He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, then thrust back in hard enough to make my teeth clack together.

"Like that?"

"Harder."

A rough laugh. "Greedy."

But he gave me what I wanted. Brutal, punishing thrusts that had the sink rattling against the wall. His fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. The wet sounds of our bodies meeting obscene in the small bathroom.

"You have to be quiet." His hand came up to cover my mouth, and the dominance of it, the way it made me feel claimed, sent another wave of heat through me. "Unless you want everyone out there to hear what a...