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My little sea witch likes some pain with her pleasure, doesn’t she? And it’s yet another piece of information I absolutely didn’t need to know.
“But you are,” she argues back, pressing further into me, invading my senses with her presence. “That is exactly what you are to me. My toy.” Kira smirks, and I snap.
The desire to wipe the cocky smirk off her beautiful face is too strong, and it pulls me in…it sucks me right under its wing until I am no longer thinking but only free-falling into the deep ocean waters.
I let go of her hand but only to grab her by both of her shoulders and lift her up from the floor as she gasps. “What—” she tries to say, but I don’t give her a chance, slamming my mouth on hers and effectively shutting her off.
Is this a kiss? No. This is me free-falling. This is me finally tasting each vile word and insult right off her red, plump lips while I am holding her suspended in the air, trapping her in my hands, but if I thought she’d go along with my dominance, shedoesn’t, and that only spurs my desire on. My little witch tries to snake her way out of my hold, but I am a lot stronger than I look, and her creamy, perfect skin is bound to be marked by my fingers with how deep they are digging in.
I need her to feel every word I am tasting off her tongue.
I need her to feel the war inside my head and heart.
She clamps her lips shut, not allowing me to break into her mouth, but I no longer care about what is right and what is wrong. I have kept up that fight for five years now, and I am tired of fighting what I want. I bite into her bottom lip, my sudden action taking her by surprise and effectively parting her lips; I dive in.
I dive in as a starving man, expecting the same resistance to continue, however, as soon as my tongue skims alongside her silky one, she freezes. It couldn’t last more than two heartbeats, but in those two heartbeats, her fight leaves her body, and the legs that were hanging limply come up, curling around my torso like a vice. Pressing her small, fit body into mine.
Pressing into my hard-as-fuck cock.
And she feels it. She feels him and moans into my mouth, slightly grinding herself into my groin the best she can as if I wasn’t already losing my mind in her mouth. As if her lips and tongue weren’t enough to wipe every sane thought off my mind and walk over to her black kitchen island. Only letting go of her arms to toss her onto the flat, cold surface and pin her down with my own body, crawling right on top of her like I have every right to do so and crushing her with my weight.
“Fuck, you are maddening,” I rasp out into her open mouth while searching her green eyes or resistance that isn’t there. She wants this. “You will drive me crazy,” I whisper and bite her lower lip hard, drawing out a hiss from her, and her hands come up to clench around my neck.
“No, I will drive you off the fucking cliff.”
Chapter thirteen
Kira
What in the fuck is going on? Why am I burning? Why am I not fighting the inferno threatening to eat me alive?
His mouth crushes against mine with new hunger, his hands roaming over my clothed body as if he is chasing after that dive. Needs it.
Needs me to get him there. But is he ready for the price he has to pay to follow me into the ocean?
“Vassar.” I try to stop him again, but my words could sound a whole lot more convincing if I wasn’t meeting his thrusts through our clothes beat for beat, arching into his demanding touch and keeping a firm hold on his neck. If my pussy wasn’t so wet, I wouldn’t be leaving a wet spot on his pants. If I wasn’t chasing down the same road to hell with wild desperation. If I didn’t want another taste of his anger.
Because it matches mine.
When I think of someone else having him—having his attention, mind, and heart, I cannot explain the rage I feel. I shouldn’t care. I keep telling myself that I don’t, but someone is a liar here…and I think it might be me.
His kisses are full of fury and passion. It’s a fight for control, not a gentle lover’s caress, but I don’t need gentle. I need this hate he is dashing out. So, I reach for his dark hair with my hands, relishing in the softness of it, and fist the longish strands on top with all my might, but Vassar only groans into my mouth, deepening our already far-too-gone kiss.
His large, dexterous hand comes up to the button on my suit jacket, and he flickers it open, immediately palming my needy breast through the thin shirt while my small nipples stand up for his attention behind the flimsy bra, and he gives them exactly what they need. He pinches it through my clothes, sending a million tiny pinpricks over my body, along with another loud moan that he swallows with his mouth.
He pulls away slightly, “Now, be a good little witch and tell me who’s the toy here?” The bastard is smirking at me while he works my shirt open. He can clearly tell how desperate I am for his touch, his body, his mouth. But hell, if I ever will admit it.
“Fuck. You,” I tell him, but that smirk grows even more sinister, and I wonder just how much I don’t know about this man.
“I think I might have to do just that.” My mouth falls open. I don’t allow anyone to talk to me like that. Not anymore. Yet I feel my body soften at his words.
“Fuck it, there are too many buttons.” And with that, he rips it open, pushing the non-padded cups of my white bra out of the way, letting them slip below my breasts and releasing my tits. His mouth parts as he takes in my naked breasts, the hard, pointy nipples, and I feel the air woosh out of his lungs, and his hand comes back up.
Except this time, it is no longer punishing. No, he places it flat open on my chest and draws through my tits back and forth hard, as if he is rubbing something into them. Making the nipples pebble furthermore from each swipe. He does it a fewmore times until his eyes come back up to meet mine, and the fire in them blazes anew. And then, he squeezes my breast hard, digging into my soft flash and surely leaving his mark on me here just as he did on my arms and thigh.
But I don’t feel the pain. I feel the pleasure that might consume me. I feel his hate and love it.
Because hate, I understand.
