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She leant over me with her hands on her hips, inspecting me, sneering at me like I didn’t deserve to lick her heels. It was addictive.
I was a fucking mess of rage and anticipation, and I couldn’t hold back my groan as she drove the sharp point of her heel into the soft flesh of my stomach. I loved it when she marked me. She was like liquid poison. If I could sink into her now, I’d die happy.
I really thought she needed protection from Venom despite her attempt to murder me in the glasshouse. My mind had a total white-out, where all I could see was her smiling at Venom and Luc, and I fucking lost it. Looking at her now, there was no way she wouldn’t have annihilated him, given the chance. I’d pay to see my goddess lay into him, showing him exactly who he was messing with.
She flung her bag onto the bed and stepped off me. One short bend at her waist, and Cat had me by the tie, dragging me up to her lips. It seemed to be one of her favourite moves. Her nails were red again.
Excitement burst through me, my need to cause damage replaced by the desire to be corrupted by whatever fucked-up treat she had planned for me. She was on the attack, and I was the target. The tension sizzled between us as her electric fire grabbed me with the promise of pain.
“You defended me,” she hissed into my lips.
I wanted her to snap in my face so we could snarl at each other like two dogs fighting. I wanted her to push me down onto the floor and fuck me like I was nothing and everything to her. Was she pissed I punched him? Did she want me to apologise? There was no way I was saying sorry when he looked at her like that. No fucking way. He didn’t get to be anywhere near her without my permission.
She snaked her hand into my open shirt, brushing my nipple. I was too wired to stop the moan threatening to destroy me.
“Take off your clothes.” She nudged my nose, so shockingly intimate that my heart pulsed. It was a kiss, in her own way. She dropped me to the floor like I was dirt and rose. “Now.”
Her command wasn’t to be questioned, and I had no hope of fighting when she expected complete obedience. There was no messing around. She pierced me with her angry stare, waiting for me to make my move.
Savage rage still pounded in my chest, reflected in her. Feral hunger glowed from her, tightly coiled, ready to pounce at any second.
I was in no rush. Yeah, these were her terms — again— but if she was here to take me, we were making a thing of it. No quick surge of heat in the bathroom like last time, where she threw me away afterwards. I needed more than that. My body had been crying out for her for weeks, and I wouldn’t make the mistake of most starving men. Gorging on her would only hurt me.
But I couldn’t get these clothes off fast enough. I unbuttoned my shirt, starting with the cuffs. My clothes felt like the worst prison, one keeping me away from her. She answered with her own proposal. Her belt hit the floor, and she dragged open the seam of her jumpsuit to reveal her breasts encased in red silk cups. You could never go wrong with a classic.
The bra matched a tight thong and miles of silky smooth skin peppered with soft blooms of ginger freckles revealed to me as her suit bunched around her ankles. She plucked the rubies from her ears and threw them away like cheap rags.
“You’re devastating,” I breathed, rising to remove my trousers.
“Shut up.” She stepped towards me, scowling in just her bra, thong, and those dangerous heels.
Her scent crowded me, and I wanted to grab her, run my tongue over every inch of her to chase the flowery sweetness. Even when I had her pressed against my tongue in that bathroom, I didn’t get the full effect of the graceful curves of her body that countered the fierce energy pouring off her. She looked ready to sacrifice me on her altar, just like I’d promised.
She pushed my hands off my belt and took control, yanking me closer, her fingers loosening the buckle. She was so close to my cock, yet I knew she might punish me. Her lips were moments from mine, but she felt miles away as her glare struck me. Frozen, tense, waiting, I tried to guess where her hands were going next from the pressure on my hips.
My belt dropped with a thump, the sound heightening my awareness. She unbuttoned my jeans, a finger stroking the hard ridge of my cock through the fabric of my boxers as she opened me up, revealing how hard I was for her.
“You don’t speak without my permission. You don’t come without my permission, understood?” she growled, yanking at my waistband again, making sure I heard.
It should have sounded harsh, punishing, but the only thing running through my mind was, somehow, she would make me come.
Every single fantasy I’d had involved her grasping my cock. Whether it was her hand, mouth, or pussy, I didn’t care, as long as I could feel her tight heat clasp around me and pull me under. No amount of daydreaming could have prepared me for the way she slipped her hands under the rim of my boxers and grabbed me firmly. No teasing or hesitation, just pure lust. Her fingers wrapped around my cock as twin moans echoed into the room. She owned me. My cock was hers to play with, however she wished.
Her eyes were on fire, answering the burning need pounding through me. I wanted to devour her with my rage, show her what she did to me, draw blood, and drink from her lips like they were my only sustenance. I was strained, coiled, ready for anything. This was Cat, my Kitty Cat. I kept thinking I knew her, but every time she touched me, she upped the game.
Almost out of nowhere, she pressed her forehead to mine. The tenderness of it stole my breath, leaving me in a chaotic swirl of awareness where I felt every part of her around me, consuming me, absorbing me… her smell, her taste, the sound of her breath, the feel of her soft skin against mine, and the way she still controlled me with her eyes.
My eyelids shuttered as she opened her hand, her fingers tracing the thick vein that ran up the underside of my cock. It was heaven. She wasn’t gentle. I didn’t want her to be. I wanted her to ravage me so deeply I forgot my name.
“Look at me.” Her snarl drowned my thoughts as my eyes shot open, and I met a fierce sea of blue specked with green and yellow.
She was beauty incarnate, ready to destroy me.
She didn’t wait long. Pulling back, she hitched her chin as she glared at me, giving my cock a harsh squeeze and watching my response. I collapsed against her, burying my face in her hair, a needy whine escaping me as my lips found her neck.
“You feel so fucking good,” I gasped against her skin.
Cat bit my shoulder, hard enough to bruise me, and I grunted, satisfied.
