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“Fuck. You,” she snarls, the venom in her voice still not matching the limpness of her limbs. She folds her lips together and pushes them back open with a thickpop!that has my dick hardening of its own accord.
The defiance is threaded into her bones, and she doesn’t even realize it. Or, maybe she does, and she likes riling me up as much as I like her doing it.
Shifting closer on the bed so my knee presses between her ribs and the mattress, I ghost my middle finger over her lips, releasing her chin; she clamps them together, as if she thinks she can keep me out. “You should be careful how you talk to murderers.”
Her eyes narrow, breaths increasing in frequency as she struggles to maintain sanity. I shouldn’t be teasing her like this when she’s still got drugs in her system, but for some reason, I can’t seem to stop.
Even though I’m angry at her presence, angry that she’s here of all fucking places to accost me, I can’t refrain from touching her. Can’t stop the live wire of desire coursing through my veins, pumping life into my bloodstream.
Mouth dropping open, the tip of my finger grazes the inside curve of her plump bottom lip, and she speaks over it. “You should be careful threatening people with very little will to live. That’s not a war you’ll win.”
“Christ, so fucking dramatic, kitten. You’d get along swimmingly with my sister.” My fingernail taps against a tooth as my finger slips deeper.
“I’mnotdramatic.”
“All spoiled brats are.”
“I’m also not a spoiled brat.”
My finger pushes in further, hooking inside her bottom row of teeth, keeping her focused on me even as she tries to drop my gaze. “Then what are you?”
“About to bite your fucking finger off, if you don’t take it out of my mouth.”
Heat pools at the base of my spine, climbing its way toward my brain, and I suppress a shudder trying to wrack my body at the malice in her tone. She could cut me with her words, if I gave two shits about them.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you sick fuck?” She grins up at me around my finger, and I can’t help imagining how perfect she’d look trying to speak with my cock in her throat.
A punishment befitting her numerous crimes.
Ignoring her, I twist, retracting my index finger and shoving my thumb into the knuckle. I press the rough pad against the flat of her tongue, enjoying the thunder that flashes in her eyes as she bites down around me.
“Fuck.” Her teeth hook into my skin, making me see stars for the briefest moment. Swinging my leg onto the bed, I move to straddle her waist, breaching her lips with my fist. She clenches, her jaw fastened and immobile, but I stuff my knuckles in anyway. “Open, or I’ll break your jaw.”
She thrashes, slackening her jaw and inadvertently allowing me access. It’s a tight fit, probably impossible, but fuck if I don’t want to test her now. See how far she’ll go before she breaks—see if something already broken is even capable of further destruction.
Leaning over her head, I let my mouth fall open, a thick string of spit dripping out and onto where her lips try to keep me out. It lands just below her nose, and I bend down, using the tip of my tongue to spread it lower. She growls, the sound sending a shiver across my skin.
“Careful, kitten, or I might flip you over and stuff both my fists in that tight little ass instead.”
Whimpering as I try to maneuver myself inside, her eyes widen, hips bucking and making me hard as a fucking rock. Her struggle is fuel to my own personal fire, throwing all thoughts of caution and getting answers right out the window.
My fist is huge, and her jaw only relaxes so much, even with me forcing her open. If I don’t stop now I’m actually going to hurt her.
But that’s the entire point—discipline. She didn’t ask for it, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want it. I can see it in the way her irises flare like stormy ocean waters, can see she needs someone to make her submit. Break her spirit in a way that isn’t meant to hurt, butheal.
Like no one else ever cared to before me.
Tears well up in her eyes as she squeals something unintelligible, and the whole situation pisses me off. Pressing once more, harder than before, I roll my hips into hers, loving how her cries morph into a low moan.
Her eyebrows raise as if she’s confused by the hot-and-cold act I’m giving her, so I roll into her again, ensuring my rock-hard cock shifts right against her hot core.
Yanking my fist from her mouth, I give her one single second to work her jaw back into submission before I’m moving off of her, settling my ass into the mattress, and pulling her on top of me.
Spreading her legs so they’re wrapped around my hips, I reach up and tangle my fingers in the base of her hair, tilting her head back. She braces her hands on my shoulders, blinking hard like she can’t keep up; we stare at each other, unmoving, in silence for several beats.
She watches my throat work over a swallow, hunger burning in her gaze, making my stomach tighten with anticipation. Of what’s to come, of the danger of this woman. The uncertainty heightens my arousal, and my dick swells to a point of pain inside my jeans.
Our breaths mingle, and her chest heaves; flattening my palm against the small of her back, I push her closer, trying to erase the space between us. Her heat lines up with my throbbing erection, and she grinds down in a slow circle, drawing a guttural sound from deep within me.
