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Her answer was her spitting at him. With his hand to the back of her head, he forced her right cheek against the counter, holding her still. “You ain’t fuckin’ done. Tell me when you’re done.”
“I’m not letting you take what’s mine, Trip. So, fuck you.”
“We’re back to that again? We already established whose fuckin’ bar it is. So, you can fight me all you like. I can do this all fuckin’ night, Stella. And I know you won’t last all night because I can see how fuckin’ exhausted you are. Can see the shadows under your eyes and the desperation in them, too.”
“Fuck... you,” she hissed between gritted teeth.
He put his mouth against her ear, whispering, “I’d be happy to give you what you want, Stella. Just add a few words to that demand.”
“Fuck... you.”
“Still missin’ those words,” he growled, then sank his teeth into the top curve of her left ear. He tongued the small hoops that pierced the upper curve of cartilage. “You wanted a kiss all those years ago, I can give you so much more than that. Just say the words.”
“You’ll just take what you want.” Her words barely discernible between her panting. “Just like the bar.”
She was stoking his flames by poking at the embers, trying to create an out of control bonfire within him.
But prison had taught him a lot of things.
One being how to control his temper. The reason he’d ended up in a concrete box in the first place. The reason he’d ended up in the hole time after time until he learned that hard lesson.
“Fuck that. Not endin’ up back in the joint, just so you can get me outta your hair. Not gonna work. Pussy ain’t worth prison. No matter how tight, sweet or wet it is.”
Her jaw was clenched but her words came out more breathless than pissed. “You think I want you, but you’re wrong.”
No, he wasn’t wrong. Another lesson learned the hard way. How to read people. It kept his throat from being sliced and his asshole from being stretched.
“No? How hard are your nipples right now, Stella? How wet’s that pussy? How much do you want me to rip down your jeans and fuck you hard just like this? From behind.” By tilting his hips, he showed her just how hard he was for her. How much he wanted her.
But he wouldn’t take her. Not like that.
A whimper then a shuddered breath escaped her lips and her eyes squeezed shut.
“You don’t want this?”
She spoke no answer but her heavy breathing gave her away. And that wasn’t the only thing. Her ass began to rock against his hard dick.
“Tell me you don’t want this. You tell me and I’ll fuckin’ stop, let you go and you can get your shit and get the fuck out.”
She growled and ground against him even harder.
Yeah, right. She didn’t want him to let her go. But she needed to be a pain in his fucking ass right to the very end. Because she was too stubborn to admit she was wrong. She was too stubborn to admit outright what she wanted.
She liked to fight, to give as good as she got. To make things more difficult than they had to be. She’d never be sweet and pliable. Everything would always be trying with her.
Every-fucking-thing.
But she had no idea how he fucking ate that shit up. That her being defiant made him even hungrier.
He lived for challenges. That was how he’d survived in the Marines and also in prison.
He fought hard for what he had, everything he wanted.
And he’d fight hard for her.
If she didn’t want to admit out loud she wanted him, then fuck her. She didn’t need to. Her movements and the noises she made gave her away.
“Want that dick, Stella?”
Again, no answer.
“Gotta tell me you want it, or you ain’t gettin’ it. Need to hear it loud and fuckin’ clear. Won’t give up my freedom for a quick fuck.”
“I can’t... can’t give it. You need... to take it.”
All the air rushed from his lungs. Was that consent? There was no fucking way he was fucking her without her consent. No fucking way.
“Just take it!” she screamed.
Goddamn.
Did that mean she wanted him to give it to her hard and rough?
This better not be a damn trap. “Stella...”
“Stop being a pussy and just fucking take it!”
Fuck.
His brain might still be unsure, but his cock wasn’t. His dick was an enthusiastic all-systems-a-go.
If he had a lick of fucking sense, he should just walk away from her. He wanted her but he wasn’t sure it was worth the risk.
“Goddamn you, Trip, just fuck me!”
For fuck’s sake, that was pretty fucking clear.
She began to squirm. He thought she was trying to get free and was about to let her go, when she managed to shove her jeans and panties down to mid-thigh, exposing...
