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“I always have to be the damn bad guy,” I mutter, climbing the stairs two at a time until I’m standing outside Ariah’s room door. We’re doing this shit tonight.
Gripping the handle, I turn it, barging in, and she shrieks. “What the hell, Wes?” Ariah’s half-naked—her towel the only fabric covering her. “Get out,” she shouts, standing by her bed, but I ignore her.
I slam the door behind me and lock it before I face her. “No. I’m done with your bullshit too.”
“My bullshit?” she retorts as I step closer.
“Yes. Your bullshit. You and everyone else in the goddamn house. I did what I had to in order to ensure we got you both back.” I’m standing in front of her when I speak again. “We didn’t keep anything from you—you left.”
Ariah’s face scrunches, and tears well in her steel eyes, but I’m not deterred. “How exactly were we supposed to inform you of our plan without tipping off the one person who would’ve decimated our world if she found out?”
Springing forward, she bats at my chest with one hand while the other holds the towel securely to her chest. I’m going to pretend my cock isn’t hard with her fight.
“You, obviously, were able to tell some people since my best friend had to keep it a secret. So, you tell me, Wesley,” she exclaims. “How was it safe enough for Shay to know, but I had to walk around with a cracked heart.”
I groan. “Let’s stop belaboring this point. Better you have a cracked heart that beats than a whole one that’s still.”
That must be the wrong thing to say because she releases the towel. Her hands ball into fists, and she rears back and clocks me in the jaw. “I’ve had more than enough of your shit. You big, entitled, rich snob. Are you so used to always getting your way and thinking you never have to apologize?” she questions as I run my fingers along my jaw.
“I forgot how much of a brat you are,” I grunt, grabbing her wrist before she can strike another blow.
Ariah grits her teeth, and I want nothing more than to wrap my hand around her throat and slam her into the wall before impaling her. “You’re so lucky I can’t kick you in the balls from this angle.”
“What’s that, Ariah? Fill your pussy with my cock?” I walk her back until the backs of her knees bump into the bed, forcing her to plop down on the mattress. “Always happy to oblige,” I smirk, climbing onto the bed and holding her hands above her head.
“Do you seriously believe that all I’ve said meant for you to accost me?”
I run the fingers of my free hand over her already-hardened peaks. “Is that so?” I challenge, bending to suck her nipple into my mouth.
Ariah doesn’t say anything, but her breath momentarily hitches before she begins to squirm. “Wes,” she grumbles, half a moan—half a rebuke, but I don’t stop. She isn’t saying no. My minx is only putting up a fight because she missed playing with me.
Sucking harder, I pull her nipple between my teeth, grazing the raised peaks as my hands move further south, briefly stopping at the swell of her belly. Then I’m spreading her folds and rubbing slow circles against her clit.
“Why do you have to—ahh. . . fuck,” she screams when I thrust my middle and ring fingers into her tight pussy.
I begin to pump in and out of her, my thumb brushing her clit with each stroke. Ariah whimpers, and I increase my assault, wanting to bring her close to the edge without tipping her over. She’s been a brat, and brats get punished.
Lifting my head, I reluctantly release her nipple from my mouth. “I am fucking your tits, first chance I get,” I confess.
“Never let anyone tell you you’re not romantic,” Ariah quips, her sarcasm evident.
“But you don’t want roses and chocolates,” I retort, releasing her wrists. As expected, she rises to her elbows, but I’m up, lifting her legs around my waist before pushing down my sweatpants and boxer briefs.
I don’t wait for her slick comeback. Instead, I snap forward, sinking in so deep my pubic bone touches her stomach.
“Fuckk,” I growl at the feel of her bare pussy taking my cock. She couldn’t escape me before, but now I’ll lock her ass in the tower and surround that bitch with a moat full of some mythical killing machine.
I lean forward, bringing her right leg over my shoulder as I grip her neck. “You want throat necklaces and dirty fucks,” I exclaim, rolling my hips.
She attempts to reply, but my pace is relentless. I’m not giving that smart mouth a chance to do anything but scream my goddamn name.
Our gazes lock, and her lips part as her walls constrict around me. All thoughts of punishing her are tossed right out the window. Filling her until my cum is dripping out of her is the new goal.
“Wes,” is all she says before spasming so hard she triggers my release.
“Ariah,” I bark. My vision whites out, and my ass clenches as I come harder than I ever have since I learned what sex was.
My chest rises and falls as the blood returns to my head. Slowly, I pull out my dick and stare at her pussy, leaking my cum. Biting my lip, I slide two fingers back inside her, pushing my seed back into her pussy.
