She steps in, toe to toe, chin tilted in that way that screams don’t fuck with me.“You should be fucking terrified.”
I smile.“You’re not used to men who push back, are you?”
“I’m not used to boys who mistake possession for power.”
Oh, fuck me… that mouth was built for battle.
The air between us crackles.It’s alive.Electric.One wrong move and this whole place will burn.
“You wear my ring,” I murmur.
“That ring doesn’t mean shit,” she says.
“Maybe to you,” I say, lifting my hand to grab her chin, not rough, just enough to make her look at me.“But to every fucker in this city, it means you belong to me.”
Her breath hitches and there it is.I see the crack in her armor.
She then slaps my hand away, her mouth curling into a snarl.“You don’t own fucking shit, Lorenzo.”
My laugh is a shadowy thing.A knife in the darkness.“You keep telling yourself that, Bella.”
I lean in.
She doesn’t move.
Our mouths are so close, I can taste her defiance.I taste the heat of every insult she’s swallowed.Every fantasy she’s tried to bury.
“I hate you,” she breathes, voice trembling, eyes sparkling.
“Good,” I whisper.“Hate me with your whole fucking body, then.”
I can’t take it anymore, I go in for the kiss.Her lips are still parted when I press my mouth to hers.
The kiss isn’t sweet or slow.It’s teeth and tongues, rage and lust wrapped around every moment of it.She claws at my shoulders, trying to take control, but I grip her hips and pin her to the wall like a predator who finally cornered his prey.
She moans into my mouth, and I feel it down to my fucking cock.
“You want control?”I rasp against her lips, holding her wrists above her head with one hand, while the other lifts her dress up her thighs.“Then fight me for it.”
She bites my lip so hard I taste blood.I growl and slide my leg between her thighs.She grinds her pussy against my leg, chasing the friction.
“Shit,” I mutter, pulling the lace aside and sliding two fingers through her folds.“You’re fucking soaked.”
“You talk too much,” she snaps.
So I do the smart thing and shut the fuck up.
I drive my fingers into her pussy, deep and unrelenting, with no warning and no mercy.Her body jerks hard against the wall, a sharp gasp ripping out of her as her back arches, muscles tensing up under my hands.
“Fuck,” she chokes, the word breaking apart as if she didn’t mean to give it to me.
I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear.“Say it again.”
She shudders, thighs trembling around my wrist, breath ragged as I fuck her with my fingers.“Make me.”
I drop to my knees, rip the panties the rest of the way off, and press my mouth to her cunt as if I’ve been starving for it.She bucks against my tongue, snarling and gasping, riding my face like she’s the one in control, but I don’t back down either.I hold her there, hand wrapped tight around her thigh, keeping her from slipping away as she falls apart on my tongue.
She comes hard, loud, and feral, clutching my hair as if she wants to rip it from the roots.Her thighs tremble around my head, her body shaking.
