I eased my grip as he kept rocking my hips against him. “Are you dating her to help us win?”
“You’re getting smarter the longer you stay with us, Stella. I applaud your love for learning, even at this late juncture.”
I slapped him hard across the cheek and he growled before flipping me and pinning my hands next to my head.
“Asshole.” Tears stung my eyes as he stared down at me, his brows drawn together. “You didn’t have to stay away. You could have said something. You just left.”
“No. I did what you needed me to do. You’ve been here, training every day and getting stronger and better. I would be a distraction. I already am, and I’ve only been back for a few hours. My time was better spent away, trying to catch Sophia’s eye, and your time was better spent here with that fuckwad Dmitri.” His jaw tightened. “Has he touched you?”
I laughed, the sound maniacal. “Yes. Every day. We spar and swim, and he gives me a massage.”
“You know what I mean.” He leaned closer, his sapphire eyes becoming my whole world. “I will kill him with my bare hands if he’s tried anything.”
I glared at him. “You show up here with that psychotic bitch on your arm, treat me like I’m beneath you, and then have the nerve to ask me if I’m fucking one of my only friends?”
“I have more nerve than that. I want to fuck you, and I have half a mind to strip you right now, flip you on your stomach, and punish you until you scream. So, answer my question. Has he touched you?”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Heat rushed through me at his threat. Because I was fucked up. Because I wanted him to want me. Because he was all I could think about—his face, his body, his scent, his twisted mind.
“Wouldn’t I?” He got to his knees and pulled me up before throwing me over his shoulder.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I beat at his back as he got to his feet and headed away from the house and toward the oaks that lined the driveway.
He ran his hand up my thigh and pressed hard against my pussy. “Hot and wet, just like I thought.”
“Put me down.”
“I will.” He strode into the shade of the oaks and pushed me up against one of them. The oak’s wide trunk hid us from the house.
I pressed my palm against his chest. “I’m not—”
He kissed me, pinning me between his chest and the tree. His hands roved me, and before long, he had one up my shirt, palming my breast through my bra. I dug my nails into his chest, but he only leaned in harder, as if he wanted my violence.
He ripped up my bra, exposing both breasts, and groaned into my mouth as he squeezed them. My knees went weak at his touch. Every thought of anger or hatred burned away as he consumed me as surely as fire does black powder. Breaking our kiss, he whipped me around to face the tree.
“Pull your pants down or I’ll do it myself.”
I glanced over my shoulder as he unfastened his belt. He ripped the elastic from my hair and tossed it aside.
“Do it, Stella.” He growled and slapped my ass.
I fumbled with my button and unzipped my pants. He did the rest, ripping them down my legs to my knees.
He pressed his palm flat to my back, bending me over as I braced against the trunk. In one harsh movement, he entered me, his cock embedded deep as I moaned.
“Give it to me.” He thrusted hard and slapped my ass, the sting mixing with the pleasure until I was panting, my pussy slick and wanting. “This is how you like it, isn’t it?” He gripped my hair and pulled me to him, walking me forward until my breasts pressed against the bark as he fucked me in punishing strokes. His lips blazed a hot trail down my neck as he cupped my breast. “Tell me.”
“Yes.” I craned my head back and kissed him, his tongue darting in and setting the same pace as his cock.
“Touch yourself.” He pushed me harder into the tree, the bark scraping against my nipples.
I ran my fingers down my stomach and rubbed them against my clit. He kissed my neck, sucking my skin between his teeth and biting down, his hand still tangled in my hair. I moved lower, brushing my fingertips along his cock as it surged inside me.
“Fuck.” He groaned and squeezed my nipple, twisting it between his thumb and index finger and pressing me into the tree. “This is all I could think about. Every day. Every night. Every time I closed my eyes. You.” As if the admission made him angry, he bit my shoulder.