AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Listen, you sanctimonious asshole, I relieve you of that duty right now. I can take care of myself, thank you very much.”
I almost laugh in her face. Relieve me of that duty? What, is she kidding? If our fight four years ago hadn’t relieved me of it, did she think she could? I open my mouth to respond when she holds up a finger and says, “And so help me God, don’t you dare make a comment about me being a woman and not being able to take care of myself.”
I snort. “That never occurred to me. We’ve already established in the science lab that you’re an impulsive hot mess. So no, it’s not because you’re a woman that I don’t trust you to take care of yourself. If anything, you’re the strongest woman I know. It has everything to do with you beingyou.” I wave my hand up and down her front. “And if I needed any proof, here it is. Just look at you.”
“How dare you,” she sputters, but I talk over her because I’m not done. “Something happened between the time you left me this morning and the time you showed up in class. I don’t yet know what it is, but I’m going to get to the bottom of it. Fight me all you want.”
She draws herself up to her full height, slamming her fists onto her hips. Pushing her shoulders back, chest out, she challenges me, “Oh, I’m going to fight you all right. You better be ready to get your eyes scratched out.”
A low rumble erupts from the depths of my chest. I’m trying to hold on to my temper, but this is too much. We’re in the same exact situation we were this morning. I spent the day brooding about Cristian, about the fact that I still haven’t avenged his death, but I’ll be damned if I get duped again.
If this is how she wants it, then so be it. She can’t say I didn’t warn her…
I charge up to her, forcing her back. Her spine hits a wall of books. I grab her shoulders and spin her around, pressing her tight against the shelves. She gasps and squirms, but I don’t move an inch, don’t give her any more space than necessary.
“I can’t breathe.”
“Yes, you can,” I reply. “So what’s it going to be? Are you going to tell me what happened or are you fighting?”
Through clenched teeth, she spits, “Fighting.”
I nuzzle her auburn curls. “Wrong answer, Chuckie.”
Sliding her hair to the side, I grasp the back of her neck. I yank her shirt to the side and sink my teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder.
“Ow, goddammit, owww.”
That was a warning bite and nothing else. A few notches of pain, nothing serious. It’s not like we haven’t done worse. Anyway, we both know she likes a prick of pain to her pleasure. A nip to let her know I’m not playing.
I glance down at the teeth marks, marks of my ownership. Fuck, that’s precious. Crina wriggles and writhes to get out from under me, snapping out of my reverie. I raise her skirt and give her a swat to the ass.
She twists her head back, her eyes flashing with defiance.
Clearly that wasn’t enough. I drag her panties down and give her another solid smack, this time to her bare ass. She must feel that one because she intensifies her struggle.
I’m not here to fuck around, I’m here to get information, but just out of curiosity, I slip my hand between her thighs and check. Soft, wet warmth greets me. Oh, yeah. I may not have come looking for it, but you bet your bottom dollar I love discovering it.
The beast inside me stirs—the one I didn’t want wakened. Now I remember why I shouldn’t have touched her. I have no choice but to switch tactics. Don’t worry, though, I’ll use it to my advantage. I may not have had the opportunity this morning, but I sure as hell do now.
I press two fingers inside her sweet cunt, but not too far. I let them hover just past her entrance, not teasing her clit, not pushing in to give her anything substantial—just teasing.
She presses her ass back, trying to take my fingers deeper.
“Nah-ah,” I warn, pulling out a fraction so my fingers are back in at the same mockingly shallow depth.
“Fuck you.”
I push my fingers in and spread them apart to give her pussy a little tension, a little more taste of what it’s missing. I hear a sharp intake of breath. “So what’s it gonna be? Are you going to talk?”
I pull my fingers out almost completely, biting my lip when I hear a squinching sound. She’s so wet. Fighting is part of our seduction, always has been. Maybe it’s because we only started messing around after we became enemies. Pulling myself together, I finish in her ear, “Or not.”
She turns her head again and gazes at me over her shoulders. The full-on defiance is gone, replaced by a range of conflicted emotions. “Marku, come on. Don’t be such a clit-tease. Put them back.”
I smother a moan. My woman, almost begging for me to satisfy her. My head is bent and our faces are so close that we’re sharing the same hot, sultry air. She exhales and I promptly take in her sweet breath. I exhale, and she breathes me in. Energy zaps between us.
I wanna break. I wanna thrust my fingers into her hot cunt or, better yet, drop to my knees and eat her out again. But this time, I’d come in from behind. I’d throw up her school skirt, spread the cheeks of her round ass, and display her soaking pussy. I might smack her ass cheek once or twice, just to see it bounce back on the flat of my hand. Then I’d slide my tongue right inside and feast on her sweet nectar. I’d dart in and out between her pink slit—
But no.
