“You’re feisty today, wife. It makes me all kinds of horny.”
I press the length of my body against hers, allowing her to feel exactly what she does to me.
Her eyes narrow as she glares pure, undiluted hate at me.
“I fucking love it when you get possessive. Watching you fight for me… Damn, Hellcat. I could have come right there.”
She mumbles something against my hand but I can’t make it out—not that it matters. There’s not a lot she could say right now that would change my intentions.
It’s been too fucking long since I’ve felt this.
Her.
Us.
This crackling chemistry between us that I can’t fucking get enough of.
“Scream and I’ll make you regret it.”
I wait for a beat, but she doesn’t even attempt to respond, so I let my hand slip from her face.
Her full lips have been stained a deep, dark red, and all I can think of as I stare at them is how they’d look wrapped around my cock.
“Is that a promise?” she damn near purrs.
“Fuck, I missed you.”
I don’t give her a chance to respond. I already know she’s not about to return the sentiment. Instead, I slam my lips down on hers, pinning her against the wall with my body and my hand around her throat.
She resists me for long, agonising seconds, refusing to open her mouth for me.
“Come on, Hellcat,” I groan against her lips, my grip on her throat tightening. “I know you want me.” I think of watching her get herself off again last night and my cock jerks, desperate to be filling her instead of that fucking plastic imitation. “I know you’re silently begging for my cock.”
“I hate you,” she hisses into our kiss.
“Only makes it sweeter, babe.”
Dropping my hand between our bodies, I glide my fingers up her inner thigh, loving how a violent shudder rips through the length of her body at my touch.
“You wet for me, Hellcat?”
“Like hell I am. I don’t want you anywhere fucking near me. I hate you, Theo. I fucking ha—”
“You’re a beautiful liar, Mrs. Cirillo,” I breathe against the corner of her mouth when her words are cut off by as gasp as I drag her knickers aside and run my fingers through her cunt. “Now try telling me again that you’re not dripping for me, babe.”
Dropping lower, I push two fingers inside her and she instantly widens her stance, allowing me better access to her body.
“Yeah, exactly as I thought. You’re a whore, Emmie Cirillo. My dirty little whore.”
“Oh God,” she cries when I curl my fingers just so, finding her G-spot with little effort.
We might not have been together all that many times, but I’ve learned her body, her tells, her pleasure points. I know exactly how to get her off, exactly how to make her scream and how to make her go wild.
I fucking love it.
“Y-you c-can’t do t-this. I hate… I hate you, Theo.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Hellcat. Have you forgotten who I am?” I finger fuck her harder, loving the way her pussy clamps down on me, desperately trying to suck me deeper. “I can do what the fuck I want, when I want. And right now… I want you screaming my motherfucking name.”