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I spin, knowing my hands are fisted, and her eyes widen as she backs into the door—not of our fear, but out of shock. I advance on her, unable to resist. Had she just stayed silent, I might have resisted these urges inside me, but no, she had to push like Reign does.
Well, she wants a reaction, so she’s going to get one.
Slamming my hand above her on the door, I watch her jump and ignore the tiny bit of guilt I feel. It soon dissipates anyway when her eyes narrow and she crosses her arms in front of her chest.
“Was he good?”
Her lips part as I lean down, getting right in her face. I watch her bright eyes drop to my lips, her tongue darting out to caress her plump bottom one. Rubbing my thumb along the path it took, I breathe in her exhale.
“Well, Miss Harrow? Was he a good fuck? Did he make you scream like we did? Or are you still wet and you want me to take care of it? That’s what we are here for, remember?” I sneer.
I don’t care if I’m being mean, not when her pretty eyes flash with fire, making me hard. My cock jerks at the fight as her hands slam into my chest, trying to move me, but I don’t budge an inch. I watch her breasts rise and fall rapidly, close to spilling from her shirt.
“Fuck off,” she hisses.
Laughing, I reach down and flick one of her hard nipples. “Really? Is that what you want? Because I’m thinking you want me to fuckyou, princess.”
She tries to slide past me, and when that doesn’t work, she turns to open the door. I slam it shut again and turn the lock, grinding my cock into her tight, little ass while my other hand wraps around her hair.
I pull her back and turn her to the mirrors, caging her in against the counter so she has nowhere to look but at me as I tower above her. “Look at your hard, little nipples, practically begging to be sucked. He might have touched you and got inside your little cunt, but he left you wanting, didn’t he? Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here, rubbing against my dick like a good little slut, begging for me to make you come.”
I see the truth in her eyes. No one has ever spoken to her like this and she loves it. She fights against me before realizing it’s no use and switching tactics, rubbing her ass against my cock and making me groan. “Maybe I’m just greedy and want you as well as him.”
Jealousy stabs through me so my grip tightens, making her smirk as I pull her head back, digging my teeth into her neck in punishment. Her moan rattles around the tiled walls as my other hand slips around her and rips her top down. I bare her pert breasts, her nipples tight and begging for attention. Our eyes lock in the mirror in a battle of wills.
“Well, maybe I’ll get you all riled up and make you beg for my cock until you drip down your pretty thighs. I’ll make you walk out there in pain and unsatisfied with tears running down your face,” I snarl against her pulse as she groans, rolling her hips back to urge me on.
Fuck, she’s magnificent.
Even with his smell and taste on her, I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
“I don’t think you will,” she purrs.
“No?” I retort, sliding my hand up to circle her throat and squeeze, watching her eyes dilate.
“No,” she whispers.
“Why not?” I ask.
“Because you want to fuck me too much,” she retorts honestly. “Look at you, practically growling like a beast simply because I went up there and rode his cock and you wish it were yours. You wish it were your cum dripping from me and that I had your handprints on my ass.”
Snarling, I shove her shorts and panties down, making her gasp as I kick open her thighs and bend her over. My eyes go to her round ass, and I smirk as I meet her eyes in the mirror once more. “No handprints. He obviously doesn’t know how to fuck you well enough or how to give you what you need, does he, Miss Harrow?” I slam my open hand down on her ass, and I watch it jiggle as she cries out. A red handprint appears on her cheek.
Possessiveness and satisfaction roars through me.
“I bet if I reached between those pretty thighs, you would be wetter than you ever were with him. I bet he had to work to even try to make you come, all the while I could wind you up like this and have you coming without even touching you, couldn’t I, Miss Harrow? You are desperate for me to touch you, taste you, and fill you with my cock.” I bring my hand down again, and her hands grip the edge of the sink. Tears form in her eyes, even as she pushes her ass back for more.
“Words, Miss Harrow. We know you are good with them, it’s your job after all, so sing me a song, pretty bird, and tell me exactly what you want or I’ll slap this pretty ass, mark it all up, come across it, and then leave you here like the dirty cum slut you are.”
“Fuck, what do you want? A sonnet begging you to fuck me?” she demands.
Chuckling, I rub my hand into the sting of the last slap, watching her pretty hips twist, searching for friction. “Maybe, but that wasn’t very nice, was it, Miss Harrow? Ask nicely. Say, ‘Cillian, please fuck me and make me come since that tiny-dick man I tried to use to forget you couldn’t. Pretty please, Cillian.’”
“Fuck off.” She pushes me away and tries to step around me, but I catch her and slam her back against the sinks, forcing myself between her thighs. She gasps as the cool porcelain hits her spanked ass.
“How did he taste, Reign?” I purr. “Did you kiss him and wish he were me? Every time his hands pulled you closer, every time you looked into his eyes, did you see us and wish it were us and not him you were fucking? Did you pretend it was us to get off? When you screamed, was it our names?”
She struggles in my grip, even as I reach down and cup her dripping pussy. “All this fight, all this fire, and you are putty in my hands, dripping for me.” Sliding my fingers through her messy pussy, I slam them inside her cunt, watching her eyes roll back and her chest thrust out. I drop my lips to her breasts and attack her nipples. A whine leaves her throat, and she grips my hair to tug me closer, her cunt tightening around my fingers. I pop her nipple from my mouth and lean back, lifting my hand. I eye her cream on my fingers then meet her eyes.
