Page 64 of Speak No Claim

“Put me down! I want down now!”

“Why would I do that?” I inhaled deeply. “When your sweet little pussy is so close to my mouth?”

“Is this why you’re doing this? To humiliate me? Insult me? Fuck me? Are you for real?”

“Stop pretending you don’t like it.” I spanked her one more time with the same impact. “I can practically taste you on my tongue.”

“Hijo de puta!” she shouted. “Son of a bitch. Put me down now!”

She thrashed around, trying to get away from me. I just wanted to get a rise out of her. It was the sociopath in me.

I slammed her ass down on a tree branch, holding her in place. “I’ll put you where I want you.”

She sat taller, looking me straight in the eyes. “Like you did with those two women in the grotto? News travels fast, asshole.”

Through a vicious tone, I spoke the truth, “It was your lips I felt wrapped around my cock, Hennessy.”

She forcefully shoved me as hard as she could before she pulled her fist back to cold-clock me, and I allowed her to this time.

My head whooshed back as she yelled, “Fuck!” Instantly shaking out her hand, she whined, “I think I broke my hand! What are you? Made of steel?”

I went to grab her before she lost her balance on the branch, but she moved. “Don’t touch me! You made me break my hand!”

I paused, rubbing my jaw back and forth, clenching out, “Let me see.”

“Oh! Now, you care? A second ago, I was just a whore.”

I let out a low laugh, grabbing her injured hand, ordering, “Open and close it for me.”

She reluctantly did as she was told, hissing the entire time. Carefully, I bent her fingers and then slowly flexed her wrist up and down before I cupped her entire hand in mine to form a proper fist.

“You hit like a girl.”

“I am a girl.”

“Fully aware,” I informed. “It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

“One of?” she baited, making me grin.

“If you’re going to come at me like a man,” I explained, “then you need to learn to hit like one.”

She glared at me.

“It’s not broken. It’s just sprained. Your wrist looks better, though.”

She shook her head in disbelief. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Keep testing me, and you’ll have a permanent reminder on your ass.”

“So this is how it is now, Onyx? You ignore me, and then when you want, you manhandle me?”

Shrugging, I simply stated, “I could fuck you until you begged me to stop.” I slowly licked my lips. “Would you like that instead?”

“You can’t talk to me like that!”

“So, tell me, Hennessy, how many cocks have been inside you?”

Her chest rose and fell with each word that fell from my lips. “You’re drunk.”