Page 109 of Ghosted

I don’t care.

I yank the front of his shirt so hard the fabric strains, dragging Johnny down until his mouth crashes against mine. The kiss is all teeth and spite, my tongue shoving past his lips like I’m trying to punish him with it.

He laughs into me, low and cruel, the sound vibrating against my mouth as he kicks the door shut behind him.

I pull back just enough to breathe, and Johnny looks at me with blood on his lip and that bright, awful shine in his eyes, pleased in a way no normal person would be pleased.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he murmurs. “Now that is a choice.”

“Shut up.”

“No, no, no.” His smile stretches wider, delighted and sharp. “Don’t get shy now. You opened the door, dragged me in, and now you’re looking at me like you want to set the whole fucking room on fire. Can’t blame me for enjoying the burn, baby.”

I shove him toward the couch.

He lets me, stumbling back with a laugh that sounds almost breathless, almost giddy. He drops onto the cushions, legs spread, hands lifting with fake innocence, blood still shining at the corner of his mouth.

“That’s it,” he says. “Fuck, look at you. All that anger and nowhere pretty to put it.”

“I said stop talking.”

“Oh I’m very aware of all your little commands.” His eyes track every move I make as I climb over him, too awake, too amused, too hungry for the damage. “But you haven’t made me yet.”

My fingers yank at my shirt before I can think too hard about what I’m doing, and Johnny’s gaze drops for half a second before snapping back to my face.

He wants me to know he’s watching me choose it.

I grab his hair before he can say another smart-ass thing and pull him toward me.

His hands flex at his sides, but he doesn’t grab me. He just looks up at me, smiling against my skin, completely fucking thrilled.

“Fuck this is so good,” he breathes, voice gone rough and wicked. “Be mad. Be stupid. Be exactly as bad as you want to be.”

“Johnny.”

His smile cuts deeper.

“Oh, I know,” he whispers. “You’re all butt hurt he picked me, and now you’re going to make sure he feels it.”

My grip tightens in his hair.

Johnny laughs again, softer this time, almost reverent in the worst possible way.

“That’s my pretty girl,” he murmurs. “Make a mistake with your teeth.”

"Shut up and suck," I snap.

Johnny’s mouth seals around my nipple, hot and wet, teeth scraping before he bites down hard enough to make me hiss. The sting shoots straight between my legs, and I grind down on the hard line of his cock through his jeans, rolling my hips like I’m already fucking him through the denim.

My fingers fumble with his belt, jerking it open, first the button, then his zipper. Then I shove his pants and boxers down just far enough to free his cock.

"Well shit, look at you," he murmurs against my skin, voice muffled but still amused. "So fucking mad and still climbing on my dick."

"Fuck sakes, just shut up," I growl, standing long enough to strip the rest of my clothes off, then straddle him again, my bare cunt hovering over his cock.

His hands move to my hips the second I’m over him.

Fingers digging in enough to hurt, enough that I feel it through all the anger burning under my skin. I should shove him off. I should tell him not to touch me like he has any right to put his hands anywhere.