turning me hard against the door. The thud rattled through me as he pressed in, pinning me like prey. In one swift motion, he trapped both my wrists in one hand, slamming them high above my head against the wood.

"Winning?" he echoed, voice low and edged with dark amusement. His breath burned hot in my ear. "You've got guts, sweetheart, I'll give you that. But don't start trembling when you realize the game you started is one I will never lose."

I smirked even as my breath came faster. "Good. Then let's see if you can keep up." And pushing up on my toes, I reached for his face with my hands still pinned high against the wall. I leaned in and crashed my mouth over his before he could answer. He kissed me back without hesitation, rough, all hungry and unyielding, claiming me with heat and and intent of winning.

His body pressed flush to mine, hard and relentless, eyes gleaming with the predator's promise. His free hand slid down, skimming the curve of my body from my chest to my legs, slow enough to make me shiver. My dress rode higher under his touch, his fingers digging into my thighs like he was ready to prove every word he'd spoken. His hands were firm and commanding, the kind of touch that never had to ask twice as they roamed over me.

Then he released my wrists only to seize my thighs, lifting me up like I weighed nothing without breaking the kiss. His grip was bruising and powerful as he slammed me harder against the door. I wrapped around him instinctively, his strength holding me there as against the door.

The rawness wasn't careful, it was desperate, explosive. He ground against me, pressing me into the wall until my moans turned sharp and ragged. His breath scorched my ear, words dripping like gasoline on an open flame, "Do you think you can handle me?" He rasped, daring me to break.