I can deal with my demons, have my revenge, and have this woman as well. At least for now.
It’s not like she won’t raise her walls the minute we are out of here. But for now, we’re still here.
I deepen the kiss, wanting to take with my mouth all she is willing to give. And more.
All her insecurities she masks so well with snarky comments.
All her self-doubt she dresses in confident retorts.
All her fight that she channels the wrong way, finding enemies in all men because of her family.
And she kisses me back with the same fervor.
I groan and reluctantly leave her lips, grazing her cheek, her neck, her clavicle. Kissing, biting, sucking.
She sinks her teeth into my shoulder, stifling the sounds of her pleasure. Fuck, I wish we were in my bed. Or her bed. Somewhere where she could scream and moan freely.
With my teeth, I pull at her corset. The top clasp comes undone, finally freeing her tits from that stupid casing. They are small and perky.
“Fucking perfect,” I mumble.
I close my lips around one nipple while cupping the other breast, my thumb grazing the hard tip.
She curls her slim fingers around my cock, gripping harder than I would expect. But that’s the thing about Little Thunder: she’s much stronger than people believe. Inside and out.
“You want my cock, Little Thunder?” I bite her gently, and she bucks her hips. I chuckle. “I take that as a yes.”
“Maybe you need to talk less?—”
I put a finger over her lips. “My show, my pace.”
She glares at me. As if by now she didn’t know that her venom is my aphrodisiac.
Producing a condom from my pocket, I hand it to her. With a heated smile, she closes her teeth around the wrapper’s corner and rips it open, spitting the piece of plastic.
I get harder, if that’s even possible. She rolls the condom on, and I curl my fingers over hers, guiding my cock to her wet entrance. I swipe it up and down her wet heat.
“Tell me you haven’t enjoyed every painful minute of this from that first taste of mango cheesecake?Lie to me, Little Thunder, if you must, but the fact remains… you surrender, and I reward you.”
Her breath hitches. That tiny sound almost makes me come again. Instead of a rebuttal, she jerks her hips forward.
“You promise to be quiet?” I still deny her.
“You promise to finally give me what I want?”
“I would never deprive you, Little Thunder. You’re Roxy fucking Moretti, and you deserve my cock.”
Her eyes widen, pupils darken, and a swallow works her throat. “I thought we were pretending to be someone else.” She licks her lips, and I chuckle.
God, she’s breathtaking. This undone. This needy. This reckless.
With a side of a little hatred. Of me for making her lose control. Of herself for surrendering.
It’s a heady visual.
I scoop her thighs and jerk her closer, positioning my tip at her entrance.
I thrust forward. She gasps. Fuck. She’s tight. Even after her orgasm, nicely wet for me, my cock meets resistance.
