I didn’t care that we were outside or that if anyone heard my screams.Let them hear me scream. Let them think he’s raping me. Or killing me.
To my surprise, he obliged, and I mounted his now-hard cock, shuddering as his familiar presence filled me again.
He was growling something as his hands reached up to grab my hips. I didn’t want to think about what he was saying. Sex was the only constant with us, the only thing that didn’t require feelings or talking, for that matter.
I pushed his hands away.
The message was clear.
Fuck you. This is for me. Not for you.
So, I rode him, rough and fast. I heard a sharp intake of his breath before I felt his hands reach up to grab my breasts cruelly. He felt it, too, theneedfor both of us to hurt each other.
Not only physically. I wanted to punish him for every tear that I had shed over his cruel, hateful words, every lie that had crossed his lips, and he wanted to punish me for making him feel like he was anything other than a Don who had to be in control.
We were quite the pair.
I picked up my pace, and felt another orgasm making its way from deep within my core. The way he squeezed at my tits. The way he matched me, stroke by stroke. It was too much.
Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!
When the orgasm hit, it fuckinghit. It swept through me like a hurricane raking at the coast. I couldn’t suppress the shriek of pleasure rising from my mouth even if I tried. I squeezed my eyes shut.
His hand moved up to cover my mouth. Without thinking, I bit his finger.
Lucas roared underneath me and I felt a sharp sting on my cheek.
Stunned, I stopped moving, and my eyes flew open at the realization that Lucas had slapped me.
I liked it.
I liked him.
I hated him.
I loved him.
The initial shock turned into anger. My hand reached up and felt something wet and when I pulled away, I saw blood. I looked down again and the finger I bit was bleeding.
Without thinking, I slapped him back. The sting of his face on my palm probably hurt me more than I could hurt his stupidly handsome face.
His eyes hardened and his look turned feral. His hand returned to my hips and I screamed as he thrust roughly into me, rattling my teeth as he made me bounce atop of him.
“You want it rough, you bitch?” he asked, his hands guiding me up and down on his hard cock. “You want to take control? Fucking do it! Show me that you deserve to take control!”
The words went in one ear and out the other. I knew how he felt about me from the way he fucked me.
This was nothing more than a game between us. One of us was going to win, and neither of us was about to give up. This was crazy, but I wanted more.
I wanted him to hurt.
I wanted him to feel the pain. When his hands tried to move from my hips to my breast, I grabbed them and pinned it at his side.
“No! You don’t get to fucking touch me like that!”
Lucas’s eyes flashed with something more than just sexual heat, and he tried to wrench free from my grip. Anger gave me a strength I never knew I had.
I kept him pinned while I rode him like he was the last man on earth, teasing him while torturing myself to the endless waves of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me.