“Damn it!” I snap, deciding to do things the old fashion way just to get my release.
Frustrated, I toss aside the useless wand, and I move my fingers down right where I need them, taking myself to that finish line at a much, much slower, more laborious pace. Just as I reach the brink, I’m screaming for all the wrong reasons as pain slices through my hand and tears spring to my eyes from the surprise attack.
My eyes dart down to see the kitten from hell savagely clawing my hand and thigh, swiping at my moving body parts through the blanket like this is a game instead of a desperate masturbation.
“You evil bitch!” I snap, and she leaps off me and scatters when I jump off my bed.
My eyes scan the room, but it’s like the little devil has disappeared. Cursing, I go and wrap my bleeding hand with some bandages, because I bleed much too liberally, and I don’t need to drip blood while jilling myself off.
The last thing I need is for my vagina to look like a damn gory porn film gone wrong.
Assuming Bananas ran out, I go and shut my bedroom door, then hastily resume my position on the bed.
It almost aches when I restart the process, angrily searching for the release I need before I kill someone, now that I’ve been teased and denied twice. The second I feel the tightening in my core and chills wash over my skin, the psychotic cat strikes again, and I scream as pain sears through my hand, once again robbing me just before I can reach the crest.
“You’re dead!” I screech as she flees from the bed.
Somehow my room door is open, as though it didn’t latch. Her tail is all I see running through the crack of the ajar door. “Dead!” I repeat, throwing on an abandoned pair of pajama shorts.
I don’t trust that damn cat around my vagina, so shorts are necessary.
Chapter 48
ETHAN
Bella’s car is in the driveway, and I head toward the door, debating knocking or abusing the entry code I changed and just walking on in. Walking in would prevent her from slamming the door in my face or—
“You evil bitch! I hate you!” I hear her yelling, pausing my internal argument with myself.
Who is she fighting with? I don’t see another car.
Something tumbles to the ground and crashes as someone races through the ho
use. Is she fighting?
No, no. Bella wouldn’t be fighting, would she?
“You’re going to die, you psychotic, bald pussy! And I’m going to eat you! You hear that? You’re what’s for dinner tonight!”
The fuck…?
I really hope that’s the cat she’s talking to, and not her vagina. Then again… Well, both options sound crazy.
Trying not to laugh, I push open the door, deciding not to knock. Bella is standing in the living room with a pan raised over her head, and her eyes scouring the floor until they reach my feet and slowly lift to meet my gaze. A glance shows me a messy bandage on her hand, but I’m more concerned with yet another weird thing my girl is doing.
My lips twitch as I cock an eyebrow at her. I also brace, ready to block the pan, in case she throws it at my head.
Something in her gaze changes, and she drops the pan to the floor with a loud clank before rushing toward me. This time, I brace for a physical attack. I won’t hurt her, so I’ll stop her from hurting herself if she tries to hit—
My words die in my head as she grabs the back of my neck and jerks me down, catching me off guard as our lips collide almost painfully. All thought ceases when she brutally kisses me like she’s starved, and she climbs up me until her legs are wrapped around my waist, tightly clenching me between them like she might cut me in half if I try to get away.
Not that I want to get away. This is definitely better than the reception I was expecting.
“Give me an orgasm now,” she demands against my lips, causing me to bite back a smile.
“As you wish, princess,” I say, grinning against her lips as I carry her to the bedroom.
“Kill that stupid fucking cat if she tries to interfere,” she tells me between kisses, which is too confusing to even address right now.