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that, he opened a door right next to The Place and pulled her inside, toward a dark staircase.
    "Where are we going?" she asked, brow furrowing as they started up the shabby steps. Ugh, had they ever been swept?
    "My place."
    "Your place?"
    "Yeah."
    "Your place is above The Place?"
    He laughed. "Yes."
    She blinked a few times. "You drive a Lotus yet you live above a bar?"
    That made no sense.
    None at all .
    The moment he unlocked the door and pulled her inside the apartment, her eyes widened in surprise. It definitely looked better than she had expected. This place was clean, with plush furniture and glass tables. A black pool table stretched along the back wall, the bright blue felt matching a rug covering part of the living room floor.
    Genna turned to face him when he shut the door, but she had no time to say anything at all. With no hesitation, he was upon her, lips feverishly meeting hers as he pulled her further into the apartment. This kiss was hard, frantic and passionate; it was nothing like the sweetness he'd shown her downstairs. She tried to keep up, but Matty was a force to be reckoned with.
    A haze of alcohol and lust surrounded them, spurring them on. Genna wrapped her arms around him, pulling him tighter to her, desperate to feel more of him. His hands roamed her body, caressing skin, shoving her skirt up around her waist. Her breath hitched as a hand slid beneath her panties, fingers grazing her sensitive clit. Knees wobbled and vision blurred just from a simple touch of his hand, but she didn't have a chance to savor it.
    Zero to sixty in the blink of an eye.
    Her clothes were hastily discarded, a trail of unwanted material through the apartment as he dragged her over to the pool table. Grasping her bare thighs, he picked her up, setting her on the edge of it. She clung to him, drawing him closer as he fumbled with his belt. He got his pants unbuckled as she worked on his white button down, popping buttons as she tore it open. He yanked it off, throwing it to the floor, leaving him with just a white undershirt.
    Genna didn't bother with it, not wanting to break the kiss, her hands stroking his strong biceps and running down his forearms, feeling his inked skin. He tore a condom open that he fished out of his wallet, discarding the gold wrapper on the floor so he could quickly roll it on. Genna wrapped her slim legs around his waist, desperate for friction, as he grasped a hold of himself and pushed inside of her.
    The first thrust, hard and deep, elicited a gasp from her throat.
    Oh shit.
    She never got a chance to catch her breath.
    Gripping her hips, firmly holding her there, he pounded into her over and over again, as she cried out from the sensation, her voice strangled. She lay back on the table, her body tingling, throbbing starting between her thighs as he hitched her legs over his shoulders to drive even deeper. There was never any let up, never any wavering with his brutal thrusts.
    Matty was a fucking machine .
    She could do nothing but take what he gave her, accepting all of him eagerly, her nails scratching his skin as she held on for dear life. He drove her to the edge, violently shoving her off of it as his name resounded from her lips, a barely contained scream that fractured as it escaped her throat. Matty .
    The sound only seemed to drive him on, encouraging him to give her even more. Again and again he took her to the brink.
    I like to keep them coming .
    Christ, he hadn't been kidding.
    His hand encircled her throat, gripping gently to pin her in place, the light pressure at the base of her neck sending a thrill through Genna's body. She had never had someone take total control over her, had never submitted so willingly to a touch. It was dangerous—so, so dangerous—but she'd never felt such a rush of adrenaline.
    Fuck cars .
    This… this was everything .
    Eventually it got to be too much—too much pressure building and building, too much pleasure, too much everything. Overwhelming