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“You wish it was your dick,” she said, running her tongue over those soft, perfect lips. “But I can still come on my gun. It doesn’t make a difference to me.”
She justhadto add that little insult in there. My hand snapped out, gripping her face and squeezing her cheeks as she laughed. I pressed the gun in, deep and hard. “It doesn’t make a difference? Is that so? Do you think I’m going to let you come when you keep defying me?”
“That’s exactly what you’re going to do,” she gasped, breathless, dripping down her thighs. “Even if you stop right now, I’m going to lock myself upstairs and make myself come without you.”
I leaned over her, tightening my grip as I fucked the gun into her. “You think a lock will fucking keep me out? I’ll rip the door off its goddamn hinges, Juniper. I’ll tie you to the bed until you’reweepingfor release.”
Her eyes fluttered, rolling back in her head. Fucking hell, she got off on the threats; it only brought her closer to the edge. I didn’t even want to stop…I wanted to see that glorious pussy clench, I wanted to see it squirt. My dick was so hard it was painful, that pulsating organ screaming at me to sink myself inside her.
“You can’t resist.” She was just taunting me now, eyes bright, cheeks flushed with pleasure. “You know you want to feel it...ah...you want to feel how wet it is…”
I swear to fucking Lucifer if she kept running her mouth —
“Oh God,” she moaned, and I could feel the extra resistance as I pressed the gun into her, her walls tightening. “I’m...I’m gonna come…”
Likehellshe was.
I jerked her up from the floor and slammed her onto her back. “Don’t you dare call forGod,” I snarled. “It’smyname you’re going to be crying.”
I slid the gun away, and it skid across the tile as I tore open my jeans, practically ripping the fabric. She was giggling — the wind was knocked out of her but she was fuckinggigglingat me. I tossed away her jeans and shredded her panties, laying her bare.
I wanted to rip her apart.
I wanted to eat her alive.
Fuck, I wanted to feel that tight, wet hole stretched around me.
I pinned her by the throat, pressing her legs back until her knees almost touched her shoulders. Even still,still, she whispered hoarsely, “I knew...knew you couldn’t...resist.”
I entered her roughly, mercilessly. I was far bigger than the pistol, and she cried out as I stretched her, legs shaking. Fuck taking my time, fuck waiting. Every cry spurred me on, and when her voice began to shake in unison with her body, it wasmyturn to laugh. “Cocky little slut,” I growled, squeezing her throat.
Her bare toes curled. Her eyes rolled back. I squeezed the sides of her neck as she came and watched her face pass from pleasure to sheer ecstasy. I’d given her exactly what she wanted; all her taunting had been right. There was something about her, about the way her body tightened and throbbed around me, the way her nails clawed up my back and her lips parted, that ignited the most desperate parts of me. I couldn’t fucking resist it.
I shuddered as I came, pumping her full, savoring her tiny whimpers as my cock throbbed inside her. She was panting, shaking, thighs sticky with her arousal and dripping my cum. I got up, leaning against the counter as she laid at my feet trying to catch her breath.
“I knew it,” she said triumphantly. “I knew you couldn’t hold out as long as me.”
I wanted to snap the marble countertops in half.
She sat up slowly and leaned back against the cabinets, still chuckling, still breathless, still so goddamn pleased with herself. “We’re going to White Pine tomorrow. We’re getting Marcus.” She grinned up at me. “Unless you’re too scared.”
“I’m not scared of shit,” I snarled. I’d come so hard my vision had gone blurry for a moment, and Istillwanted more. I was addicted, I was goddamn obsessed. And she was so fuckingsmugabout it.
This was a problem. A massive problem.
I squat down, glaring into her smug, beautiful face. “I haven’t even begun to wreck you, girl. You think you won this round? You’ve only made me crave breaking you more.”
She grinned, flipping me off from the floor. “I’ve already wrecked you, demon boy. Round one goes to me.”
18
I’d learned to live a lonely life. It was safer that way. I moved often and didn’t linger anywhere too long. I didn’t use my real name, and I didn’t trust anyone I met. Companionship and pleasure weren’t things I encountered often. I already wasn’t very personable, so it was hard enough to make friends. But in the years since I’d left Abelaum, I’d learned that relationships were just anchors that would try to tie me down. Getting attached to anyone, or letting them get attached to me, was laughably foolish. I was a danger to anyone I got close to; I was literal walking bait for cursed, magical monsters.
Relationships were hard, but sex was easy. It was my favorite way to let off steam, the only thing I’d found that could give me some brief relief from my constant, crushing worry. But one-night stands could only do so much. Good sex, sex that left me sore and drunk off the orgasm were rare.
At least, it was rare...before.
Zane had turned my brain into lust-filled mush. His smell was so distracting, and it waseverywherein that house. I couldn’t lay on the couch without smelling him, and my entire body got hot and my stomach got all squirmy every time I saw him. The next morning, as I was trying to cook breakfast to prepare myself for the heavy task ahead, I could feel the weight of his eyes on me as he watched me from the living room.
