Cocky, arrogant dick.
I spread my legs as he slides two fingers deep inside me, curling them until he finds the spot that makes me hiss in a shocked breath and forces my eyes to close.
“Look at me,” he demands. “I want you to watch me as you come. I want you to know who’s doing it.”
Like I could imagine anyone else.
“Good.” Amusement and achievement dances in his burning green eyes.
Fuck. Did I say that out loud?
My back arches against the wall as he presses his thumb to my clit, working me faster, harder and making my release approach quicker than I want it to.
My arms ache as I tug at my restraints, desperate to reach for him, to dig my nails into his corded forearm as he pumps me hard.
“Theo, fuck,” I cry, both loving and hating that he manages to make me call out his name.
His face is pulled tight with determination as he pushes me closer to release.
My chest heaves, my skin damp with sweat as the water continues to rain down beside us, splashing my legs as it hits the floor.
“You gonna come for me, Hellcat?” Theo asks, his voice deep and rough with need.
“Oh God, please.”
“Fuck,” he grunts. Hearing you beg is the fucking sweetest kind of torture, Em.”
“Oh, Christ. Fuck. Fuck,” I start falling into the most intense… wait. “What?” I squeal as my brain begins to function once more. “No,” I spit. “Not. Finished.”
The smile he gives me would make the devil himself quiver in fright.
His hand releases my throat, allowing me to drag in a deep lungful of air, but the relief is short-lived because his fingers twist in my hair and I’m forced to my knees.
I fall forward, unable to catch myself with my hands bound, but he thankfully—painfully—holds me upright.
My teeth grind as I stare up at him, his huge dick right in my face.
“You’re a fucking cunt,” I spit, holding his stare so he knows how fucking sincere I’m being.
His only response is to smile before his eyes drop to my lips.
“Care to use that mouth for something more… useful, Hellcat?”
“That’s brave of you after that stunt. I might be inclined to bite it of—”
He makes the most of my parted lips and thrusts his cock into my mouth.
My lips stretch around his width as he pushes all the way inside. Not expecting the intrusion, I gag the second he hits the back of my throat.
“Come on, Hellcat. We both know you can handle cock better than that.”
While he’s still got his fingers buried in my hair, holding tight enough to pinch, the other hand moves toward my face, his knuckles gently brushing down my cheek.
The two actions are so at odds that it makes my head spin and I almost forget his comment.
How? How could he possibly know how good I am at this?
He pulls back, allowing me to suck in a deep breath.