Page 69 of Pucked Around and Found Out

“Yes, we are!”

“We’re done when I say we’re fucking done.” His tone is hard and unyielding. Weeks ago I would have cowered and obeyed, but I’m not that girl anymore.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” I scream, my outburst stunning him, causing him to rock back on his heels, but I’m not finished. “You constantly fuck with my head, use me, say cruel things and when it suits you, you reel me back in. No more. I’m done with your games. Love shouldn’t be this hard. Feeling the way I do about you is like a death sentence. I’ll never know how long I have and I can’t live like that.” I feel tears prick the backs of my eyes, but I won’t allow them to fall. “Tomorrow, I’ll call you and we can formulate a plan but tonight, I’m leaving⁠—”

He darts forward, grips my face between his hands and slams his mouth onto mine, silencing my protest.

Like the stupid little moth I am, I allow his fire to consume me. His taste invades my senses, overriding my thoughts without effort. The chill I felt moments ago vanishes and is replaced by his searing heat. I feel his desperation in the kiss and surrender to him. I grip his waist and hold him tight. In my stupid brain I think if I can hold him tight enough he’ll stay.

He turns us then urges me backward until my back is against the wall without breaking the kiss.

He’s a drug.

An addiction I can’t kick.

He’s inside me, running through my veins and I don’t have the capacity to flush him out.

His hands move from my face to grip the hem of the hoodie—his hoodie—and he lifts it up, but I don’t break the kiss. I don’t want him to stop like he did at the beach. I want to remain suspended in this moment. When my mind isn’t reeling, I’m not thinking about what my next move is. I just want to stay here, this exact moment with him, where everything feels like it’ll be okay.

Xaden breaks the kiss. I open my mouth to beg him not to stop but I don't have the chance. He yanks the hoodie over my head, then his mouth is back on mine. He grips the backs of my thighs and lifts me. I wrap my arms and legs around him, loving how good it feels to have him pressed against me.

He walks back over to the bed and unlike before, he doesn’t toss me onto the mattress. He lays me down with care. It’s so strange to see this type of care from him. He’s all rough edges and takes me as I am, yet here he is showing me a tenderness I’ve never seen before. He pulls back and looks down at me with a devastating look in his eyes that has me stiffening beneath him.

“I’ll ruin you, Tink.” His honesty floors me. “I’ll break you and destroy every good part of you.”

Tears burn the backs of my eyes but I blink them away.

I’m done crying.

No more being a weak bitch.

I’m Toren–fucking-Kellar and it’s about time I started acting like the boss bitch I preach that I am.

“We were never meant to co-exist, we were rivals before we even knew who the other was. We are destined for destruction and ruin, but it still won’t stop me from wanting you, Xaden.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

XADEN

I tried to give her an out but she didn’t take it, now she is at my mercy and I’m not stopping. I grip her bra and tear it down the center. She doesn’t gasp or make a sound, just lays there and stares up at me with a challenge in her eyes. That look alone has my dick twitching and begging to be released. I slide off the bed, gripping the front of her pants. I slowly peel them and her thong down her legs until she is laying there bare and open for me to feast my gaze upon.

She’s the blood of my enemy.

The heir to my rival.

The sister of the cunt who killed mine.

Yet, I can’t stop myself from wanting her.

I reach back and grip the collar of my shirt, then yank it over my head, exposing all my ink. Her eyes greedily take in the sight of my exposed flesh and devour every inch. I reach out and grip the backs of her calves, then yank her down the bed until her ass teeters on the edge. She pushes up to rest on her elbows and watches as I lower to my knees before her.

Unlike most bitches, she doesn’t see me kneeling before her as her holding the power, she just sees me wanting to give her pleasure to ensure she enjoys this as much as I do. Eating pussy wasn’t something I was ever into before, but now, I can’t help but crave the taste of her on my tongue. I dip my head between her thighs and inhale, the scent of her cunt mixed with the arousal I see coating her inner thighs is a scent I wish I could savor.

I dart my tongue out and lick her. She jerks and moans. I grip her thighs in a bruising hold as I suck her clit into my mouth and relish the scream that tears out of her.

Let that cunt hear how good I eat this pussy, I think as she continues to cry out as I devour this cunt like it’s my last fucking meal. She’s the bane of my existence yet this pussy isn’t. I shouldn’t crave the feeling of her heat wrapped around my cock or long to hear the sounds she makes but I fucking do, and that’s what fucks with my head the most.

Hating her was easy before I met her.