“No!” She tries to pull away; her naked and wet body moving against mine doesn’t help her case. “Your cock was just inside of Amy.”
“Is that jealousy I hear, princess?”
She gives a rough laugh but doesn’t answer.
The fact that I was wearing a condom doesn’t matter, so I keep that to myself. “Here.” Letting go of her, I reach over to the shelf and grab her body wash. Then grab her wrist and squeeze some into her hand. I place it on my hard cock and wrap her fingers around the base. “Clean me.”
“I’m not—”
“Clean my cock, princess,” I demand, placing my hands on either side of her head on the white tiled wall, caging her in. My face is so close to hers I can smell her minty toothpaste when her breathing picks up. I lower my face just as she lifts hers, allowing me access to her neck. I lick up her racing pulse, tasting the water that runs down her skin. “Clean her off me, and I’ll fuck your cunt just how you like it.”
“Colt.” She whispers my name, and I remove my hands from the wall. Taking a step back, I place one around her neck, tightening my grip. She swallows, her chest rising and falling as a sound that can only be a whimper comes from her lips.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Crystal blue eyes, long dark lashes, and her lips… Goddamn. They were made to suck my dick. That thought reminds me that she’s still holding it. “Like this, princess.” I place my free hand over hers and start running it up and down my long and hard shaft, slowly showing her just what I mean. Her fingers don’t even touch, my size too big for her hand. When I feel her take over, I let go.
“I hate you,” she whispers, her hand gripping my cock painfully hard while picking up the pace.
I’ve made up my mind to make her mine, but that doesn’t mean I no longer hate her. She makes me want to fuck her with my hands wrapped around her fragile throat, with the intent to kill her. The only reason I don’t let it go that far is because I know she’ll let me fuck her again.
“I know.” I lean into her face, lips almost touching as the scalding hot water runs down both of our bodies from the sprayer to the right of me. “I fucking hate you too, princess.”
“You recorded us,” she says, softening her voice, making it seem like it broke her heart. As if she expected more from me. But this is what she does. Raylee could be a fucking actress. Her pretty eyes blink, her dark lashes touching her cheeks before looking up at me innocently when her hand abandons my dick.
“I did.” I think she’s about to push me away, but instead, her hand falls to my balls. She starts massaging them, her black painted nails scratch the sensitive skin, and I jump. She arches a dark eyebrow and squeezes them to the point I think she’s trying to pop them, making my breath catch and rise up on my tiptoes. This is what I love about our hate relationship. We both take things too far. We don’t think. We just act. And it’s explosive. My car that is now nothing but a heap of metal and ashes proves that. “Raylee…” I warn when she doesn’t let go, forcing my breathing to hitch.
She smiles up at me, and my heart picks up, thinking she’s trying to push me to see just how far I’ll go. Or she’s trying to distract me so I won’t want to fuck her. She should know me better by now.
I tighten my hand around her neck, squeezing on either side to take away her air. Forcing her plump lips to part, she’s trying to breathe, but she doesn’t fight me. No, my good girl takes it like the needy little slut she is. I lower my face to hers. “I just wanted the world to see how pretty you look when you’re on your knees, princess.”
Releasing my balls, she reaches up and slaps me across the face. She wasn’t able to hit me as hard as I know she can because of the position I have her in. So I let go of her neck and take a step back, giving her a little space, and wipe off the soap her hand left on my cheek. I lift my hands in surrender. “I know you can do better—”
She punches me. Her fist connects with my jaw, making my head snap to the side. Rubbing my face, I wiggle my jaw, trying to relieve the throbbing sensation.
“Fuck you, Colt!” Shouldering past me, she opens the glass door to exit, but I grab the back of her neck, digging my fingers into her wet skin, and yank her back to me. Spinning us around, I shove her face-first into the tiled wall. She cries out, and my free hand comes around to slap over her mouth. “Shh, princess. Your boyfriend is in your bed. Don’t want him to catch me fucking you.”