Page 94 of Anthem of Love and Loathing

Other than his baby. And I had planned to tell him. Even after we broke up. Until whether he knew or not no longer mattered.

He straightens. His palm smooths over the curve of one ass cheek. “Do you know what I was thinking while Kodiak was getting you off?”

“No.” I flinch when his palm lifts, but I’m not scared. Only anticipating.

A second later, it stings my skin and goes back to rubbing circles on my heated flesh. He hums a little note of satisfaction. “That I needed to fuck you in front of them. Make sure they understand that they’re only getting to enjoy you because I want it.”

My brain stutters.

It’s like my fantasies are coming true. If only I didn’t hate the lead. Want to hate him. Oh, hell. Does it matter what my emotions are? All this anger and fighting makes everything hotter anyway.

His palm lands again, sending another spike of pain through me that turns my clit into a pulsing mess. Spearing his other hand between my legs, he finds my juices coating my thighs and pussy. He slides a finger inside me. “You’re fucking soaked for me, Little Vandal.”

He groans.

The crowd is getting louder. Chanting for him since he hasn’t made it to the stage with the others. They want him. They want to adore him. “You need to get out there.”

“Don’t care,” he says. The sound of his zipper being lowered has my clit throbbing. Stepping in closer, he lines the head up with my entrance and flexes his hips. His cock presses into me. “They can wait. I need inside you too bad to be patient.”

“Wait, get a condom," I whimper, even while I wrap an arm around the back of his thigh to get closer.

“Fuck.” He grabs his bag and dives a hand into the pocket where the condoms were. He retrieves a foiled square and rips it open before rolling the rubber down his cock.

This time when he gets behind me, he slams home.

The couch shunts forward an inch as my hips crash against it. His balls thump my clit.

“As long as you’re on this tour, this is mine.” He pulls out and slams back in again. “I tell you who gets to touch it. Who kisses it. Who sticks their cock in you. Who makes you come. Understand?”

“Why would I want that?” I moan as he fucks me hard against the back of the couch. Oh my God, yes... yes... yes!

“Because of the way you respond to it.”

Good fucking lord. My eyes roll back in my head. “You don’t own me.”

“No. But you owe me for what you stole. Until you come clean, I’m going to take it out on your body.”

Please fucking do. “Oh God.”

He flattens his chest to my back, binding one arm around my tits and using the other to reach under the front of my dress to torture my clit. His rich, spicy cologne and his musky scent surround me. The friction of his cock along my inner walls with every scrape back and thrust forward has me staring down the barrel of my orgasm.

“Tomorrow we’ll talk to Doc. He can show you my latest clean bill of health and make sure your birth control is covered. Because I am going to be marking this pretty pussy up. Every time you fuck with one of my bandmates, you better be prepared for me to remind you who this pussy belongs to.”

The beginnings of my orgasm flicker to life. I’m so close.

His fingers disappear from my clit. My orgasm starts to recede. His mouth is at my ear. “Since you were a bad girl who went through my things... I’m not giving you an orgasm this time.”

No! He can’t be serious. “Please, Riot. You can’t—"

“Shut up and take this cock like the good girl I know you can be.”

Fuck him. I frantically move my hips, trying to rebuild the friction I desperately need.

He clamps his hands around my hips and holds me still. “If you come... I’m going to make your punishment last a hell of a lot longer.”

Motherfucker. I grip the couch harder.

He fucks me rough and fast.