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Feeling like I’ve given quite the floorshow, I bend down to rearrange my shorts and thong before pulling both back in place. I huff with annoyance as I realize he’s ruined the zipper, and the button is barely hanging on by a thread. Motherfucker.
Despite smirking like nothing’s amiss, I’m not fooled. Anger blazes in his eyes, letting me know that my words have gotten to him. Well, fucking good. It’s about time something actually affects him.
Feeling like I’ve won a small victory now that I’ve finally landed a blow of my own, I turn to leave him with the all too noticeable hard-on he’s sporting in his dark jeans.
Grayson
IfshethinksI’mgoing to let her fucking walk off on me, she has another thing coming!
I’ve had a fucking day, the new cartel shipment we tried to run up the coast fucking failed, and we were lucky to get away with our lives. I guess tricking the Reapers a few weeks back pissed Rusty off, because he doubled the size of the roadblock, this time we didn’t even get as far as San Gregorio before the Reapers pulled out onto the highway from a side road. The only reason we got away with our lives was because Cain sent some of his crew up ahead of us which the Reapers weren’t expecting, and while the Reapers had their sights trained on us, the Diamond Crew turned around and sprayed them with bullets from behind.
There was no time to stay and fight too much though, because within minutes sirens were headed our way and we all dispersed as fast as we could, just in time to avoid extra heat we can’t afford right now.
So the fact that I walked in and was so fucking relieved to see Zoe after a shitty morning, only to be shut down by her because she can’t fucking admit that she actually did miss me, has stirred the beast in me to just fucking claim her again and teach her who’s boss.
“Fuck,” I hiss, raking a hand through my hair with one hand and rearranging my hard cock with the other.
I may want to rage like a lion and pin her down and just fuck her like a primal animal, but I won’t.
At least not when I’m angry. The thought of hunting her is too enticing to forget about though, and my feet are moving the moment she steps through the doorway that leads to the back rooms.
My boots pound as I hurry, following behind her, and her pace picks up until she’s almost running, beelining for the door to the Cruz Cunts shared room.
Reaching forward, I scoop her up before her hand even lands on the door handle and toss her over my uninjured shoulder.
“You are such a fucking caveman!” she yells, thumping my back as I start up the stairs. “Put me down!”
“Oh, I will, Princess. As soon as I have you in my room where I can spread you wide and fuck your wet cunt.”
She scoffs. “It’s not wet. I’m bone dry.”
I chuckle, knowing she’s making it up. She fucking thrives on this. The fight. The denial. Her wet cunt eats it up.
Throwing my door open, I toe off my boots, trying to ignore her constant pounding on my back, before I shut us in, locking the door.
“What are you doing? Put me down!” she yells once again, and her struggling increases as my grip on her tightens.
Striding to the couch with her still over my shoulder, swinging her over and off my shoulder, sitting her ass on the cushions.
“Fuck you, Grayson! You can’t keep manhandling me!” she snaps, her cheeks flushed, and her hair tousled from being upside down.
“We will get to the fucking soon enough,” I tell her, positioning myself to kneel between her legs to keep her trapped.
“You are so smothering,” she snarls, trying to shove at my chest.
I grab her wrists to keep her from attacking me, and she tries to sit back, tugging at her wrists to try to get away from me, but it’s no use. I have her so caged in and before she spits another venomous word at me, I claim her lips.
Zoe only tries to resist me for a brief moment, but when I slip my tongue past her lips and into her hot bratty mouth, she opens for me like a beautiful fucking flower.
Melting against me, her hands fist my cut as I push forward, easing her backward into the cushions of the couch.
I don’t know why she continues to push me away when she so easily loses all train of thought when I try to dominate her. It’s like I can’t let her think, otherwise she lets the storm in her head rule her emotions.
The thing is, how long can I keep doing this?
She said it herself. I’m trying to control her with pleasure. With each shitty thing that happens, or each truth that she wants to deny, I use sex to make her pliable.
What I really need, though, is for her to understand, and fucking accept what is happening here.
