Page 24 of Cash

“You could try,” she huffed.

She had no idea.

But she was about to learn.

“Is that permission?”

All I needed was a yes, and Lore would come to understand the true meaning of waking the beast.

When the silence stretched, I hid my disappointment with a taunt. “That’s what I thought.”

“You talk a big game, Cash Phillips⁠—”

I jacked my knee up, dislodging her hand on my balls. Using her momentary surprise to my advantage, I forced her further onto her back. I gave her my weight and lowered my head to her ear, ignoring the pain on my scalp.

My thumb dug into the soft flesh under her chin and there was that harsh exhale that I’d only heard twice but now craved.

“We both know if you wanted out of this bed, you would’ve already clawed my face off.”

There was zero chance the woman would be trapped under me without an epic battle if she didn’t want to be exactly where she was.

“I’m saving you the embarrassment of walking into tomorrow’s briefing with a black eye and broken nose,” she huffed out her lie with a weak attempt to buck me off.

“Bullshit.”

I traced the shell of her ear with my tongue and felt her body still. I retraced my path this time using my teeth to gently scrape my way down. I felt the shiver but that wasn’t the reaction I was after. I continued down her jaw with nothing more than a graze until I made it to her shoulder and sank my teeth in. Just like in the bathroom, the shudder that moved through her was full body.

“Cash.”

Lore hissing my name set my blood on fire.

“Hm?” I hummed against her skin as I swept away the sting with my tongue.

“Are you gonna fuck me, or what?” she groused.

So fucking Lore I couldn’t stop my smile.

“No, baby girl, I’m not going to fuck you,” I told her with another lash of my tongue over my bite mark. “I’m gonna toy with you, then I’m gonna wreck you.”

Lore’s attack was a surprise but not a shock. I should’ve known the hellcat would make her move and do so like she did everything—aggressive, hostile, vicious. With a heave and a twist she rolled, and before she had me on my back, Lore’s mouth slammed down. Her tongue spiked in and the taste of her flooded—alluring, mysterious, dangerous. The combination made my already hard cock throb. I hadn’t yet fully enjoyed the heady concoction that made up Lore before she knifed up, whipped off her shirt, and waged war.

The battle that ensued was frenzied.

Teeth, tongues, hands everywhere.

We grappled, she arched, I twisted. A clash of bodies. Both of us wanting control, neither of us willing to concede to the other. There was nothing gentle or soft as we tore into each other.

A violent discovery.

A single-minded pursuit of victory.

Winner takes all.

And I planned to be the conqueror.

Her nails scored down my back, leaving pain in their wake and making my cock twitch.

Play time was officially over.